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feelmyskinonyourskin · 2 months

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Worship You

Pairing: Frank Castle x AFAB Reader

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GIF Source: Papa-Evershed @papa-evershed

Summary: You’re feeling a little nervous and insecure about your postpartum body, Frank just wants to show you how much he loves you.

Warnings: SMUT/18+ (don’t interact if your age is not in your bio). Mentions of pregnancy, birth, and postpartum AFAB body. New mom insecurities and fears. Lactation kink, oral (F receiving), fingering, protected P in V, use of lube. Pet names (baby, sweetheart, mama)

WC: 2600

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Four and a half months, that’s how long it had been since you’d given birth to the precious angel that was your daughter. It was the best day of your life and changed so many things so quickly.

Particularly, your body. You were so proud of it; growing and carrying a life for 9 months, enduring 14 hours of labor and delivery, producing daily nutrition to feed this tiny human you loved so dearly. You lamented all the times in your youth when you would pick and pull at your skin, over analyzing the ways your body could “improve” and wishing to abide more by the over photoshopped standards you saw in magazines. How foolish you were.

Now you loved your body. She was a warrior. A Goddess.

But still, even with your new found appreciation for her, it was difficult some days to not feel like a stranger in your own skin. You knew pregnancy and birth would bring about irreversible changes to your body. But nothing could have prepared you for the emotional wave of grief and confusion that came with all the new feelings and quirks that come with life after pregnancy.

Which was probably why you had been avoiding having sex.

Sure sex had been uncomfortable towards the end of your pregnancy, you and Frank inventing the most insane positions just to find a comfortable way to do it. Your body had already changed so much then, but even more so now. Would he still love you like he used to? Would the things you used to enjoy still feel good? Would there be any pain?

You’d been cleared at your 8 week postpartum appointment to move forward with all sexual activity, but still had put it off.

Frank, of course, never pushed the issue. In fact he never brought it up at all, too tired and busy doting on your daughter and making sure your recovery went smoothly. Daily, you got to witness the strength and determination he showed to welcome this second chance despite the demons of his past. He was the epitome of a perfect father and partner, which only turned you on and made you love him even more.

“Ithinkweshouldhavesextonight” you finally blurted out one morning, need for intimate connection and relief outweighing the anxiety.

Frank had just gotten your daughter down for a nap and was at the kitchen sink washing out your pumping equipment.

He turned around so casually to face you and leaned against the counter, as if you had just asked him what the weather was. God, did he have to look so sexy when he was just existing?

He looked you up and down and with an eyebrow corked replