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burrow-ix · 11 months

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Daddy • JB

Part Two

Since you’ve had your beautiful baby boy, it’s been hard to have some private 1:1 time with your man, and he makes it happen.

Warnings: smutty smut smut #sorrynotsorry, (still getting used to writing it so pls bare with me😅), Dad!Joe (🥵), it’s so fluffy that it’s sickening

Here’s the part two👀

Part One is here

His eyes turn dark and he leans in, smashing his lips to yours. He nibbles on your bottom lip and slides his tongue past your lips to tangle with yours. You moan into his mouth, as your arms around his neck, your hands going into his longer hair.

“Jump” he mumbles against your lips before quickly reattaching them. You jump and he places his hands on your ass and you wrap your legs around his hips. This time already being better than the past two.

He lays you gently on the bed, detaching your lips so he could latch onto your neck. Kissing down your neck and to the top of your shirt. He comes back up to your lips, smirking against them.

“You have too much on, baby” he murmurs into your lips.

“Care to help me out?” You ask and he grins.

“Gladly”

He grabs the bottom of your shirt and pulls it up and over your head and throws it across the room. He looks down at your chest and moans lowly.

“Much better” he leans back down and presses hot, open kisses on both of your breasts.

“If I could have you naked all the time, life would officially be perfect” he says, looking up at you through those beautiful eyelashes.

You let out a shaky breath, his words making you feel loved, even after your little breakdown you had earlier. He makes you feel sexy, he makes you feel like a hot mom, despite the way you have been personally feeling.

He makes his way down your body, kissing down your tummy and smiling up at you. God, he is everything.

He slips off your panties and practically drools. He slips your legs over his shoulders and kissing the inside of your thighs delicately, like he will break you if he is any more rough with you.

“Please” you whisper.

“I got you, baby” he says before licking a nice stripe up your slit.

“Oh shit” you gasp, gripping the sheets sheets below you.

“I want you to watch me devour you” his voice low and raspy catches your attention as you sit up enough to lean back on your elbows, your eyes meeting his now dark blue ones.

He repeats the same motion and you bite your lip excessively hard. God, this was your favorite view, one that could make you let go just by looking at him between your thighs.

He smirks before getting to work, flicking his tongue over and over and over again against your clit. Your eyes roll to the back of your head and you couldn’t help but throw your head back.

You missed this a little too much.

“Eyes on me, Mama” he stops and you about come right there.

Mama

You lift your head back up and look at him, you’re already out of breath and he’s barely done anything but you were about to go over the edge.

He continues his attack, his tongue continuing the same motions when he takes you by surprise by sucking harshly on your clit, the noises becoming too much to bare. Your hips come off the mattress, just to be pushed back down by Joe’s arm. You grip onto his hair with one hand and his forearm that laid across your lower tummy with the other.

“Joe, I’m not gonna last long” you whimper.

“That’s okay” he says before slipping a finger into you, getting you off in a heavenly way with his fingers and tongue.

“Oh my god! Fuck Joey!” You cry out, your back arching as you release all over his face and onto the sheets, moaning Joe’s name multiple times. Woah, it’s been awhile since you’ve done that.

Joe cleans you up with his tongue, your body jumping every time, the over sensitivity kicking in.

He comes back up, attaching his lips to yours, your wetness still coating his chin and once again slipping his tongue into your mouth where you can taste yourself on him. You couldn’t help but moan against him. He’s so hot.

“It’s nice to know I can still make you do that” he murmurs against your lips.

“It’s clearly not very hard to do. You make it look easy” you sigh, trying to catch your breath.

“I’m just that good” he smirks and you roll your eyes.

“Your turn” you smile, reaching down and gripping onto his cock.

“As much as I want that, I want to be inside you even more, it’s killing me” he says and you raise your brows at him.

“I won’t say no to that” you lock your lips with his as he gets in position and slowly slides through your plush folds.

Your eyes screw shut and you gasp against his lips. This kind of freaked Joe out so he stopped, pulling his face away from yours.

“Am I hurting you?” He asks, his voice concerned, the worry lines on his forehead making an appearance.

Did it hurt? Him stretching you out after awhile? Maybe a little, but it only came with a sharp feeling of pleasure right after and you couldn’t get enough of it. Enough of him.

“No, you feel so good, Joey” you whimper, reaching down to his ample ass and pushing him deeper into you, causing you to let out a borderline pornographic moan.

“I’ve missed you so much” he breathes out, his head dropping to your shoulder as he continues slowly thrusting into you.

“I’ve missed you more” you murmur into his neck; wrapping your arms around his neck, letting one of your hands go into his hair.

As much as you love this, him doing all the work and enjoying the feel of you, and you feeling every vein on his cock, you roll the two of you over to where you were on top of him, straddling his delicious hips.

“Oh?”

You sink down onto him and you both moan embarrassingly loud, both of you feeling him bottoming out.

“Oh fuck” he groans, grabbing your hips.

You start rolling your hips back and forth, side to side. He grips your hips tightly, helping you move. You felt every part of him, every vein, every dip, everything and it was so good.

“You are fucking unreal” he says, his mouth falling open and throwing his head back.

“Look at me while I ride you, Daddy” you smirk down at him, trying to suppress a moan at the way he look’s below you.

His head shoots up and his eyes wide as you continue to roll your hips against his.

You have never used the term, “Daddy” until you know, he became one. You decided to use reverse psychology when he used “Mama” earlier, since it got such a rise out of you. And it seems to have gotten a rise out of him, literally. His eyes go darker, if that was even possible and you feel him get painfully harder inside of you.

You roll your hips extra hard and you both curse. The feeling of you two connected like a puzzle piece becoming too much in all of the right ways.

He lifts your hips up and he pulls out of you which causes you to look at him confused. He grabs the back of your neck and brings your lips to his, you bare chest against his and his hand in your hair. As your lips lock, he slams back into you, quickly and repeatedly.

“Oh shit” you whine into his mouth.

“Fuck baby” he groans, “I’m not going to last very long”

“Me neither, oh god-“

You bounce back onto him to help speed up the process. With a couple more thrusts, you both loudly spill over the edge, him giving one last delicious thrust up into you, moaning each other’s names and both of you in a state of ecstasy.

He slips out of you, but he keeps your limp body on top of him, enjoying holding you.

“Now that one had to be top 3” he says and you giggle into his neck.

“Oh for sure” you agree.

“I’m sorry for making you feel like I didn’t want you this way, that couldn’t be farther from the truth” his fingers running up and down your back with one hand, his other holding onto your waist.

“It wasn’t you, Joe. It was me and my own screwed up way of thinking” you sigh, nuzzling your face more into his neck.

“It’s not screwed up. I know you’ve been feeling a certain way about yourself this whole pregnancy and even now that you’ve had him. I’m going to do everything in my power to make you feel beautiful again, so you can see yourself how I see you”

You pull your face out of his neck and look at him. You couldn’t help but smile with tears in your eyes. He cares so much about you and you don’t ever realize how much.

“I love you so much” you bump your nose against his and he smiles.

“I love you more” he winks and kisses you lovingly, rolling you both over to where he is slightly hovering over you.

“Want to go again?” He smirks and you laugh.

“You are incorrigible, Joseph Lee” you giggle, “but yeah, I do”

He chuckles and reattaches his lips to yours sliding his hand down your side, and down to your ass, squeezing it generously.

Just as you two were about to have your way with each other again, little cries could be heard on the baby monitor. You both smile against each other’s lips and he pulls away, resting his forehead against yours.

“Well, we got farther than I thought we would” he chuckles and you smile.

“A solid round and a half” you giggle and he sighs.

“We’re finishing this tomorrow night” he pecks your lips sweetly.

“I’ll be ready” you wink and go to get up when he gently pushes you back down.

“No, I’ll get him” he says, continuing to press loving kisses to your lips, over and over.

“If I can stop kissing you then I will” he chuckles against your lips and you could help but giggle as he continues to kiss you a couple more times before pressing one last kiss to your cheek.

He gets up and throws his shorts back on over that perfect butt before heading to the nursery.

You stare up at the ceiling as you hear Joe’s little coo’s to your baby boy on the monitor. How did you get so lucky to have two boys completely take over your life, your heart, your soul?

You couldn’t help but get teary eyed just thinking about them both and hearing them talk to each other through the monitor.

You get up and throw Joe’s shirt back on and walk to the nursery to see Joe and your baby in the rocking chair, talking away to each other. Your heart soared.

“Come here, Mama” Joe smiles over at you.

You smile back and walk over to your boys where Joe motions for you to sit on his lap to which you do, gladly.

You and Joe sat there watching your now wide awake baby boy, enjoying each other’s presence and realizing that nothing could get better than having these two boys that you love so much that it hurts.

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dragonflavoredcake · 1 year

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Joe: By the power vested in me, I hereby call this meeting of the Hermit Dads to order. Now, you may have noticed that we have a new member, so how about we go around the circle and introduce ourselves Joe: Hi, I'm Joe Hills from Nashville Tennessee Doc: I'm Doc from the Perimeter Bdubs: And I'm Bdouble0! Jevin: Hi, I'm Jevin, and I am very new at this Joe: Welcome to the Hermit Dads, Jevin! What brings you here today? Jevin: *holds up Tiny Tom* Hermit Dads: Jevin, in tears: I love him so much

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rocknrollbabe14 · 1 year

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Right By Your Side (Joseph x Reader)

Rating: 18+ just because it contains adult content concerning health issues.

Warnings: Pain, putting off treatment, vomiting, sickness, surgery? Otherwise, cute Joe fluff.

Once you all got home from the German Comic Con, life hit you all in the face. You convinced Joseph to go to the eye doctor since he had been complaining about his vision. Joe was not exactly thrilled when he came home and told you he had to wear glasses. They had ordered his glasses and told him they should be in within the next week. After that, he could get contacts. But there would be some more waiting.

“Can you believe it? Twenty-nine years and I just now need glasses?”, Joe grumbled as he got a drink from the fridge.

Arthur was awake, lying on his back and kicking his legs on his play mat. You sat on the floor with him. “Tell daddy, it’s okay.”, you said in a soft voice.

Joseph sighed, sitting down beside you on the floor. He took a sip of his drink, admiring his baby boy.

“What if Arthur cries when he sees me?”

You rolled your eyes, your baby beginning to smile. “He isn’t going to cry when he sees you with glasses. He’ll still know you’re his daddy.”

Joseph was being really hard on himself. In reality, you knew there was no reason for him to behave this way. He would look great in whatever he wore. He picked Arthur up, and Arthur was able to hold his head up. He smiled at the sight of his daddy.

“Do you think daddy will look weird?”, he baby-talked his son, making a face.

Arthur smiled.

You sighed, rolling your eyes again playfully. Amelia came bouncing down the stairs once she heard her daddy’s voice, realizing he was home.

“Daddy, you’re home?!”, she squealed, running over to him.

“Easy, love, I’ve got the baby.”, he chuckled softly as she slowed down before she wrapped her arms around him tightly.

He kissed her head softly before she turned her attention to Arthur, making him smile. It was nice to see both of your kids getting along, and interacting with each other. You knew it could only get cuter as Arthur became able to do more things like laugh and hold his entire body up. Amelia was dying to help feed him and you and Joe had decided to let her in just a couple of weeks. It was almost Christmas break from preschool. Amelia’s Christmas party was next Friday.

Your plan was to make cookies for her class. Amelia was excited, even asking you to help pick out an outfit for her. You all settled on a Christmas dress with white tights and black flats, and of course, her green bow. The rest of the evening was spent at home, Joseph still fretting over his glasses. Even as you fed Arthur before bed. This was new to him, you understood his hesitation. But you just knew he’d look so handsome and sexy in anything.

It was Tuesday of the next week, Joseph had just home from getting to pick up his glasses. He came through the door, seeing if you would notice.

“Hey love.”, he whispered.

You looked up at him, doing a double take since you noticed his glasses. “Hey, babe. They look good on you.”

“Aw, come on.”, he groaned, taking you in his arms before kissing your head.

Occasionally, Joseph had a hard time accepting compliments even from you. He was very humble and you thought it was one of the cutest things about Joe. He held you in his arms for a minute, noticing you were making lunch. Amelia wanted grilled cheese and tomato soup, he assured you that sounded great to him. He sat down at the table, reading on his phone for a few minutes while you finished up lunch, and set the table.

“Amelia, lunch is ready!”

“Coming, mommy!”, she yelled back.

Joseph put his phone down, kissing your cheek as you sat his plate and bowl down. “Thanks for making lunch, love.”

“You’re most welcome, babe.”

Amelia ran into the kitchen, you helping her scoot her chair out, and situate herself in it.

“Daddy, did you get glasses?”, she asked, slightly confused at seeing her dad in front of her.

He eyed you before answering her. “Yes, princess. Daddy needed glasses.”

You sat down with them, listening to their daddy-daughter banter, causing you to smirk. It was quite cute. You ate a small amount of soup and only half a grilled cheese. Your stomach was hurting slightly, but nothing out of the ordinary. It was right near your belly button, the cramping, aching feeling. You chalked it up to starting your period soon, a good sign right now with two kids. Joe noticed you weren’t eating like you usually did.

“Feeling okay, love?��

“Fine, just my stomach’s hurting a little. I think it’s about time for my monthly.”, you eyed him.

“Mommy, what’s a monthly?”

Joe almost spat his soup out, quickly grabbing a napkin and clearing his throat. Amelia had become increasingly curious lately, questioning almost everything. Joseph definitely did not want to think about his baby girl reaching that phase of puberty. He couldn’t even handle the fact she was in preschool. He dreaded the day she got a crush on a boy, his heart couldn’t take it.

“Um, just where mommy’s stomach hurts.”, you deflected quickly.

“Sounds bad.”, Amelia scrunched her face up, going back to her soup.

Joe coughed again, taking a sip of water and trying to recover from his daughter’s curious question. You eyed him easily, holding back a laugh. After finishing lunch, Joe helped you clean up the kitchen. Amelia was in the living room, watching Arthur sleep. You had Bluey on to entertain her.

“The real test is when I pick up Arthur.”, Joe sighed, looking at you and referring to his glasses.

“Amelia didn’t think anything different.”, you smirked up at him.

“Mommy, Arthur’s awake!”, Amelia yelled from the living room.

“Okay, mommy will feed him in a few minutes, dear.”

Joe sighed, closing the cabinets. “Wesley is wanting to get together tomorrow, is it okay if I go out with him?”

You eyed Joe, putting your hands on your hips. He was always such a gentleman and asked permission to leave the house when it wasn’t business related. Joe was always conscious of you being home alone with the kids. But you knew he needed time to himself and to catch up with his friends. He offered to do the same thing for you, even offering for you to get your nails and toes done and have a massage at the salon. You were hesitant about his offer at first, especially leaving him alone with Amelia and Arthur for several hours.

It wasn’t that you thought he wasn’t capable, he most definitely was. You just felt guilty going out, you felt like your sole purpose in life was to be a mommy now. He gently encouraged you to go, stating that you deserved this and it was the least he could do for you. After his small persuasion, you hesitantly agreed. But you were very glad you went, feeling so good and relaxed once you got back home. Practically feeling like a new woman.

“You know you don’t have to ask.”, you looked up at him.

“It’s a respect thing, love. I just want to make sure you’re okay with it.”

“I’m perfectly fine with it, me and the kids will be fine. Tell him we said hi.”, you smirked before Joe took you in his arms, placing his hands on your waist and you all shared a small kiss.

You both went into the living room, once Arthur was trying to become fussier.

“Moment of truth.”, Joe smirked at you.

All you could do was playfully roll your eyes again. Joseph picked him up out of his pack n play and you could tell he was holding his breath. Arthur’s fussing ceased, with him eyeing his daddy with his brown eyes. He finally smiled just for a second and you could tell Joseph breathed a sigh of relief.

“You don’t think daddy looks weird, do you buddy?”, he spoke softly before kissing Arthur’s head.

Arthur smiled softly.

“See? He knows you’re still daddy, now let me feed him before he starts crying.”, you laughed.

Joe handed him to you easily, smirking as you both sat down on the couch, Amelia climbing up on the couch with you all. She cuddled Joe while you all watched Bluey. As the evening progressed, your abdominal discomfort became worse, becoming full-on abdominal pain. Especially in your right lower abdomen. Joseph noticed your face was scrunched up, your hand on your stomach.

Arthur was asleep in your arms. Amelia was in her pajamas, asleep in her daddy’s arms. He was gonna carry her upstairs and put her in bed.

“Love, are you sure you’re okay?”

You sighed, discomfort evident on your face. “I just am having really bad abdominal pain. Maybe where my periods are just starting to get regular again?”, you suggested. “I’m gonna take some Tylenol.”

He nodded. “Alright love, I’m gonna take Amelia to bed.

You gave her a kiss before going to the kitchen, Arthur in your arms, managing to open the pill bottle, popping two in your mouth before grabbing a cup, getting some water out of the fridge, and chasing them down quickly. You secretly hoped this would help. You turned off the lamps downstairs, beginning your trek up the stairs, feeling the pain in your abdomen worsen with these increased movements. You closed your eyes, breathing through the pain. This felt as bad if not worse than labor pains.

You got upstairs, and Amelia’s door was cracked, signaling Joe had already successfully put her to bed. You went into the bedroom, putting Arthur in his bassinet, holding your side. Joe was in the bathroom, the door opening. You quickly removed your hand, wincing as you sat down in bed.

“Did you take some medicine, baby?”, he asked, dressed in his pajama pants.

You nodded. “Two Tylenol.”

“If you feel any worse, wake me up, okay?”, he asked, looking into your eyes, seriousness on his face. He pulled you close to him, stretching your abdomen and causing you to wince in pain, biting back and squealing out in pain.

He felt you tense up in his arms. “Baby, am I hurting you?”

“No—it just is very sensitive. This is the worst period cramps I’ve ever had.”, you breathed, finally catching your breath.

He looked at you cautiously. “Seriously wake me up if things get worse, okay baby?”

You nodded easily, sharing a goodnight kiss with him, cuddling up to him best you could without hurting yourself further. Your side was killing you, the pain making you nauseated. Your eyes shot open, looking at the clock. It was two thirty. Joe was snoring beside you, his arms lazily wrapped around you. You broke out in a cold sweat, feeling extremely nauseated.

You easily moved his arm, realizing you had to get to the bathroom and fast. Arthur was still fast asleep and you prayed he’d stay asleep until after you finished throwing up. Your legs were weak, and you trying not to stumble your way through the bedroom. You didn’t want to knock anything over to wake Joe up. You carefully found the doorknob, opened the bathroom door, and closed it gently behind you. You eased yourself down to your knees, the cool tile hitting your legs.

It reminded you of when you had severe morning sickness with Amelia. You grabbed your own hair, held it back, and threw up. You closed your eyes, feeling tears slide down your cheeks. You just wanted this to be over. Once you had emptied your stomach contents, you slumped down on the tile floor, just laying there, feeling relieved at how cold the floor was-especially against your face. You didn’t realize you had drifted off to sleep for a bit.

Not until you heard the sound of Arthur crying, bringing you out of your slumber. What little bit you had managed to get while laying on your bathroom floor. When you lifted your head up, the room felt like it was spinning. If you managed to get up right now, it would take everything you had in you. Raising up from the floor, you felt the sharp, stabbing pain causing you to wince and hiss in pain. Just as you were about to try and hold on to the toilet to get up, the door opened.

“Oh my God.”, you heard your husband, shock evident in his voice. “Baby, what’s wrong? How long have you been in here? Are you sick?”

You closed your eyes, trying to get your thoughts together. “Just a really—really bad stomach ache or period cramps—so bad it’s making me nauseated. But I promise I’m fine.”

He scoffed easily. “You are so not fine. We need to go on to the emergency room. You’ve never ever had period craps nor a virus bad enough that you vomited and fell asleep on the bathroom floor.”

You sighed. You knew in the back of your mind you were fighting a losing battle. Eventually, Joseph would win. This was the worst pain you had ever felt in your entire life minus labor pains. At least with labor pains, they eventually went away. The Tylenol you had taken had barely taken the edge off. You were miserable if you were being honest.

“No, please no emergency room. They’ll just give me a bunch of fluids and IV nausea medicine and send me home.”, you pleaded with him.

He sighed, rubbing his eyes. “Love, I’m worried about you. It could be something more—like maybe an ectopic pregnancy or something serious.”

You sighed at his suggestion. “I don’t think so. Can you please feed Arthur and just let me lay here?”

He was taken aback at this. This was unlike you. He didn’t mind feeding Arthur for you. Joseph was willing to do anything and everything he could to help you.

He sighed, accepting your answer for now. “Fine, but at least let me get you a pillow and blanket. And I’m coming in here when I’m done feeding the baby. This conversation is not over.”

You smiled softly at how firm he was trying to be with you before the pain took back over, causing you to frown and grimace. You could hear Joe picking Arthur up from his bassinet, beginning to baby-talk to him. Arthur’s crying was becoming softer. Joe went downstairs and grabbed him a bottle before coming back upstairs and into the bedroom. He was becoming a pro just like you, being able to hold the baby and grab other things. He came into the bedroom, bottle propped against his chest, feeding Arthur as he handed you a pillow and blanket.

“Thank you, babe.”

He eyed you easily. “You’re welcome, babe, but we are still gonna talk about this.”, he said in a sing-song voice.

You sighed easily as he went back into the bedroom, hearing the bed sink with his weight as he sat down to feed Arthur. You easily fixed the pillow, laying down on the tile once more. Something was wrong with you, but you weren’t exactly sure what. Joe could be right—something could be seriously wrong with you. If you were being honest, you had never felt pain like this. It was new, uncharted territory. You could feel your eyes threatening to close, becoming exhausted. You wanted to give in to your exhaustion so badly, almost drifting off as Joe entered the bathroom.

“Now, the baby’s asleep. We have to talk.”

You groaned softly, voice laced with drowsiness. “What about, babe?”

“About the fact, something is wrong with you. This behavior is so unlike you. I am seriously worried about you. I can put off going out with Wesley. He’d understand.”, Joe sighed, his brown eyes looking at you, full of concern.

You were still very lethargic. “No, I’ll be okay. I promise. Go ahead and go out with Wesley.”

Joe ran his hand through your hair, admiring you. You were pale, cold and clammy. He knew something was wrong.

“Can mom at least come over and be with you and the kids?”, he asked softly.

You nodded, groggily. “Yeah.”

That made some relief wash over him. He knew if you got worse, his mom would at least call him and take you to the emergency room. He’d call her first thing in the morning before he left. He stroked your hair as you fought to drift off to sleep. He softly touched your face, admiring you. Your cheeks were flushed and warm, causing him concern. He wished whatever was wrong with you, he could take it away. He hated to see you in pain. Even when you were having Amelia and Arthur.

Joe sat on the floor beside you, making sure you were okay. You were finally managing to sleep a little bit. The only time he left you was to go check on Arthur and feed him or change him. You were up and down a few times over the next several hours. Joe went and got some Pepto Bismol for you to drink. You had a couple more episodes of nausea and vomiting, Joe holding your hair back and rubbing your back.

“You don’t think you could be pregnant, do you?”, he asked as he kissed your head.

You were just getting over your nausea and vomiting spell.

You shook your head. “I really don’t think so. Considering we’re using condoms.”, you choked out, voice hoarse.

He sighed. “Still a small chance.”

You shook your head, dismissing this idea completely. Once morning came, Joe tried to convince you to at least get in bed or lay on the couch. You suffered through the pain, pretending as if you weren’t in immense pain. Joe helped you down to the couch, bringing you the baby as you requested to breastfeed him. You were trying to doze off, even just feeding the baby.

“I can still cancel with Wesley if you need to go to the doctor.”, he kissed your head, feeling if you had a temperature.

“No, I’ll be okay.”, you mumbled, Arthur on your right breast.

Your cheeks were still flushed, the rest of your face pale otherwise.

Joe wasn’t exactly convinced. He called his mom, explaining everything. He explained the fact that you wouldn’t let him take you to the doctor and dismissed this as period cramps or a bad stomach bug. He also explained you insisted that he didn’t cancel his plans with Wesley. She agreed to come help you with the kids, giving him some peace of mind. Joe got ready and put his glasses on, helping Amelia get dressed into play clothes. Once he noticed Arthur was done feeding, he scooped him up in his arms, taking him with him around the house.

You managed to take a short nap. Once Joe got dressed, the doorbell rang. Carrying Arthur, he answered the door to see his mom.

“Hello dear. Is Y/N okay?”, his mom asked.

She took her son into her arms, giving him a hug.

He sighed. “For now. She’s taking a nap. Amelia is playing in the living room.”

She nodded, instantly beginning to make over Arthur since he was the first grandchild she laid eyes on.

“And there’s nan’s baby boy. Yes, he is.”, she kissed his head, causing him to squirm as Joe let her take him into her arms.

Arthur settled back down, snuggling into her arms. His mom took her shoes off, coming further into the house. Coming into the living room, she noticed you were asleep on the couch. Joseph smiled softly.

“Here, baby put your legs up on the couch. Get comfortable. Mom’s here, okay?”, he said softly, kissing your head before brushing a hand through your hair.

“Okay.”, you said softly, wincing at him moving you.

“And call me if you need me, please. Or get mom to.”

“Okay.”

Amelia immediately ran over to hug her nan. “Nan!”

“Hello sweetheart.”, she leaned down to kiss Amelia, careful with Arthur.

Joseph smiled, admiring the beautiful family he had. However, there was still worry seeded deep inside of him. He felt uneasy leaving you, but he didn’t want to argue with you. He felt better that his mom was there in case you needed someone. Amelia’s curls were getting longer, but they were so adorable. It was just one of the things she took after him, causing a smile to appear on her lips. Amelia smiled, going back to play with her toys.

“Call me if she gets worse.”, Joe sighed to his mom, eyeing you on the couch.

“I will, dear. Don’t worry so much. I’ll keep an eye on her.”

He nodded, giving his mom a final hug before she kissed him on the head. He grabbed his keys, taking another look at you before his mom went to sit on the loveseat, holding Arthur in her arms and beginning to ask Amelia about school and her trip to Germany. All the exciting things. He smiled softly, but he was going to worry about you the entire time he was gone. You and the kids were his everything and he wanted to do everything in his power to keep you all healthy and safe.

He met Wesley for lunch at a local pub, a familiar hangout for the both of them. Wesley could instantly read Joseph, sensing something was wrong.

“What’s wrong?”, he asked immediately.

“Y/N’s not feeling well. She was up all night last night throwing up and even slept in our bathroom floor.”, Joe sighed, rubbing his face.

Wesley’s expression was even full of concern. “Why are you here?”

“She refuses to go to the doctor. She said it’s a bad stomach bug or bad period cramps. Mom’s with her and the kids. I told her you’d understand if I needed to cancel my plans.”

Wesley nodded. “Of course. Your family comes first. What do you think is wrong with her?”

Joe shrugged. “I don’t know but I’m worried it’s something serious.”

Wesley nodded as they waited on their food. He noticed that Joe kept checking his phone for any text or call from you or his mom. He tapped the table nervously, seeming distracted. Their food arrived but Joe barely picked at his. Wesley could tell he was more worried than he was really letting on.

Back at home, you were in and out of sleep. You were holding your side, listening to Amelia and Joseph’s mom talk and interact. You held back your groans. You were in absolute misery. Part of you wished you had let Joe take you to the doctor or the hospital. You were feeling nauseated again, the pain increasingly becoming worse. His mom noticed, telling Amelia she’d be right back. Arthur was asleep in her arms, snoring.

“Are you feeling sick, sweetie?”, she asked.

You closed your eyes, nodding. “Yeah.”

“Do you need the bin?”

You knew what she was referring to—the trash can. You nodded weakly. The nausea was increasing and easing up towards your throat. She took off to the kitchen quickly before returning with the trash can, sitting it near your head. Without warning, you began throwing up. You didn’t have much to give considering you hadn’t eaten since dinner last night. His mom set on the arm of the couch, grabbing your hair and pulling it back while holding Arthur in the other arm.

This caught Amelia’s attention. “Nan, is mommy sick?”

“Yes, love. She’s not feeling well.”, you heard her voice beside you.

Once it was over, you kept your eyes closed, feeling the tears continue to slide down your cheeks from your eyes watering.

“Lay back, sweetie. I’ll go get a washcloth.”

“You don’t have to do that.”, you coughed.

His mom clicked her tongue. “No, I insist. Just lay back and close your eyes. Relax.”

She came back from the bathroom, still holding Arthur, and got you a damp, cool washcloth and laid it on your forehead. She was a pro at multitasking. Arthur began to wake up, fussing and crying.

“Here, let me feed him.”, you said softly, voice small and weak.

“No dear, it’s okay. You just close your eyes. Do you have milk in the fridge?”

You nodded weakly. “Yeah, and there’s some in the freezer. Joe likes to keep it stocked.”

You could hear the smile in her voice. “He’s a proud father, that’s for sure. I’ll take care of it.”

You could hear her rummaging in the kitchen, getting his bottle ready, and feeding him. You continued to writhe, tossing and turning on the couch. You wished something—anything would end your misery. Amelia kept cautious eyes on you, worried about her mommy. You had no energy. You wanted to take care of your kids, but you couldn’t muster up the energy to do so. You suffered for a few more hours, day slipping into night. His mom kept a check on you, dabbing your head every now and then with a washcloth before leaving it on your forehead permanently.

Your phone dinged and you knew it was Joseph, but you couldn’t muster the energy to even look at it. You finally reached the end of your rope.

“Call Joe, please call him. I need him. I need him so bad.”, you began to sob into the couch cushion.

She eyed you sympathetically before sitting down. “You want me to call him, sweetheart? Do you want me to go ahead and take you to the emergency room and have him meet us there?”

You nodded, holding your side. “Can Joe take me, please? I don’t want the kids to be alarmed. I need him.”, you began to cry.

“Of course, dear. I’ll call him now.”

She pulled out her cell phone and dialed his number. You could only hear her side of the conversation.

“Hey dear, it’s mum. Y/N wants you, honey. She’s begging for you. Yes, come and take her to the emergency room. Yes, she’s gotten slightly worse. Yes. Okay, dear. Be careful driving, I love you.”

She came over and felt your head again. She was being motherly towards you, obviously and clearly concerned about you. Amelia was worried, coming over to talk to you.

“Mommy, are you okay?”, her voice broke.

You nodded. “Mommy will be okay.”

His mom sat beside you, watching you. She could visibly see you were uncomfortable and miserable. You were quietly beginning to sob into the pillow again. She put her hand on your shoulder. It was just a matter of fifteen or twenty minutes before the door came open, Joe rushed in the door. He was visibly shaken, feeling a little on edge. You heard him come over to you.

“Baby.”, he said softly, partially filled with relief and the other with sympathy for the pain you felt.

Joe ran his hand through your hair, feeling how clammy you were. He looked back at his mom before speaking again. “Love, we need to go to the hospital. Are you ready?”

You nodded, beginning to cry. “Please Joe. Please.”

Joe looked at you with sympathetic eyes, he hated to see you cry.

He kissed your head. “Okay, baby. Okay.”, he breathed, kissing your forehead again.

He made a few more last-minute arrangements, asking his mom if she would keep the kids while you all were gone. She agreed and stated she would call his dad to come over too. Amelia was worried, Joe could see it all over her face. She was on the verge of shedding tears, carefully wiping her eyes and sniffling. Joe’s heart immediately sank noticing his baby girl so upset.

Joe went over to Amelia, kneeling down on her level. “It’s going to be okay, baby girl. Okay?”

She nodded carefully, rubbing her eyes again. “Promise daddy?”

“Daddy promises. Daddy’s gonna take mommy to the doctor to help her feel better, okay? Daddy and mommy love you so much.”, he breathed, his voice wavering as he leaned her over to kiss her head.

“Love you, daddy. Love you mommy.”, she said softly.

Joseph’s mom was still holding Arthur, Joe taking his time to kiss his baby boy goodbye for the time being. After that, Joe quickly turned his attention back to you. You were crying, trying to keep it quiet. It was hard to focus on anything. Other than the immense pain you felt. You could hardly even focus on Joe’s voice or Amelia’s voice. You had never experienced anything like this in your life and you never hoped to again.

“Come on baby, let’s go.”, he said softly, kissing your head.

He tried to help you sit up, however, when he did, you felt like you were being stabbed, yelling out. “Babe—please stop—it hurts so bad!”

The end of your sentence was frail and weak as you broke into a sob. Joseph’s face crinkled in worry, immediately began to apologize profusely. “I’m so so sorry, baby. I am so sorry.”

Through the stream of your tears, you saw Amelia gasp and cling to Joseph’s mom.

Joe ran his hand through your hair softly, touching your cheek. You sobbed into your hands, feeling like you were dying. That’s what you would compare this to.

“Let me carry you, baby. Please.”, he thumbed over your cheek.

You nodded, tears still sliding down your cheeks. Joe scooped you in his arms, reminiscent of your wedding day when he carried you bridal style. You clung to him with everything in you. He was always your safety blanket and today was no exception. Especially feeling like this. He held on to you as his mom went to open the doors to go outside and to the car, telling Amelia she’d be right back. Joe kissed your head as you tried to stop crying. You could only imagine the conversation you were going to be having with him once you all got into the car.

He would probably tell you that you should have let him take you to the doctor this morning or even last night. You deserved to hear those words, you admitted it. He easily put you in the car, dreading the movement. It hurt so bad. Joe apologized the entire time he helped you into the vehicle, kissing your head. He finally got you situated, laying the seat down, and making you a little more comfortable. His mom hugged him, assuring him she would keep the kids and they would be fine.

He came around, getting in the driver’s side. Starting the vehicle, his brown eyes panned over at you. He looked at you, trying to read you.

“Go ahead and say it.”, you said softly, gripping your side.

“Say what, love?”, he asked softly in return.

“That I was stupid and should have let you take me to the hospital this morning or yesterday evening. Because I’ll admit it, I should have—I wished I would have.”

He dismissed you quickly. “I wasn’t going to say that, baby. I wish you would have let me take you but I’m just glad you are now before things get worse.”, he rubbed your thigh.

You nodded softly, leaning your head against the door of the car. The hospital wasn’t very far away. You both were well aware of that, especially after having two children. What few minutes it took to arrive at the emergency room, felt like hours to you. It was the pain. Once arriving at the hospital, Joe scooped you up and out of the vehicle, carefully putting you in a wheelchair. You cried softly and he apologized again, rubbing your shoulders. Even through the terrible pain, Joe could do his best to make you feel better.

Once you got inside, you registered at the registration desk. You explained what horrible abdominal pain you were having and how fast the onset of pain was. She asked you a million questions about insurance, your address, and how much of the previous information they had on file for you that was correct. After finishing that painstaking process, you all sat in the waiting room, Joe rubbing your arm. It caused you both to look up when the nurse called your name, an all too familiar feeling.

Joe pushed you through the door that led from the waiting room to the emergency room. The nurse asked if you could weigh, but you explained you were in too much pain. She took you on back to room three. She asked you several questions—very similar to the ones the registrar asked you. Her eyes widened as she noticed your blood pressure was elevated, however, she attributed the high numbers as a result of your pain.

“Any chance you could be pregnant? When was your last period?”, she asked.

“Um, probably not—we use condoms. And my last period was the fifteenth of last month.”, you said tensely.

She nodded. “We’ll go ahead and run a pregnancy test when the lab draws some blood, okay? We’re gonna go ahead and get you an IV started in just a few minutes.”

You nodded. She disappeared, telling you both the doctor would be back soon. Joe kissed your head, brushing through your hair again. You lay down, holding your side. You just wanted relief from this pain. It was ten minutes before the doctor came in. Part of you was relieved, the other worried as to what she would find out was wrong with you.

“Hello, Mrs. Quinn. I’m Dr. Anderson. The nurse told me you started experiencing your pain last night.”

You nodded.

“And you’ve been experiencing some nausea and vomiting?”

You nodded.

She asked you the same round of questions—if there was a chance of pregnancy, when your last period was, etc. The nurse came back in why she was asking you these questions to start your IV. The doctor asked you to lean back and she warned you that what she was about to do would hurt. She palpated your abdomen, running over the right lower part of your abdomen. You wanted to jump out of the bed, tears threatening to fall. Joe noticed, taking your hand. You looked to be in more pain than when you had the kids. She finished, stating she was going to run some lab work and do an MRI but would give you some Zofran and pain medication once your IV was in. Joe knew you hated being stuck. It was one of your least favorite things. Even though you had two children, you still hated it.

“Look at me.”, he said softly.

Your eyes panned over to him as the nurse tied the tourniquet on your arm, searching for a vein—her gloved finger running over your skin. He almost wanted to cry himself noticing how tear-filled your eyes were. Joseph truly hated to see you in pain. At least when you had the babies, there was something to look forward to at the end. Holding your babies was the best feeling and the biggest adrenaline rush. With this, he was unsure where this would go and what was wrong with you.

He stroked his thumb over your hand the nurse wasn’t using. “Remember the first time they stuck you for your IV when you were in labor with Amelia?”

You smiled softly, nodding through your pain. “Yeah. I was in denial about it being real labor.”

He laughed. “But you were so desperate to have her.”

“Big stick.”, the nurse said as she slid the IV into a vein in your arm, but you didn’t really hear her because you were focusing on Joe.

You barely winced as Joe continued. “I was so huge and miserable.”

“You were not.”, he disagreed.

You rolled your eyes. “Whatever.”

He chuckled again as the nurse finished taping your IV. “How many kids do you have?”

“Two—a four-year-old little girl and an eleven-week-old baby boy.”, you answered, wincing at the pain in your abdomen.

She nodded. “Aw, how sweet. What’re their names?”

“Amelia and Arthur.”

“Adorable, alright sweetie here’s your zofran for nausea and she ordered you some morphine for pain, okay?”, the nurse eyed you.

You nodded, thankful that you were finally going to see some relief from nausea, vomiting, and pain. The nurse put the medication through your IV. It was just a few minutes after the Morphine, you instantly felt relief. Joe noticed you finally relaxed, closing your eyes. They wheeled you away from him to have your MRI. Your brain was wracked with thoughts of what could be wrong with you. It terrified you to know that you could focus on what was really ahead of you rather than the immense pain you were feeling.

Bringing you back into the emergency room, you climbed back on the stretcher easily. Joe covered you back up, kissing your head.

“You know I love you more than anything.”, Joe eyed you.

You were a little high on pain medicine. “You do?”, you smiled at him, making a pouty face.

Joe smile with his brown eyes shining, running a hand through your hair. “Yes, I love you and our kids more than anything in this entire world.”

He leaned over and shared a kiss with you, also relieved you were not in as much pain as you had been. It may have been twenty minutes before the doctor came back in.

“Alight Mrs. Quinn, I have your MRI results back and the good news is you’re not experiencing an ectopic pregnancy. The bad news is, you have an inflamed appendix which we call appendicitis. You do need to have emergency surgery to prevent it from rupturing which can cause a lot of complications.”

You and Joe looked at one another, trying to take in this information.

“But—”, you tried to protest, feeling fear and anxiety begin to set in, along with tears welling up in your eyes instantly thinking about spending a night away from your kids.

“No buts, baby. You need this.”, Joe eyed you, rubbing your arm softly.

You knew he was right, you had to have surgery. The doctor said she would have the surgeon on-call to come in and talk to you about your risks, and possible complications, and to review the procedure with you. Your surgical consent would also need to be signed. You would immediately be prepped for surgery. The doctor left to give you all a few minutes to gather your thoughts. Tears were welling up in your eyes, feeling fear and shock beginning to set in.

Joe noticed. “Love, it’s going to be alright.”, he took your hand before kissing it.

“I’m scared, Joe. This is major surgery.”

Deep down inside, he was worried too. But he knew he had to put on a brave face for you.

“I know, love. But this is how you’re going to feel better.”, he brushed through your hair.

He went ahead and called his mom, letting her know they were going to do emergency surgery. The surgeon came in within thirty minutes to talk to you both, explaining everything. You shook as you grabbed the pen and clipboard, signing your name on the signature line, and giving them permission to perform surgery on you to remove your appendix. They give you a quick surgical bath and a new gown.

“She’s gonna be admitted to room 312 after her surgery. You can wait in the waiting room and a nurse will come to get you to come and see her in recovery.”, the nurse eyed Joseph who was from the OR team.

They explained you were going to holding in the OR for them to give you some medicine to relax you before taking you into the operating room. They put a disposable blue bouffant cap on you, the kind the OR team wears and you felt slightly ridiculous but also very tearful.

They stopped the stretcher to allow you and Joseph a moment.

Joe looked down at you with what looked like watery eyes, holding your clothes and a packet they had given you for your admission. He smiled softly before stroking your cheek.

“You’re gonna be fine, love. I’ll be right there as soon as they let me, okay? I promise.”, he kissed your cheek.

“Okay, babe. Check on the kids, please.”

He nodded.

“Do I look ridiculous?”, you asked softly causing Joe to chuckle and smile.

“No, still the most beautiful woman ever. I love you, baby.”

“I love you, too.”, you said, tears in your eyes but Joe kissed you on the lips softly.

You all kept your eyes on each other as they wheeled you away on the stretcher. This was really happening, you were doing this. When they got you down to OR holding, you felt a chill in the air. The nurse took over, reviewing the procedure with you and asking some questions. The anesthesiologist came shortly after to push the medication through your IV, almost instantly calming you down. All you could think about was your kids and Joseph.

“How are you feeling?”, the nurse asked easily.

“Tired…”, you said drowsily, speech slightly slurred.

“Alright, dear. We are going back to the OR and I’m gonna get you to transfer from this stretcher to the table, okay?”

You nodded slowly, closing your eyes. It was a matter of time before you came into the operating room, the staff asked you to transfer over to the bed and it took you a moment to do so, trying to get your body to follow the commands from your brain to move. You didn’t feel half as nervous, the medicine kicking in. The nurse talked calmly as they placed the mask over your face, asking you to count back from ten. You only made it to six before everything went black.

The first thing you remembered when waking up was feeling your husband holding your hand, stroking it softly.

“Hey, love. It’s all over now.”, his voice carried softly.

You fought to blink your eyes open, but everything was blurry. Joseph finally came into view.

“It’s done?”, you asked groggily.

He nodded. “Mhmm. Let me let the nurse know you’re awake and I’ll be right back.”, he kissed your head.

You heard him walk away, meeting the nurse right outside the curtain. You heard them talking as she came into see you and assess you, Joseph sitting back down on the other side of the stretcher.

“How are you Mrs. Quinn?”, she asked.

“Tired…hurting…nauseous.”, you crinkled your face.

“I’ll get you some medicine, okay?”

Joseph held your hand as the nurse left briefly just to grab some medicine and come right back. She told you what each medicine was as she pushed it through your IV, allowing you to get instant relief.

“How are the kids?”, you asked slowly.

“Fine, mom and dad just fed them about an hour ago. Mom said they’re getting baths and going to bed soon.”, he thumbed over your hand.

You nodded, feeling satisfied. They took your vitals a few more times before preparing to take you to your regular room. Joe walked right beside the stretcher the entire time. The nurse told you to keep your eyes open and not fall back asleep. You listened to her. You arrived in your room, the nurse helped you off the stretcher. Joe took over, making sure you made it to your bed before covering you up and kissing your head. She took your vitals again as they handed off report to your nurse on the floor.

They brought you some dinner if you considered broth, jello, and a soda dinner. You ate it easily, looking at Joe and asking him if he was going to eat. He said he would in a little bit. They brought him a tray as well, considering it was so late. You became more alert as the night went on, however, you asked for your pain medicine before getting up to go to the bathroom, which you dreaded so badly. It wasn’t as bad as you imagined it would be, but you were sorer than you had been after having Amelia and Arthur.

Joe held your hand, sitting in a chair by your bed as you fell asleep. He called one more time to check on the kids, both fast asleep. His mom informed him Amelia asked every hour if you were okay and out of surgery. Joe thought that was the cutest thing. While on the phone, he arranged a little surprise for you tomorrow. If all went well, you would get released tomorrow. He knew how much you wanted to go home. He eventually drifted off to sleep in the chair but set an alarm every four hours to wake you up and see if you needed pain medicine. It was cute how much he took care of you.

The next morning, you felt sorer but felt more like yourself. They advanced your diet, finally allowing you to get regular food. Joe called his mom and dad as you ate breakfast. The day began to pass, you trying to watch television and get your mind off things while talking to Joseph and having him by your side. Jamie and Jess texted to see how everything went. Wesley checked in also. It was sweet of them to be concerned and care about you. Joseph smiled at his phone, his mom and dad letting him know they had arrived and would be inside shortly.

You noticed but didn’t say anything. Suddenly, the door opened and you heard the sweetest sound. Your eyes immediately shot over to the door, noticing your daughter.

“Mommy!”, Amelia yelled as she ran over to your bed, a bouquet of flowers in her hand.

“Amelia!”, you said excitedly, smiling from ear to ear.

She ran over to the bed, Joe helping give her a boost while smiling to himself. Her curls were perfect, cascading down slightly past her shoulders. She liked her hair long and you didn’t fight her on that. Joe loved it too, so it stayed. She instantly hugged you tightly, Joe reminding her to be easy on you. You kissed her head.

“Me and Arthur got these for you, mommy.”, she handed you the flowers.

Joe watched with proud eyes.

Tears instantly came into your eyes as you took them from her easily. “Amelia, I love them.”

You hugged her again.

His mom held Arthur in her arms, he was still so small and you had missed him so much. He was only two and half months old. You had pumped enough, thankfully. You had no idea you were going to have surgery, and take pain medication and antibiotics. He squeaked easily, stretching in Joseph’s mother’s arms.

“Aw, it’s my baby boy.”, you looked up at his mom as she brought him over to you.

She handed him to you, and he instantly settled down in your arms, realizing his mommy finally had him again.

“I brought his milk. It’s in the cooler.”, his mom smiled, grabbing it from his dad.

“Thank you guys for everything.”, you smiled, tears in your eyes as you held Arthur in your arms, Amelia leaned over on you.

“You’re most welcome, dear.”, she hugged you.

It was a few more hours before the surgeon came in, admiring your family and giving you the news that you were formally being discharged. You were relieved, ready to go home with your kids and husband.

“Thank you for being here for me, babe.”, you looked up at Joe as Arthur slept.

Joe smiled, kissing your head. “You’re welcome, baby. I love you. I’ll always be right by your side, I promise.”

#joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn imagine #joseph x reader #joseph quinn #eddie munson #eddie imagines #eddie stranger things #eddie x reader #established couple #dad joe

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Miya: I wish I could control bees and wasps so they could sting my enemies.

Joe: You're to young to have enemies though?

Miya: You don't even want to know.

Joe: You being bullied or something kiddo?

Miya thinking: Does being ignored and called something you disagree on and being sabatoged bullying?

Reki: Uh- yeah?

Miya: Then yes I'm being bullied.

#sk8 the infinity incorrect quotes #Bullied Miya #So sad ;-;#Dad Joe #Older brother Reki #Just Miya

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#Mom and dad are flirting again-#matchablossom #sk8 the infinity #sk8 fanart #kojiro nanjo #kaoru sakurayashiki #miya chinen #kaoru x kojiro #cherry x joe #sk∞ エスケーエイト #エスケーエイト #digital art #my art #pochiikou

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eddielove · 1 year

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Like mom like son

#joe keery #steve harrington #dustin #dustin henderson #gaten matarazzo #steddie #steve x eddie #steddie dads

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𝐭𝐡𝐞 (𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲) 𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐞 ✨ — a steve harrington one shot fic

modern!sperm donor!steve x modern!pregnant!fem!reader

Summary: It’s hard to find ‘forever’ in a world that glorifies hook-up culture. After multiple failed relationships, you start to believe that your dream of having a family someday will only be just that — a DREAM. That is until you stumble across The Baby Gate Foundation, a family planning organization that helps qualifying Strangers start families with one another.

disclaimers — fluff overload, strangers to friends to lovers, some angst, reader goes by “Honey”,

NSFW — very brief smut, p in v sex (unprotected), breeding kink, cream pie, soft!dom steve

word count — 6.0k words

“So… what’s your favorite color?”

It’s the most aggravating question to ask when wading in the Dating Pool — and unfortunately the most frequent. But you figure at least asking about Steve Harrington’s favorite color is a good ‘precursor question’ when trying to get to know him. After all, you are the one carrying his child.

“Cerulean,” the handsome stranger from across the table replies.

“What’s that?”

“It’s a type of blue.”

“You could’ve just said blue.”

“What’s the fun in that?”

You issue him a touché type nod as you gently place your folded hands over your growing bump…a bump that was a byproduct of an ordeal that he wasn’t even present to participate in.

Before you knew him as Steve Harrington, he was just Stranger #021 whose sperm donation gave you the gift of life. The gift of having a little one of your own.

And it was about time you started a family. It has been a dream of yours — once you bagged your dream job and got to travel the world — to get married and have kids. But apparently the person you spent 6 years with did not share that dream, despite having told you he did in the beginning stages of your partnership.

Are you crazy? How dare you think your ex wanted a family after he explicitly told you he wanted you to marry him and have his kids? Silly lady. You actually thought he meant what he said.

And Steve Harrington’s baby daddy application seemed impossible to resist. The Baby Gate Foundation disclosed to you that Stranger #021 has no physical ailments, was a star athlete in high school, isn’t a carrier for any chronic illnesses, and passed a mental health and drug clearance.

Your baby is very likely to come out healthy and, now that you’ve gotten a good general idea of the guy, will hopefully inherit Steve’s luscious chestnut brown hair, his radiant smile, sparkling eyes, and kind nature. A healthy baby. A healthy family. It’s all you’ve ever wanted.

“Your stomach feeling okay?” Steve inquires.

“Yeah,” you smile. “I just like touching it sometimes. It still doesn’t feel real.”

When selected, Steve jumped for joy. And you bet he started doing cartwheels when your pregnancy test came out positive. My dick still works! he remembers saying.

Having been a foster parent to many teenagers in the past, Steve also felt ready to have a kid of his own. But then his first long term girlfriend of three years cheated on him, and then his next long term girlfriend left him when she realized a family with him was not what she wanted. Steve was practically on the same boat as you. And the stars aligned…

“So I was thinking…when you’re in what’s considered a ‘safe’ point in your pregnancy, say second trimester… we can do cute pregnancy announcements,” Steve suggests.

Your eyes glimmer at the thought.

“As coparents of course!” Steve makes sure to add. “A-and then we can have a gender reveal. We can choose the theme and ideas for it later but I’m just thinking of an intimate cake cutting thing….pink frosting, obviously for girl…”

“And cerulean for boy,” you smirk at him, finishing his thought.

He chuckles at your comment. “Yes, cerulean for boy.”

You two then begin to brainstorm the minor details. Signing up for parenting classes. Check-up appointments. Your baby registry. Ironing out the details so that you both can relish in the pregnancy as much as possible.

When you’re done, Steve then pays for your lunch and you two go separate ways. But not before a long, grateful hug.

“Thank you,” you whisper into his ear. “You’ve made my dream come true.”

“I am just as indebted,” Steve insists, giving your back a loving rub. “I’ve always wanted to be a father.”

You decide to not let go until Steve breaks the hug. But little did you know that was Steve’s plan too. So you both stand there, in the middle of the mall food court swaying back and forth, waiting patiently for the other to let go because to be honest, you never know what a simple ‘I see you’ hug can do for somebody.

Finally, Steve pulls away.

“Listen, uh, Honey,” he says. “I hope this doesn’t sound weird because technically we don’t really know each other…but I already care about you so deeply. You’re the mother of my child. I want to be as involved as possible.”

“I care about you too Steve,” you beam at him. “And I feel like our healing journeys are coming to an end. I’m so excited to come together with another person who has the same goals in life.”

And that is all that’s said during that exchange. You hope that throughout your pregnancy, you and Steve can have more coparent dates to really get to know each other. You love that he feels safe and trustworthy, willing to put his all into the child that he, and many many medical experts helped you create. And you hope that as your baby grows up, you will find a lifelong partner like Steve someday.

“So how’d it go?”

You’re over at your best friend, Eddie’s apartment talking to him about your day. Eddie has been your best friend since middle school, bearing witness to every wonderful milestone — and tragedy — that has plagued your life ever since. Your decision to become a mother on your own, and coparenting with a stranger is no exception.

“I like him!” you exclaim. “He’s very sweet.”

“Do you trust him as your Baby Daddy?”

“If I didn’t, it’d be a little too late for that I’m afraid.”

Eddie would’ve been more than happy to be your donor, and without a doubt, you’d trust him in being fully present in the child’s life. However Eddie comes from a home with a turbulent family dynamic, and unfortunately is a carrier of the addiction gene along with many other illnesses. Eddie didn’t want to risk doing that to you or your family. So it works out that he and his boyfriend Henry are the ‘Fun Uncles’ or as he calls them “Funcles” instead, and Steve is the dad.

“But yeah I like Steve,” you circle back. “He’s funny, sweet, looks like he takes care of himself. Even paid for my food. Oh, and as a bonus, he uses big words.”

Eddie snorts as he strides over to the fridge. “He uses big words.”

“Yeah, like cerulean.”

Your bestie cocks an eyebrow and smirks at you. “What’s that?”

“It’s a type of blue,” you smirk back at him.

He releases a theatrical gasp. “Ground-breaking.”

Your banter is cut short when Eddie’s partner Henry walks through the door.

“Hello, hello.”

“Hey, Henry!”

You watch as the quiet, tall blonde dressed in dark-denim-tailored-to-fit struts in with a grocery bag, closing the door behind him with his foot.

“Hi, darlings.”

“Funcle Number Two,” Eddie greets his partner.

“I thought I was Number One.”

“You are,” Eddie shrugs. “In my heart. If you have an issue with your title and rank, I’d talk it up with Honey.”

“You can be Number One,” you grant him permission, eliciting a betrayed gasp from Eddie.

“Thank you, Honey,” Henry smirks, shooting a sassy look at Eddie.

Eddie issues a sour variation of that smirk to Henry, only to be met with a rough nudge to the ribcage. The two black cats then assemble to unload the groceries, all while focusing their attention back to you, their appointed ‘golden retriever’ of the bunch.

“Speaking of titles,” Henry adds. “How was your meeting with Daddy Steve?”

“It was wonderful,” you respond. “Was just telling Eddie how much I like him.”

Henry grimaces, understandably so. Your taste and judgment in men throughout the years have been nothing short of concerning. But because you didn’t willingly seek Steve out on a shady online dating app, at a dive bar at 2 AM, or on the dance floor of a sweaty small town nightclub, you figured you were in the clear.

“We’re gonna make it work no matter what,” you insist to your seemingly doubtful friends. “Even if there are discrepancies, we agreed it’s our kid before anything. And I’m ready. I told you guys myself that if I don't meet the love of my life by the time I'm 29, I'm having a baby by myself."

Aside from the two "Funcles", you have been the only consistent person in your life. And in this day and age, two people don't need to 'be together' to bring life into this world. And even if they are together, it’s not a happy home sometimes.

All that matters in this arrangement is that both of Baby Harrington’s parents are involved. That was Steve's promise to you.

Let's just hope he keeps it.

“That’s the head… and those…are your baby’s feet.”

You and Steve watch the monitor in awe as the sonographer scans your belly. You are now 20 weeks along, and doing a routine ultrasound check up.

First trimester was a nightmare. Constant nausea and vomiting so you’re not even sure that you’re stomaching those pre-natals, intense mood swings, and breast tenderness so bad you essentially begged Steve to just chop your tits off.

Regardless, you are healthy, and the baby is healthy. And now your camera roll is filled with pictures and videos of every frame of every ultrasound you get done, as well as audio recordings of Baby Harrington’s heartbeat. You and Steve even share your content amongst each other, just in case the other missed something that the other captured. It’s a wholesome exchange, really.

“Baby’s kicking a lot. Almost looks like they’re swimming in place,” the tech comments.

“I did swim and water polo in high school, could be why,” Steve explains.

You bat your eyes in adoration at your friend. He gives you a warm look back.

“Just like Daddy,” you say. And then Steve rests his palm atop your hand.

For the first time in a long time, everything feels complete.

“So, would you like to know the gender?” the sonographer inquires.

Immediately you and Steve bombard her with anxious-filled “No no no no”s. You decided to go with the cake gender reveal idea, and Henry and Eddie were in charge of having it made.

“We’d like for it to be a surprise,” Steve smiles. “But we sure would like an envelope with the gender in it. Honey’s gonna give it to her friends to give the baker.”

“Sounds like a plan to me!” the tech grins widely. “I will have it printed out for you shortly.”

She wipes your belly down so that there is no more ultrasound jelly on your stomach before leaving. Meanwhile, you and Steve are absolutely giddy. You are now halfway through your pregnancy and couldn’t wait to hold Baby Harrington in your arms.

But as exciting as everything is, it is also anxiety-inducing. No parenting book could ever prepare you for bringing a kid into the world. There was so much more that needed to be done. So much to do. And it seems like there was so very little time to do it.

Steve has another question for you. “When does the baby usually wake you up?”

“Baby’s a night owl, strangely,” you reply. “I’ll feel some moving and stuff at night.”

Steve sighs and shakes his head in thought.

“Man, I hope kid doesn’t wake you up at night too much when they’re born. That’d be god awful.”

“I know, I’ve been thinking of that too,” you groan. “And all the diaper changes I’ll probably have to do before putting them back to sleep. Ugh, I don’t even wanna think about diapers.”

You didn’t want to think about post-partum shit. So far, you’ve only been focused on pregnancy shit, and that shit is already overwhelming. While you seem well-equipped for pregnancy itself, the thought of actually being a fully-functioning parenting unit alongside Steve brings on a new set of fear.

Suddenly you and Steve look up at each other.

“Oh shit!” you shriek. “A crib! We need a crib! A stroller.”

“And a whole nursery,” he gulps. “And a baby monitor… A swaddle! A carrier!”

———

You and Steve are moved in together by the end of the month. Platonically, of course. With a capital P.

You both figured that raising the baby under one roof would be the healthiest way to approach your parenting situation. Both of you already get along really well and have similar communication styles. You two also have the same expectations from each other. And not every child is blessed with two parents living together in a happy home. It’s a luxury you both refused to take for granted.

So eventually the non-traditional-housewarming-slash-baby-shower-party rolls around, in efforts to help prepare for Baby Harrington’s arrival. It ends up being a huge success. Additionally, the party gave everyone a chance to mingle with one another, your friends meeting Steve’s friends and jokingly calling each other "in-laws". Robin and Eddie immediately grow very fond of each other, having deemed each other best friends after their third time meeting.

“How long do you give it?” Robin asks Eddie as they watch you and Steve work together to build the crib. “You know till they…”

They observe as you and Steve bicker back and forth about whether or not a section of the crib was installed the wrong way. You argue that it was, and Steve, still firm in his masculinity that he felt like was slowly chipping away (he can’t help it sometimes) insisted that it wasn’t.

“I know how to read, Honey. And besides, if it’s the wrong part, how did I screw it on perfectly?”

“I don’t know, Bob the Builder,” you fire back at him. “You didn’t have to 'screw it on perfectly' to get me pregnant.”

“Til that baby is born,” Eddie estimates.

Eddie chuckles at this. He’s been with Henry for many years, but you two have beat him at the argue-like-a-married couple thing. Slyly, he sips his beer.

“…The very latest.”

“Steve, I’m hungry. Wanna go to Rally’s?”

The cravings have officially kicked in (finally). But of course, it’s at the least convenient of times.

“Woman, it is 1 in the morning...”

“Yes, and I want Rally’s.”

You give Steve a light thunk on his fluffy head.

Now that you two live together, sleeping in the same bed was bound to happen eventually. But it is the least of your concerns. In a world where people go ‘ghost’ after getting what they want, laying your head down in the same bed as Steve is the farthest thing from intimacy. You’re also afraid of the dark, and being in his light calms your nerves.

Except for tonight. Where the only thing that’ll calm those nerves is a Wild West burger and some fries.

Steve huffs, clearly too tired to argue with your hungry ass. But also, you’re the mother of his child. You have the hardest job, and having a late night snack when you felt like it is the bare minimum of what you deserve.

“Let’s go.”

You smirk to yourself as you dance your way out of bed. Anything Baby Mama wants, Baby Mama gets.

Rally’s sure did the trick. When you and Steve return, you find yourself skipping back to the bedroom while Harrington fights to urge to plop onto the floor right by the entry way, his body’s natural response to a food coma, and the state of lethargy he was in from being stirred awake.

But as much as he valued his beauty sleep, he knows deep down he’d still do it again for you. Your little food dance was also pretty damn cute, anyways.

———

THE NEXT WEEK

You and Steve have been ordering way too much takeout. So tonight you decide to surprise him with a home-cooked meal. So while he’s at work, you’re searching Pinterest for healthy, savory dishes to cook. Chinese food it is. One can never go wrong with some chicken fried rice.

Steve comes home right when you finish.

“Oh my god,” Steve gawks as he enters the kitchen. “What smells so damn good?”

“I made dinner,” you smile gleefully, and with pride. “I have so much energy second trimester it’s insane. Hope you like Chinese.”

Steve slows down. Glancing around the chaotic kitchen, he takes in the array of sauces, the cutting board, and the multiple plates and bowls that most likely harbored the. Then he looks at you — a sweaty mess with stains on her apron from all the rice tossing. And he can tell, by your slightly labored breathing, that you’re gathering up all the energy you possibly can to powerwash all the dishes.

“You…made this for me?”

“Yeah! For us, actually. And the baby. I hope you’re okay with onions and scallions.”

“Y-yeah, I’m fine with those,” he insists. “It’s just that…I have a date tonight.”

Suddenly the pots and pans feel so much heavier. The air, hotter. The onions, stronger judging by how tears start pooling at the base of your eyes. At least you want to blame it on those.

“Oh,” you sniff.

“I’m so sorry, Honey. I should’ve told you so you didn’t have to go out of your way.”

“It’s fine.”

Why do you feel this way? It’s not like you two are together anyway. This pregnancy is a partnership… platonic with a capital P. So why are you upset? And more importantly, why are you jealous?

“I-I’m sorry…” Steve panics. “I-it’s just that we’ve been getting takeout all week and I thought it’d be the same toni-”

“It’s okay, Steve.”

“That came out so bad, I…”

“I know what you mean,” you shake your head shutting him down immediately. “Have fun tonight, okay?”

“You’re crying…”

“I was chopping onions,” you point out.

You nod to the bag of onions that were yet to be put away. There was a lot left to be put away actually, and you were kind of hoping Steve would help. But clearly he’s a busy man.

“And it’s probably just the stupid pregnancy hormones too,” you add.

“They’re NOT stupid,” Steve insists. “And you just said you have so much energy. You were bursting with light just a moment ago…before I killed it.”

“Have fun tonight, Steve,” you repeat.

You head over to the wok and scoop out a serving for two: one serving for you, and one for the baby. Dad will get the leftovers, you suppose.

Steve watches you intently. You can feel his stare even with your back turned. Suddenly, you hear the faint dial tone of his cell phone ringing a couple of times before someone answers.

“Hey…Lacey, I can’t come tonight,” Steve sighs. “I’m really sorry for being so last minute. A family emergency came up.”

You look back over at him. He makes sure to look you in the eyes as he says ‘family’.

The two of them talk some more before Steve hangs up the phone. Awkwardly now, you chew softly at the rice you made.

“Well she definitely hates me,” Steve chuckles. “But I don’t care.”

“Steve…” you speak. “You didn’t have to.”

“You’re carrying my kid,” Steve looks at you with glimmering eyes. “I can’t be running through the town in the arms of another woman. This pregnancy is a team effort.”

He glides over you and stops right where your hips meet. You timidly manage to look up at him, tear-jerked, all sweaty, and very very pregnant. And after Steve tucks a loose strand of hair behind the blushing cartilage of your ear, he presses his tender lips against your forehead.

“For the baby,” he whispers to you.

“For the baby,” you repeat after him.

The day is here.

The gender reveal, that is. You didn’t expect finding out something as simple as having a boy or girl was going to be this nerve wracking. And to think some people do this in front of a huge audience.

“Okay…” you exhale unevenly. “You ready?”

“Only if you are,” Steve nods, but his trembling hands betray him.

“Hand me a glass.”

Steve hands you one of the two wine glasses you brought for the intimate picnic you had planned for today. On the count of three, you two were to dig those very glasses into the cake and scoop out the long awaited answer.

SWEET CHILD O MINE, the cake reads. Boy or girl?

Henry and Eddie settled for a Rock-N-Roll inspired cake, with self-indulgent black and red buttercream on the outside, and the pre-determined blue or pink on the inside. You were afraid that it was going to be a little too edgy for Steve, but he assures you the aesthetic of a cake is the least of his priorities.

Drawing out an uneven breath now, you decide to start counting down.

“One…” you gulp.

“Two…” Steve joins in.

But you can't bring yourself to say ‘three’. Shutting your eyes closed in a bout of nervousness, you mutter softly,

"Two and a half..."

It earns you a chuckle from Steve. Knowing just how to calm you down, like he had been doing all pregnancy, he offers you his available hand to squeeze if you needed.

“Three!” you two finally say together.

Plunging your wine glasses into the cake, you and Steve gather one big scoop each while your eyes drift elsewhere.

“I can’t look,” you choke, sniffing back a tear or two.

“I can’t either,” Steve exhales, evidently nervous. “You can look first though.”

“No, I’ll look when you do.”

You’re met with messy dough and frosting in the glass at first. But after trailing after the inside part of the cake, you catch sight of the fluffy frosting that was buried beneath. A bright, eye-catching, pastel....

...cerulean blue. A baby boy.

“Oh…my…god,” your hand trembles in complete shock. “It’s a boy…”

“Oh my god, baby!” Steve sniffs going in to hug you. “We’re having a boy…”

And then it happens. Unable to contain himself from his joy any longer, Steve cups your face with his frosting-laced fingers, connecting his lips passionately to yours, and you with him.

It’s the best day of Steve’s life. You are the reason that he gets to live out his dream of becoming a dad. And now that you two are having a son, all he can imagine is teaching the kid how to throw a football in the backyard, signing him up for T-Ball and Boy Scouts (just like his dad once did with him), and taking him and his buddies out on silly, fun-filled rag-tag group adventures.

And knowing how strange and daunting the world can be, Steve already maps out how to raise your child morally, encouraging him to always treat others with kindness, to be a friend to all, to always lend a helping hand whenever the situation calls on it. And to respect women…because after all, everybody came from one. And Steve knows that he struck gold, considering the fact that he views you as an absolute queen.

You kiss King Steve back, humming in awe because of how natural his energy feels against yours.

It all feels very natural. Makes you feel like you’ve known him your entire life.

Your eyes widen in shock as you two look at each other, both stunned that a kiss was both of your initial, seemingly ‘platonic’, response to the news.

"Is it just me or is it just now hitting?" Steve questions. "We're having a kid together."

"It's just now hitting me too," you agree, the double meaning tugging aggressively at your heartstrings. "We're really doing this, Stevie."

“Our son.”

———

“What happens when one of us finds somebody?”

It’s a talk you and Steve were due for eventually. But Steve is just as unsure, looking over at your pregnant silhouette standing at the foot of the doorway.

But with how beautiful you looked standing at the doorway, your silk, maternity night gown hugging all the beautiful curves of your body while you rubbed your belly that housed your very active kicker, Steve wasn’t even sure if he’d ever want to find somebody else.

“We’ll cross that bridge when we get there,” he ends up saying.

He makes his way over to you, wrapping his gentle arms around your waistline, emitting his ever-growing love for you and the baby you two share.

“But if one thing's for sure, it's our son. Baby Harrington first. Before anything.”

“Baby before anything," you repeat the promise.

Steve’s lips graze your skin once again, an invitation and incentive to join him in bed — nuzzled up in the sheets and his warmth — so the two of you can soak in all the rest you possibly can before Baby Boy makes his entrance into the world.

Some bridges aren’t meant for crossing. Sometimes settling is the best option. And you don’t mind settling down. Because here, in Steve’s arms, it feels like home.

WEEK 38

An involuntary rush in your lower extremity stirs you awake. When you feel around to push the sheets aside and hobble to the bathroom, you’re stunned to discover your nightgown had become a raft, and that you’re laying atop your own unscented secretions. And you know it’s not piss. So if you didn’t pee…

Oh no, it’s happening.

You begin to panic.

“Steve!” you hiss, sitting up and pushing your partner awake. “HEY! Harrington!”

“Huh?” Steve mumbles, still half asleep.

“Get the hospital bag.”

“What?”

“Get the hospital bag, dingus. My water just broke.”

He shoots up. Still relatively disoriented, but now also horrified.

“W-what? Are you sure?! Does this… A-are you about to…”

“Yes! Grab the bag and start the car. He’s coming RIGHT NOW.”

While you slowly sit up to get your shoes and a robe on, Steve scurries to the car with your overnight L&D bag and purse in his arms. You reach over to grab your phone and charger, dialing up Eddie in the process.

It rings for a long time before he picks up.

“Honey, it’s 4 AM, what do you want?” Eddie grumbles.

“It’s time, Eds,” you sniff happily. “The baby is coming.”

The line is silent for a couple seconds, and for a while it’s like you can hear Eddie connecting the dots in his head. Alas, he speaks.

“HO-LY SHIT!”

*Click*. The line disconnects.

Steve holds your hand through it all. From checking into Labor and Delivery, to moving to your room, to breathing exercises with your bedside doula, check-ins with your midwife, and throughout the entire birthing process.

Not only is he nervous out of his mind, but he thinks you’re so beautiful.

"You know," Steve says in attempts to soothe you. "When I came out the womb, the nurse yelled "Oh my gosh! That's a lot of hair on a baby!"

You're too fixated on your breathing exercises to fully appreciate Steve's story. But you understand his sweet gesture, so you stroke his thumb with your thumb to let him know you're listening.

“I guess I had double the amount of hair than a usual newborn,” he continues. “And all the nurses were crowding around to get a good— OW OW OW! Watch the hand, watch the hand.”

The sudden level 9 contraction that shot through your entire stomach, causing you to scream in agony and beg for the epidural.

"JESUS, FUCK GET THIS BABY OUT OF ME!" you plead desperately.

Steve kisses you softly on the forehead before going in to stroke your, very sweaty, hair. He was not going to leave your side. Not now, not ever. This baby — and you — are the best things to ever happen to him.

Thanks to yours and Steve's mindful prep, the birthing process was a smooth one compared to others.

But still pretty painful, nonetheless. For you, for Steve, for everybody involved.

"Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit," Eddie sputters as he and Henry rush onto the unit with the baby's carseat and other miscellaneous belongings in their hands. "It's happening, it's happening. He's almost here!"

"I wonder," Henry pants, doing his best to keep up with his boyfriend. "If she experienced the Ring of Fire yet."

"What's the Ring of Fire?" Eddie questions him.

"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" your tumultuous screams sound down the hall directly from your room. Anyone would've thought someone was getting murdered in there, had it not been a hospital unit strictly for childbirth.

"That," Henry answers him.

---

"You're almost there, baby," Steve encourages you. "Keep pushing."

The epidural had finally kicked in and now all you had to focus on was pushing.

“I see the head, Mama,” your midwife announces, rubbing your knee as you’re struggling to push. “Keep going, keep going! Couple more for me.”

“FUCK!” you cry out doing your best to contract those muscles.

“There we go…” Steve soothes you as he strokes your hair. “Doing AMAZING, baby. That’s it…”

He strokes your thumb with his, a helpless look in his eyes as he watches you struggle. It’s clear that Steve doesn’t know what else he could possibly do for you, but he attempts to mask that belief. He couldn’t wait to spoil you afterwards. It’s what you deserve.

“Few more pushes, Honey,” your nurse says again. “He’s almost out. We got his shoulders now.”

“Oh god I’m gonna faint,” Steve says, evidently growing dizzy.

“Can someone get a wet towel for Dad?!” another nurse calls out. “And maybe some juice?”

“PUSH, PUSH!”

“PUSH, Honey!”

“ALMOST THERE, MAMA!”

“I can’t,” you cry out. “I can’t anymore.”

“You can do it, baby,” Steve encourages you, pelting the back of your hand with endearing kisses. “You’re doing such a good job, I’m so proud of you…”

Before you know it, the air of the hospital room fills with tiny belted cries, followed by relieved and adorn coos as the nurse catches your baby.

“0507, time of birth!"

“Oh my god,” Steve wails in excitement. “Oh my god, he’s here he’s out. We have a baby! You did it, Honey!”

Too exhausted to say anything you simply fall back, taking a few deep breaths in relief. It’s over, the baby is here. And he is healthy.

You feel a sloppy kiss land on your cheek. Steve ruffles your hair when you look his way.

“You did it, Honey.”

Everything happens so fast after that.

From what you hear, Steve was the one who cut the umbilical cord — and he was very adamant about having the pictures to prove it. The baby was then weighed and bathed, all the hospital data was gathered with permission granted by Steve.

And soon, after an eternity, your son is swaddled and soon returned back to you and ‘Dad’.

"Oh wow!" a nurse remarks. "This baby has a whole lotta hair!"

You and Steve immediately look to each other and burst out laughing. Just like his Daddy...

———

“How does that feel, Steve?” you ask him, eyes fixated on the absolute DILF in front of you.

“Amazing,” he coos. “I’m the luckiest man in the world.”

When all needs were attended to, it was finally time for ‘skin to skin’. You didn’t think it’d be possible to be both sexy and wholesome at the same time — until you saw Steve cradling your newborn, pressing him tenderly against his exposed chest so that their hearts can beat as one.

“Hi little man,” he sniffs. “I’m your daddy.”

A single tear falls from his face and splashes onto the blanket that your son was cocooned in. Steve pulls him in closer and kisses him softly on the forehead.

“I’m your daddy,” he repeats.

It’s everything he’s ever wanted. Steve’s legacy is about to begin and it’s all thanks to you. And from your hospital bed as you recover, you are able to snap some pictures of the two loves of your life, the first photos of many, of the family photo albums.

“Ugh, when did Steve get so hairy?” Lucas wonders as he sneaks a gaze into the hospital room.

“Right?” Dustin agrees, joining him beside the doorway. “I told him he needs to tame that jungle but he claims the ladies dig it.”

“I mean, look at Honey,” Lucas points out. She seems to like it and Steve knocked her up.”

“True but it wasn’t organic, you idiot,” Max mutters.

Love pours in from every wing of the unit. Soon all your family and friends start to arrive, as well as Steve’s family and friends. You’re spoiled with ‘congratulations’ signs, and postpartum care packages, and an array of foods that you couldn’t eat while pregnant (i.e. sushi, deli sandwiches).

And with your approval, Steve comes out of the hospital room, ready — and proud — to showcase your baby to the entire world.

“Everyone, there’s someone we’d like for you to meet,” Steve says, keeping his voice at a low murmur. “This is Benjamin Dean Harrington. Benny for short.”

You and Steve end up taking parental leave at the same time.

Your entire day-to-day consists of loving on and spending quality time with Benny. The diaper changes, the cuddles, the nursery rhymes, and everything in between. It’s impossible to think you’ll ever get tired of it. You and Steve have officially transitioned to Mom & Dad Mode.

Until Benny goes to sleep.

As the golden sun peaks in through the cream colored blinds, you feel Steve’s hand trail down your back and down to your ass to grab it. Releasing a soft moan, you lean into his touch, shifting your weight to one side of the mattress.

“Baby…” he moans into you.

“Should we?” your eyes twinkle. “The baby’s asleep…”

He chuckles into your neck, raspy voice sure to be the end of you if he kept teasing you any longer.

“‘m scared I’ll hurt you.”

“I’ll let you know,” you barter. “I feel ready.”

———

“Fuck, right there, Steve…”

You grip the sheets tightly as Steve rolls his hips into you, his strokes a delicious mix of pleasure and a challenging stretch. And as you bite into your pillow, your eyes rolling up towards the sky, he maintains the pace you love so much, drilling you in, simultaneously massaging your clit while his quenched lips tenderly suction themselves to the crook of you neck.

It’s your first time together, but it feels like you two have done this before. Your bodies are naturally in sync, knowing where your boundaries lie without needing any cues, and knowing exactly how far you both can take it. Daddy Steve, being the gentleman he is, has your entire body mapped out.

“God I love it,” your overstimulated self whimpers, chest to your chin, ankles dangling off of Steve’s broad shoulders as he rails you.

“Oh, I bet you do, Honey.”

His large hand encloses around your neck, thumb hovering over your lips as he fawns over your mewling, vulnerable body.

“You want my cum, baby?” Steve asks. “Want me to fill you to the brim huh? You wanna have my babies?”

“Yes, I want your babies, Steve,” you moan. “Want all of them.”

And as an orgasm spills out of you, Steve’s spills in, coating you with his warm release as you both unravel in the sheets.

“Holy shit, that felt so good,” you whisper, nuzzling your head against his chest. Steve grins from ear to ear when you kiss him on the chin. “Thank you for making me feel so safe and loved.”

“Well when you’re you Honey, you make it so easy,” he blushes.

Steve rests his hands on your ass again, giving it a faint smack. You bite your lip as he pulls you even closer to him. And as the sun sets, you know round two is on the horizon.

“Anyways, when ARE we having another one?”

———

author’s note: i’m noticing some themes with the way i write eddie smut vs steve smut. i totally write eddie as a rough dom and steve is def a soft dom. not complaining tho, those are my headcannons for them 🤭

divider creds: @silkholland , @elfbar-baby

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mamaestapa · 9 months

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blurb night request: joe being away and missing his baby

Missing the Baby Bliss|| Joe Burrow x reader

•pairing: Joe Burrow x reader

•summary: Joe misses his girls during an away game

•warnings: mentions of pregnancy, babies, sad joe, crying, some angst and some fluff

"I know Josie, It's OK sweetie," you cooed softly as you tried to sooth the wailing newborn in your arms. "I miss daddy too." You gently rocked your daughter as you sat down in the rocking chair in her nursery.

Tomorrow was the day of the AFC Championship. Joe tried to stay home and be with you and your week old baby girl, but you insisted that you'd be fine without him for a few days. The city of Cincinnati and Bengals fans all over the country needed him in Arrowhead this weekend.

Joe's departure to Kansas City was a little rough for all three of you. Many tears were shed, mostly from Joe. He didn't want to leave his daughter so soon, but most of all, he didn't want to leave you. Even though you weren't having any problems, Joe knew how hard postpartum can be. He wanted to be there with you, by your side, every step of the way in case you needed something. It took a lot of reassurance from you, but you were able to convince Joe to get on the plane with the rest of his team.

The last words you said to your husband before he got on the plane were: “Go win your girls an AFC championship."

And that's just what Joe planned on doing. Winning the game for his girls.

Josie continued to wail as you rocked her. You frowned deeply at the sound of your babys cries. It always hurt your heart when Josie wailed like this. Nothing seemed to calm the baby girl when she got like this, nothing except for being skin to skin with her father. Which unfortunately for the both of you, wasn't possible right now. Josie has always been a daddy's girl. Even when she was in your belly she was a daddy's girl. Since she started kicking in the womb, Joe has always been able to calm her in ways that you couldn't. That sweet little girl had her daddy completely wrapped around her finger, and both you and Joe loved it.

You started to gently pat Josie's back as you rocked her against your chest. It took a couple minutes, but between the rocking, gentle patting, and your soothing heartbeat, your baby girls wails eventually stopped. You smiled contently and laid you head against the back of the rocking chair. As soon as you closed your eyes, your phone started going off. You opened your eyes and sat up slightly, cooing softly at the baby on your chest, careful not to disturb her. Josie let out a few grunts and baby noises as you repositioned her so that you could grab your phone. Joe's name flash across the screen, trying to FaceTime you. You smiled as you clicked the green accept button. The call started and Joe's face appeared on the screen. A soft smile was on his face as he looked at you holding his daughter against your chest.

"Hi Joe." you said, smiling softly at your husband. "Hi baby," he replied, his smile matching yours, "How you holding up?"

"Good. We had a little moment a few minutes ago, but she's all good now." You brought the phone up to your chest, angling it enough for Joe to get a good look at his beautiful baby girl. "I think she just misses her daddy." You said softly, keeping the camera on Josie. Joe stayed silent on the other line as he just looked at Josie. He missed her so much. It broke his heart being away from the two of you, even if it was just for a couple days.

"I miss her too." Joe said, his voice quiet as he spoke. You could tell he was trying to hold back his emotions. You looked at Joe on the phone, a frown on your face as you noticed the tears threatening to fall from his blue eyes. He sniffed softly as he brought his hands up to his eyes, wiping away the unshed tears. You watched a tear fall down his cheek as Josie started to make those sweet newborn noises that never failed to warm both yours and Joe's hearts.

"Awe, Joe," you said in a sympathetic tone, "It's OK." Joe nodded as he sniffled again, "I know. It's just hard to be away from both of you right now. I don't want to miss anything, y'know?"

"I promise you won't miss anything, Joey." You assured, "She'll still be this tiny by the time you come back home."

Joe smiled softly at your words before taking a minute to compose himself. You moved the phone so that both you and Josie were in the frame for Joe to see. He sighed softly, a slight waver in his tone as he spoke.

"I wish you were here, sweetheart."

You smiled sadly at your husbands words, "I wish we were there too. But we'll be cheering you on from home all day tomorrow."

As much as you and Joe both wanted you to be at Arrowhead for the game, the two of you know it's best for you and your daughter to stay home. The fans can be ruthless sometimes, plus, you weren't ready to take your newborn baby into a public setting like that quite yet. So it was best for you and Josie to be home, despite how much it hurt Joe's heart to leave his girls behind in Cincinnati.

"Promise me you'll send lots of pictures?" Joe asked, keeping his eyes on his baby girl that was sound asleep on your chest. You nodded, smiling warmly at Joe, "I promise."

"Good," Joe said, sounding happy with your answer. He glanced at a clock and let out a soft sigh as he looked back at his phone. "I'm sure you're tired, so I'll let you go."

"Okay," you said, voice quiet so you wouldn't wake your daughter, "I'll talk to you tomorrow if you have time."

"I always have time for you, Y/n."

You blushed at his words, a grin on your face as you said goodbye to your husband. You brought the phone back down to Josie one last time before you hung up.

"We love you so much daddy."

Joe smiled warmly, "And I love you girls, so much. I'll talk to you tomorrow. Bye Y/n," his voice went up an octave before he continued, "Bye Josie girl."

With that, you and Joe waved goodbye before hanging up at the same time.

As much as Joe missed the baby bliss, he couldn't wait to go win the championship for his two favorite girls.

hi loves!!

i thought this one was sweet. imagine joe with a newborn just makes me 🥹🥹

hope you’re all still up for a lot more dad joe blurbs tonight! also, if you’d like to be on the taglist, let me know. i’ll add anyone at anytime! :)

also i appreciate all of you that have kept me updated on the game tonight since i can’t watch it. you are all the BEST!🤍🤍

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dragonflavoredcake · 1 year

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Mumbo, eating a blueberry waffle: These are really good Grian, eating a chocolate chip waffle: I know, right? Mumbo: I didn't even know you had a waffle iron! Grian: Oh, I didn't make these. Mumbo: Really? Then who did? Grian: Joe Mama. Mumbo: Grian: Mumbo: Grian: Joe came by with a frilly pink "MOM" apron and a giant plate full of waffles. I decided not to ask questions

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rocknrollbabe14 · 2 years

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Sugar, Spice, and Everything Nice (Joseph X Reader) REQUEST

Rating: 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

Warnings: Joseph fluff in the beginning, mentions of being self-conscious, hormonal, mentions of pregnancy, morning sickness, self-consciousness, body changes, SMUT AT THE END.

@josephs-quinns

You looked in the mirror taking a last glance at yourself in your pink dress that really accentuated your growing baby bump. It looked like your stomach had ballooned overnight. You rubbed your hand over your belly easily, feeling your baby girl laying on your right side as usual.

“Love, are you ready? Everyone’s going to be waiting on us.”, you heard the voice of your husband, Joseph calling out from the bedroom.

“Babe, my bump is huge.”, you sighed in the mirror as you pulled your dress tight around your bump.

Joseph came in the bathroom. “Baby, you’re pregnant with my baby. Your belly is supposed to get bigger.”, he chuckled.

“Yeah but this big? Like overnight?”, you asked, rubbing your bump.

He chuckled again. “Baby, you're only six months. We have three more to go.”

You groaned and rolled your eyes as you walked out of the bathroom, your hormones in full effect.

Joseph was dressed in a blue suit. He looked very dapper and attractive. It was obvious how you’d ended up pregnant. The thought made you smile and chuckle even though you felt like a cow.

He followed you out to the bedroom. “Baby, you’re beautiful.”

You rolled your eyes easily again. “I don’t feel it.”

“You are, baby. So beautiful and cute with your little baby bump.”, he smiled as he placed his hand on your bump, rubbing it as he leaned in for a kiss,

As soon as Joseph touched your belly, your baby girl started doing somersaults. He smirked, bending down to eye level with your bump. You smiled down at him. You couldn’t be mad at that face and how cute he was being towards you and your growing bump.

“Are you giving mommy a hard time?”, he whispered to your bump, rubbing it easily before kissing it.

You felt her move under Joe’s touch, calming down slightly. She would move for you too when you were home and sitting on the couch, relaxing. Or while you were in bed waiting on Joe to finish his nightly routine. Even when you were trying to fall asleep. But there was just a difference when Joseph rubbed your belly. She knew the difference.

“Be easy on mommy today. For daddy.”, he smiled up at you before kissing your bump again and getting up from his knee.

He put his hand on the small of your back as you grabbed your small purse while he grabbed the car keys. You all made your way downstairs and out the door. The car ride was uneventful but cute. Joseph sang along to pop hits on the radio, trying to make you laugh or smile. He succeeded. He rested one hand on your bump, alternating between your bump and thigh.

You had no clue when those two pink lines popped up that it would be like this. You and Joe hadn’t been married a long time when you found out you were pregnant. You were never scared to tell Joseph you were pregnant. Just nervous. However, he was over the moon when you told him he was going to be a father. He handled it amazingly. You, on the other hand, were a little worried. Joseph was super reassuring, one of the qualities you loved about him.

Your pregnancy went well other than your extreme morning sickness. For a few days, you couldn’t even get out of bed. You lived on saltines and sips of water. Joseph was very worried and asked you if you would be willing to go to the hospital. You agreed reluctantly. Part of you felt dumb for going to the hospital for something like vomiting.

The ER doctor was super nice, telling Joseph he had done the right thing by bringing you. They held you for the night. The doctor ordered you IV Zofran and Compazine while giving you two bags of fluids—saying you were becoming severely dehydrated. You were finally able to tolerate food. They sent you home with Zofran pills, which your OB renewed your prescription for.

“She’s so active.”, you eyed Joseph as you repositioned yourself easily in the car seat.

He smirked. “She knows today is all about her.”

You smiled back at him easily. His brown eyes were full of love and excitement. He really wanted this. He was already an amazing father. You all pulled into the venue where Joseph’s friends and co-stars from Stranger Things were throwing you a baby shower. It was very sweet of them. They didn’t know just how much it meant to you.

Joseph helped you out of the vehicle and put his hand back on the small of your back as you entered the venue. He had done that since you all had been together. He was so protective of you and the baby. Especially if the paparazzi or fans saw you both out. He would put his arm out in front of your bump and his other would help move you along, keeping his hand on the small of your back as you both waded through the crowds of people. It was a bit overwhelming for you at first but he helped you through it.

You all barely cleared the door when Maya ran up to you both.

“Oh my God. Where have you been?” Look, your bump’s gotten so big. It’s so adorable on you.”, Maya smiled at you as she embraced you as best as she could with your bump before pulling away, continuing to admire your bump and how much it had changed.

You eyed Joe playfully as if to say ‘I told you so’.

“Can I feel her?”, Maya smiled excitedly.

You nodded. “Of course.”

You had barely had a chance to admire anything else. You watched for Maya’s reaction as she felt around on your belly. Her eyes finally lit up like a Christmas tree as you felt your baby girl move.

“Oh my God!”

Joseph smirked over at you as you smiled back at him brightly.

Maya smiled up at you again. “That’s so amazing.”

You smiled as she hugged you one more time before hugging Joseph. Everyone else was excited to see you all as you both took in the beautiful pink baby shower decorations. It was obvious that they had worked really hard to decorate the venue and it looked like they had hired professional party planners.

“Like it?”, Gaten smiled as you both were in complete awe that they’d do this to celebrate your baby girl.

“We love it.”, Joseph smiled, taking the words out of your mouth.

“It’s so sweet of you all.”, you felt the tears forming in your eyes.

There went your hormones again. Joseph rubbed your back easily, comforting you.

“Did I say something wrong?”, Gaten asked easily, visibly concerned.

“No it’s her hormones, isn’t it baby?”, Joe answered for you before he kissed your cheek.

You nodded as he pulled you into his arms. You hated to cry at such a happy, joyous event celebrating your baby girl. But it wasn’t that you were sad—so far from sad. You were just so overwhelmed that Joseph’s friends and co-stars thought enough of you and your baby girl to do this.

Natalia came up to help Gaten out.

“We all love you and Joe.”, Natalia smiled as she hugged you.

“You guys didn’t have to do all this.”, you sniffled.

Natalia pulled away, her hands resting on your shoulders as she eyed you. “It’s really nothing. We just wanted to do this for our friends.”

Natalia eyed your bump easily, beginning to talk to you about what had been going on in your pregnancy as Charlie Heaton came up and began congratulating Joe, giving him a pat on the back before they shared a hug.

“So hard to believe that you’re going to be a dad.”, Charlie chuckled to Joe.

“I know. I’m so ready.”, Joe smiled, shoving his hands in his pockets.

He was all giddy and it was so cute. You held Joe’s hand as you worked your way around the room, talking to everyone and using this as an opportunity to catch up. Jamie and Jess were there, patiently waiting their turn to get to speak to you both. You both saw them quite often as you double-dated a lot. Jamie and Joseph were very close. You were glad to see them among your all’s guest list.

“So glad that you both made it to your baby shower, darlings.”, Jamie smirked as he and Joseph hugged.

“Look at your bump.”, Jess smiled as you both hugged.

“Yeah, it kinda got this way literally overnight.”, you sighed as you placed your hand on your bump.

“It’s so cute.”, Jess beamed.

“See? Told you.”, Joseph playfully stuck his tongue out.

You rolled your eyes at him playfully, causing Jess to laugh.

“You look beautiful, darling. Just simply glowing.”, Jamie said as he hugged you.

Joseph hugged Jess in turn as you all continued to talk about the latest that was going on in your lives. Natalia and Maya soon grabbed everyone’s attention, beginning the baby shower festivities.

“Hello, all. We are here to celebrate Joseph and Y/N’s baby girl. So to begin we are going to start with some games.”

Excitement filled the room. You and Joseph smiled at one another as the games began. The first game was one where the guests guessed the prices of everyday baby items. Jamie, ironically, ended up winning. Jess pouted playfully, telling him he was just a good guesser. Natalia and Maya also lined up a baby word scramble. Gaten won that one, completing it the fastest and guessing all the words. It caused Joseph to laugh. Next, the guests cut a string to guess how big your bump was.

Once the games were completed, everyone was in a good mood. Chatter filled the room, and everyone was upbeat and happy to be there. Maya announced next everyone would eat. There were three tables filled with food and drinks including punch. So much food. You hoped your baby girl would cooperate and let you eat today. You still battled occasional nausea and vomiting, but it became dramatically better as your pregnancy progressed. There were finger foods such as chicken salad croissants, ham and cheese sliders, turkey and cheese pinwheels, potato salad, macaroni salad, pasta salad, rolls, and chips, along with cupcakes and a two-tiered pink and white cake.

It was more than you could have ever asked for or expected. Natalia let you and Joseph go first. You decided on some chicken salad croissants with some macaroni salad. Joseph poured your drink for you as you both walked over to the table. He grabbed your chair, pulling it out for you before kissing your cheek. You smiled, scooting yourself up as much as you could without your belly touching the table. You took a sip of your drink as Joseph sat down beside of you.

Everyone worked their way through the line, Gaten coming over to the table where you and Joseph sat.

“Hey, guys. I’m sorry I made you cry earlier, Y/N.”, Gaten sighed easily as he sat down.

“It wasn’t sad tears.”, you defended with a smile.

“I know but I’m just not used to women crying.”, Gaten chuckled lightly.

“Well, you’ll find out one day. They cry during their monthly and when they’re pregnant.”, Joe chuckled, gaining a glare from you.

“Well, sorry your daughter makes me cry and crave crazy things.”

He smirked, taking a drink. “I love it, baby. I mean I don’t love seeing you cry but I love that you’re having my baby.”

You smirked as you took a bite of food.

Gaten eyed you both easily, being humorous. “Women sound complicated.”

Joseph chuckled, a smile spreading across his lips. Gaten was becoming older, turning twenty. But to Joseph, he was still young. Both Joseph and Joe Kerry acted as a mentor to him. Joseph hadn’t known him as long since he had just become part of Stranger Things during season four as Eddie Munson. Eddie’s death severely impacted Joseph. Gaten played Dustin who struck up an unsuspecting friendship with Eddie “the freak” Munson. You had watched the show and even you cried when Eddie died in Dustin’s arms.

“I’ve missed you, Gaten.”, Joseph said quietly.

“I’ve missed you, Joe.”

They had a full-on brotherly moment. It was super cute, causing the entire room to awe and clap. A reunion worth seeing. Gaten and Joseph caught up while you all continued to eat, being sure to include you in their conversation. Once everyone was almost done eating, Natalia announced you all would be opening gifts before having dessert. It made you nervous to be the center of attention. Even at your wedding, it was hard to have all eyes on you.

However, on your wedding day, you felt beautiful and confident. Today, you felt huge and self-conscious. Maya smiled as she sat two chairs in the front of the room, before slipping a mother-to-be sash on you and pinning a father-to-be ribbon on Joseph. Maya and Natalia took turns bringing gifts to the front for you both to open while they admired you all opening the gifts.

“This is from Jamie and Jess. Thank you all so much.”, Joseph began as he helped you open the present.

You took the tissue paper out of the huge pink bag, tossing it to the side. You all hadn’t asked for anything big. Joseph’s mom and dad promised to get the crib and bassinet. You gasped happily as you pulled out a pink onesie that had the name of your baby girl on it—saying Hello I’m Amelia Wrenley with matching little pants and a headband. It would be a perfect coming-home outfit. Jess smiled at Jamie, knowing they had done well with her help, of course. You then pulled out a pink, mink blanket with her name on it. Joseph thought that was the most adorable thing he’d ever seen.

Truthfully, it made him dream that much more about bringing his baby girl home. He couldn’t wait to have both of his girls together.

“You guys didn’t have to do that.”, you smiled at them as Jess ran up to hug you again. “We’re definitely bringing her home in this.”

Continuing to open, presents you became more emotional—fighting to hold your hormones back. You were doing a good job, managing not to cry. Occasionally, Joseph would rub your back, aiding in keeping you from crying. Natalia and Charlie got you all a Lily Pulitzer crib bed set that came with sheets and a baby quilt. Along with some onesies and pacifiers. Joe Kerry and his girlfriend got you a playpen and some bottles. Finn got some outfits with the help of his mom, unsure what to get a baby.

It caused you and Joe both to laugh. Maya got you a bathtub along with a bath set for the baby. Everything you all received, you were very thankful and appreciative for. You were excited about dessert, you weren’t going to lie. You were practically craving it—oh the joys of pregnancy.

The evening concluded as Joseph loaded everything into your all’s SUV. You were saying goodbye to everyone, thanking them one last time for everything they had done, giving them hugs, and letting them feel the baby again. Joseph closed the hatch and took his turn thanking everyone and telling them goodbye, saving Jamie and Gaten for last. You watched their interaction, sure it was going to be adorable.

“You’re gonna be a great dad, Joseph.”, Gaten smiled.

“You think so?”, Joseph smiled easily.

“I know so.”

Joseph immediately took Gaten into an embrace, almost mirroring the exact hug Eddie had shared with Dustin. Jamie smiled, admiring their friendship. It was sweet, you had to agree.

“You definitely will, Joe.”, Jamie agreed.

You knew this made Joseph swell with pride. You knew he was going to be an amazing father. He was an amazing husband, the absolute best. He was there for you no matter what you were going through.

You all pulled into your driveway. You made a small noise as your baby girl punched into your ribs.

“Love, are you okay?”, Joseph asked as he shifted into park.

“Amelia just kicked my ribs.”, you breathed, rubbing your belly easily, trying to get her out of that spot.

Joseph smirked, shutting the car off before kissing your cheek sympathetically. “Maybe she’ll settle down now that we’re home.”

“Maybe.”, you sighed.

Joseph got out of the driver’s side and came over, opening your door before helping you out of the vehicle. Your belly made everything so much more awkward. You and Joseph decided to unload the car tomorrow. Joseph knew you were exhausted. It was written all over your face. You all bypassed any other part of your house, shooting straight for the stairs that led to your bedroom. Joseph flipped on the bedroom lights as you eyed yourself in your full-length mirror.

“Babe, can you help me unzip my dress?”, you asked easily.

“Of course, love.”, Joe smiled as he reached for the zipper.

You watched him in the mirror, smiling as you felt him undo your zipper, sliding it easily. A major part of you felt relief as the dress fell off your chest, finally letting you breathe a little. Between eating and growing a baby, that didn’t leave much room for you to be comfortable. A sigh of relief escaped your lips.

“Thanks, Joe.”, you smiled.

“You’re welcome, baby.”

Joseph began taking his suit jacket off, giving you time to finish undressing and decided whether you wanted to shower or not. You decided against the shower, considering you had taken one earlier this evening. Let’s face it, things were becoming harder since you were becoming more pregnant.

You stood in the mirror, taking in your new body. One you weren’t used to seeing. It hadn’t really hit you that your body was going to change this much. When you first found out you were pregnant, everything was the same. Your smaller figure hadn’t changed. Even four months in, you could barely tell you were pregnant. You had read in a pregnancy book, first-time mothers took longer to show. You imagined you had time. That it wasn’t going to happen so suddenly.

“Love, is everything okay?”, Joe asked easily, cutting on the lamp before turning the overhead light off.

Joseph was in his boxers and no t-shirt. He looked so good—so sexy, but it was hard to be in any mood the way you were feeling. All these doubts set in so fast.

“Fine.”, you responded easily, standing in front of your mirror in just your bra and panties, feeling like a beached whale.

You ran your hands over your pregnant belly, trying to see how big you really were.

Joseph wasn’t buying it. “What’s on your mind?”, he asked easily.

You sighed, grabbing your silk gown, almost ready to slide it on. “I just feel so huge. I just was thinking about how small I used to be. Like when we began dating or when we got married.”

Joseph smiled before sighing easily. “Baby, you’re still beautiful. You’re just six months pregnant. You’re not huge like you think you are.”

You sighed, undoing your bra and sliding your silk gown on suddenly to hide your bump as best it could before sitting down on the bed. “Everyone kept saying how cute and beautiful it was but I don’t feel like that. I just see how much I’ve changed.”

“Baby, it’s okay. Really. You are adorable. So cute and sexy, I promise.”

Joseph sat beside you on the bed, taking you in his arms.

“We haven’t even had sex since I’ve got bigger.”, you sighed into him.

He could absolutely have any woman he wanted. Deep down, you knew Joseph would never cheat on you—he would never dream of it. However, you couldn’t help to think about him fantasizing about the smaller girls he encountered through business—how you used to look.

“Baby—”

He didn’t get all of his sentence out before you interrupted him. “Do you even find me attractive anymore?”

Tears threatened to fall from your eyes once again.

Joseph pulled back from your all’s embrace so he could make direct eye contact with you. “Baby, I absolutely love you and find you so attractive. You’re fucking gorgeous—the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met. And I mean just knowing you’re pregnant with my baby is so sexy.”, he reassured you.

He wiped the tears that were ready to slide down your cheeks. His brown eyes were full of concern, focused on you and only you. Joseph really knew how to make you feel like you were the only girl in the world.

“Really?”

“Absolutely.”, he smiled.

You both leaned in for a kiss, him instantly requesting to deepen it. You allowed him this, holding yourself up on the bed. His hand brushed your thigh, fingertips gliding across your silky smooth skin. You let a small moan escape into his mouth. You felt his lips curve into a smile. He never broke this kiss as he took his other free hand, caressing your cheek.

You felt your arms begin to give out easily, falling back onto the bed with a soft thud. He leaned down, careful to steady himself above you, not to put a lot of pressure on your bump. You could feel his breath on you, sending chills down your spine and causing goosebumps to appear on your skin. He began placing kisses on your neck, and down your chest causing you to release a soft sigh.

He easily tugged at the bottom hem of your silk nightgown, pulling it above your thighs, passing your bump before easily lifting it over your head. He leaned up, admiring you in just your panties.

“Wow.”, he breathed.

“What?”, you asked sheepishly, instantly feeling self-conscious.

“Just admiring my beautiful wife.”

You felt your cheeks get a little hot as he grabbed the lace of your panties, beginning to slide them down your legs. “Can we get rid of these?”, he asked, lowly in a seductive voice.

You nodded as he freed them from around your ankles, tossing them on the floor. You gulped, looking up at him, wondering exactly where he was headed with this. He leaned down, continuing to kiss you before brushing his hands over your breasts, completely missing your nipples. You knew your breasts were changing, becoming heavier and larger. You suffered back aches quite frequently.

“Joe.”, you breathed, interrupting between a kiss.

“Hmmm?”, he hummed, clearly excited you were finally feeling better.

“Um, are you sure it’s still safe to have se-sex?”, you gulped.

He broke the kiss, looking down at you. “Yes, we can still find a way for you to feel comfortable while we have sex, baby.”

His words caused that feeling in the pit of your stomach to return, your stomach twisting in knots only he could undo.

“So, um, how do we do that exactly?”, you asked, nervously.

Joe chuckled easily. “Why don’t we try you riding me?”

His forwardness caused your breathing to hitch. You all usually opted for missionary, but your gynecologist advised against that so you could avoid weight on your belly.

“Okay.”, you breathed easily, looking into his brown eyes.

“Yeah, I read that in one of those pregnancy books you bought—I’ve done my research.”, he smirked.

You rolled your eyes, playfully. You were beginning to feel less self-conscious with Joseph. He had wanted to have sex with you before now, but he knew you stayed tired often. You were growing his baby and he didn’t want to make you feel pressured to have sex with him.

“That’s so sexy.”, you breathed as you shared a kiss with him.

Joe smiled as you both broke the kiss. “But first, let’s get you ready.”

You were a smidge confused about what Joseph meant by that, however, he quickly answered your question with his actions. Joseph rubbed his hand up your thighs, parting them easily. You naturally gave in to his touch, thus causing him to sigh with a smile. You felt his hand trail up your inner thigh, his pointer and middle fingers brushing your clit, begging you to let them in.

A moan escaped your lips, letting Joseph know you wanted this as much as he did. Joseph’s breathing hitched as he stuck both fingers deep inside your wet folds.

“Feel good, baby?”, he whispered.

You nodded as he continued to work his fingers in and out of you, making sure you were well-lubed up for him. Your eyes were already rolling back in your head under his touch. Your toes began to curl as you took in just how good this felt—it had been a while. You needed this.

“Joe.”, you moaned out easily.

“Yes, love?”, he groaned back, continuing to work his finger in and out of your slick folds.

You tried to remember what you were going to say as you instinctively rolled your hips against his thick fingers, feeling eager and ready for him.

“I’m ready….”, you moaned as he smirked.

In his mind, you were definitely ready. You were soaked for him.

“Are you?”, he whispered against your cheek, his breath tickling your ear.

“Mhmmm.”, you moaned.

Satisfied, his fingers left your dripping heat, causing you to whimper at the loss of contact. He admired his fingers, your wetness reflecting in the light. You laid there, chest heaving, so ready just to have sex with him. It had been too long.

Joseph laid down beside you, a gentle thud against the mattress. He instantly pulled down his boxers, allowing his cock to spring free, already visibly hard from the sight of you and his fingers being inside of you, feeling just how wet and ready for him you were. He was so happy you were ready to have sex with him. He had missed it so badly.

You gained your composure, somehow coming to your senses as you sat up in the bed. You took another deep breath as you slowly shifted to your knees, already feeling how your bump was getting in your way and making the tasks you used to be able to do easily much harder. Joseph helped you climb on top of him, his cock brushing your thigh as you tried to position yourself to be comfortable.

“Joe, are you sure you want this? I feel like my belly is in the way.”, you eyed him. “I can’t even see anything.”

Joseph smirked. “Of course, I do, baby. I’ll help guide me in.”

He took one of your hands in his before leading your hand to his cock. You instinctively wrapped your hand around him, feeling him pulse under your touch. He closed his eyes for a moment, noticeably holding back a moan. His hand guided yours, moving his cock towards your entrance, aligning it with your wet folds.

“Now just raise up for a second, baby. I’ll help ease you back down on me.”

You struggled to raise yourself up, Joe noticing. It was doable but your belly was definitely hindering sex just a little. He placed his free hand under your ass, giving you extra support until he instructed you to ease yourself back down on him, immediately feeling his cock stretching out your pussy. You whimpered, your body reminding you it had been a hot minute since you let your husband have sex with you. The feeling intensified quickly, feeling like he would split you open any second.

You bit your lip, closing your eyes. You held your breath, realizing just how good this felt—it felt so fucking good.

“Feeling comfortable, baby?”, Joe asked as a single tear slid down your flushed cheeks.

You nodded with a moan. “Yes, you were so right.”

He smirked. “Whenever you’re ready, baby.”, his hands brushed your hips—which were also visibly wider.

You steadied yourself against his chest, fingers brushing his chest. He leaned up to kiss you before you began riding him. You gulped as you began to buck your hips against him, slowly learning how to gain your rhythm with your belly in the way. However, it became easier with each buck of your hips.

Joseph threw his head back. “Feels so good, baby.”, he groaned.

“Really?”, you moaned, feeling his cock entering deep inside of you.

“Yes, really.”, he groaned again, sinking his fingertips in your hips.

You kept working on him, bucking your hips up and down. You forgot for a little bit that you were six months pregnant. This was so comfortable for you and it was so sweet that Joe worried about you being comfortable. As it went on, your abdominal muscles were beginning to burn slightly. You couldn’t catch your breath as quickly with your growing belly. You felt Joseph deep inside of you, feeling him in the bottom of your stomach.

You closed your eyes, feeling your climax approaching like a train about to go off the tracks. The warm, aching feeling returned to the pit of your stomach as it had each time you and Joseph had sex. Your release was impending. You bit back the feeling, wanting—needing to cum. The view of Joseph under you was becoming blurry as you let another moan escape your lips. He grunted as his cock thrusted into you each time, hitting just the right spot that made you forget your name.

“Joe….”, you moaned out.

“Yes, baby?”

He smiled, thoroughly enjoying this and the fact you felt so comfortable.

“I’m gonna—cu—cum.”, you moaned out.

His breathing hitched. “Cum for me, baby. Let it all out.”, he encouraged.

You bucked your hips one—two—three more times before you felt it.

“Joe…”

“Yes, baby?”, he grunted, beginning to feel your muscles clench around his cock.

“I’m gonna—cum right now.”, you hiccuped, your hips ceasing their movement and you felt yourself hit your climax head-on. You hadn’t had one in so long it caused the dizziness to set in, the feeling of the heat of your orgasm wash over your entire body.

You clenching around Joseph’s cock was all it took for him. That and the fact he had gone without it for some weeks mixed in with how much pleasure it had brought you.

“I’m cum—cumming too.”, he groaned as you felt his cock pump his cum into you.

You both eyed each other with groggy, lazy eyes. You both were trying to catch your breath. Once you felt Joseph was done, he helped ease you up and off him, allowing you to lay down in the bed beside him. You pulled the comforter over your body, eyeing the ceiling, feeling your exhaustion creeping up. Especially after the amazing sex you’d just had.

Joseph smiled, turning over to you. “Are you going to listen to me more often?”

You rolled your eyes before giggling. “Shut up.”

Joseph smiled as he stretched. “I’m gonna tell my baby girl goodnight since mommy is in a much better mood.”

You smiled at his words as he peeled the comforter back just enough to be able to access your bump. He rubbed your belly easily, causing you to close your eyes.

“Goodnight, baby girl. Daddy loves you.”, he talked to your bump, laying his head on your belly.

You smiled, opening your eyes long enough to run your hand through Joseph’s curls. You felt Amelia move easily before she settled right back down under his touch.

“Goodnight baby, I love you.”, Joseph smiled as he kissed your belly easily.

“I love you too, Joe.”

He rested his head on your bump as you rested your hands in his curly hair, you both dozing off to sleep.

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queenimmadolla · 10 months

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𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐃𝐚𝐲

(dad!eddie munson x mom!reader)

Summary: . . . You and your kids wake Eddie up with a surprise for Father's Day. warnings: fluff and Eddie being down bad for Reader 🤭, implications of baby making.

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“'Shhh', mama?” Your four year old asked as she trailed behind you in the hallway.

“Yeah, we have to be quiet so you can wake daddy up with a surprise.” You were trying not to make too much noise with the flowers, wrapped in apparently the world’s loudest brown paper, hitching your nine-month old up higher on your hip.

Thank goodness neither of your kids were in a fussy mood, especially considering you’d gotten them up early after the terrible night before. Wayne had a new tooth coming in, he was absolutely miserable and your poor baby made sure to let everyone know. He’d been wailing most of the night and Eddie took it upon himself to soothe him, rubbing some baby friendly orajel along his gums, massaging them with fingers dipped in cool water, and offering frozen teething rings and plenty of comfort in the form of nonstop cuddles.

He hadn’t joined you in bed until the early hours of the morning, which worked out perfectly. Eddie had been dead asleep when you got up, squishing a pillow you’d planted in place of yourself to his chest.

Next came getting the kids ready, which was also surprisingly easy. Penny was pliant with sleep, letting you dress her without whining (she kept trying to lean forward so she could rest on you and go back to sleep—it was the cutest thing) and your baby was still soothed by Eddie’s remedies, letting out content coos as you changed his diaper and also got him ready.

After a quick trip to a music store downtown (and by quick you meant 45 minutes, Penny took delicate care in picking out another final gift for her daddy and told you not to rush her every time you’d ask her to hurry) and a stop at the flower shop, you arrived back home and it looked like Eddie still hadn’t stirred, which gave you time to make breakfast.

You’d sat Waynie in his high chair, gave him some cut up pieces of banana to gnaw on—which he did so as aggressively as possible—and went about making pancakes, eggs and bacon (which Eddie liked to devour until he felt ill).

Penny was of course your little helper, sitting on your lap while you assisted her with whisking the eggs in a bowl for Waynie’s scrambled eggs, and then perched on your hip to help you flip the pancakes. She’d insisted that Eddie’s pancakes all be heart shaped and you loved the idea, so after a couple of failed ones that would be on your plate, you eventually got it down and she wrapped her arms tightly around you in a hug for it.

Once breakfast was plated and the table was set, you gathered Wayne and the flowers while Penny carried Eddie’s decoy gift towards your bedroom.

Quietly, you opened the door and peaked in, smiling at Eddie’s sleeping form.

“Okay, let’s go wake him up. Shh.” You propped the door open for Penny to slip in before you and she grinned up at you, using her free hand to hold her finger to her lips, she’d be quiet.

She set the rectangular box on the end of the bed and then climbed on top while you sat Wayne down on the bed.

He was just starting to crawl, so he very shakily made his way towards Eddie—face planting quite a few times but it didn’t deter your baby.

Penny looked back at you for confirmation and you nodded in encouragement. That was all the permission she needed.

“Daddy! Daddy, wake up! It’s daddy’s day! Wakey, wakey!”

She poked and prodded at his side when he groaned and shifted onto his back, eyes squinting open. That wasn’t good enough for her, she moved to sit on him and Wayne finally reached him, using his dad’s shoulder to prop himself up enough to sit back on his bum while he let out a happy shriek, chunky little palms slapping eagerly at his dad’s face to do the trick.

Eddie made a face, nose scrunching up but you could see the smile curling on his lips, dimples appearing.

“Okay, okay! I’m awake! Stop the assault!”

Penny laughed as he sat up, which almost sent her sprawling on the bed but she caught herself on his leg. Eddie tutted, that wouldn’t do.

Eddie reached out and pushed her off of him and she laughed hysterically as she bounced against the mattress which made the two of you chuckle. For some reason your daughter loved to rough house with him.

Penny didn’t stay down for long, quickly crawling back up to lay down along the side of his pillow and Eddie turned his head to look at her after he’d gathered Wayne and sat him on his chest.

“Happy Fodder’s Day, daddy. You aw the best daddy in the whole wide everywhere.” She whispered to him, very seriously, and he leaned in to give her a smacking kiss on the nose.

“Thank you, baby.” His voice was raspy but you could detect the emotion under it. Eddie was so gonna choke up.

“You wanna give him his present?” You prompted her, and Eddie’s head darted in your direction, grin widening at the sight of you in his favorite dress.

“Oh, yeah!” Penny scurried to the end of the bed and knee-crawled back to Eddie, hands outstretched to offer him the rectangular box.

“What’s this?” He asked, tucking Wayne into his side so he could grab the box.

“You gots to open it, daddy.” Penny demanded, eagerly leaning in to stare at the box while he did.

“Sorry,” you both traded looks of amusement before he took off the lid and moved the tissue paper aside to reveal a new guitar strap; black and decorated with crossbone skulls. “This is for me?”

“Yeah!” Penny nodded her head ecstatically. “Mommy lemme pickeded it out!”

“Thank you so much, little pretty one.” Eddie moved his hand to the back of his daughter’s curly little head to bring it in so he could press a kiss to her forehead, then he turned to the baby at his side. “And you, too!”

He leaned down and pressed a kiss to the sweet smelling curls on his baby’s head. In return, Waynie started gnawing on his arm.

You sat on the side of the bed and pulled him away from Eddie’s arm. Your son looked at you, affronted, like you’d committed the ultimate crime until you held a pacifier to his lips. He eagerly gobbled it up and relaxed back against Eddie, once more content as he suckled.

“Penny, do you wanna go get the other thing?”

“Wha─?” She looked at you, confused for only a moment before her big brown eyes lit up. “YES, YES, YES!”

Penny quickly climbed off the bed and ran to her room, where you’d hidden it.

“What are you up to, trouble?” Eddie asked and you turned your head away from the doorway to find him looking at you, sleepy eyes clouded with love and affection as he reached a hand out to stroke along your exposed thigh.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“You’re trying to make me cry again, aren’t you?”

“Not me, no way. No how.”

“I GOS IT, MOMMY!” Penny ran back in, chin raised to peak over the box she carried. It wasn’t too heavy for her, just big.

She brought it over to you and you handed it to Eddie before pulling her up onto your lap as you watched him unbox it.

“I wonder what it could b—.” Eddie’s mouth parted just slightly as he pulled a small amp from the box. It wasn’t just any amp. It was an amp you’d sneakily picked up from the music store last week—he had a ton of amps sprawled around the apartment but Eddie’s favorite portable one had recently gone out on him.

The amp itself would have been a fantastic gift alone, but you’d taken a few extra steps to personalize it for him. You’d painted the black amp with a solid red background and then let Penny and Wayne paint whatever they wanted on it.

Penny had gone all out, making sure to paint her family holding hands on it, along with plenty of depictions of her dad, one of which was him wearing a cape because he was her hero and since Wayne was too little to use a paintbrush, his little hand and foot prints were on it.

On one of the sides was your initials (last name replaced with an ‘M’ to represent the Munson name you’d taken on when you’d married him) + EM 4Ever, tucked into a heart with Cupid’s bow shot through it.

“SUPISE! D’ya like it, daddy? I drews on it, and it got Waynie’s feets and hans.” Penny looked so proud of herself, smile nearly taking up her entire face.

Eddie sniffled and you hid your grin in Penny’s hair. You got him.

He licked his lips and cleared his throat to try and keep himself together but you could see the shine in his eyes when he raised them.

“I love it so much, baby girl.” He choked out, holding Wayne a little tighter to his side.

“You wanna give daddy a hug?” You whispered into her ear and she crawled off your lap to throw herself at Eddie, arms wrapping around his shoulders.

Eddie was careful to make sure Penny didn’t squish Wayne as he held her to his chest, eyes squeezing shut and his freehand cradling the back of her head.

“I luh you, daddy.” Penny mumbled, resting her cheek on his shoulder.

“I love you, pretty Penny.” He pressed a multitude of kisses to her curls as he basked in the moment before his eyes shot open and over to you. “What are you doing all the way over there? Get over here and give me some love.”

You affectionately rolled your eyes before you complied, lifting Wayne out of his arms and into yours to take his place tucked into Eddie’s side. Eddie demanded kisses the moment you were near, and because you loved him, you ignored his god awful morning breath and let him have his way.

His lips remained pressed to your temple, an arm slipped around your waist so he could lift the skirt of your dress, fingers tracing the words I love you along your thigh as Penny explained all her paintings in great, excessive detail.

Later, when you were all at the table eating the breakfast you and Penny had made, Eddie could barely get a bite in without staring at you. Wayne was in your arms, face pressed against your breast as he nursed (always did it before he ate solids), while Penny babbled to you about how fun cooking with you had been and how yummy it was as you helped her scoop up her food on her little fork.

Eddie knew Father’s Day was a day meant to celebrate him and essentially all the other fathers of the world, but he’d much rather appreciate you. You’d given him Penny and Wayne; his sweet (usually) little girl and his baby boy. Without you, he wouldn’t be able to be a part of this day, really.

Eventually, you felt the weight of his stare and looked up at him, gaze inquisitive.

“What?”

He just huffed out a gentle laugh, brown eyes warm and making a certain feeling stir in your belly, “Nothing. Thank you. For them.”

Eddie nods towards Wayne and Penny.

“Well, you definitely played a part in getting them here.” You mused, reaching a hand out to stroke over Penny’s curls.

Sure, you made them but it wouldn’t have been possible had Eddie not finished inside of you on a regular basis.

When you looked back at him, Eddie was smirking, his eyes were heavily lidded and darkening–his bedroom eyes. The warmth in them was simmering into something much more intense as he leered at you with absolutely no shame. Lustful.

You could feel yourself heating up, bashful nature hitting you full force as he nearly ate you alive with his gaze alone. You knew what was coming next, what he was about to say.

“Wanna make another one during nap time?”

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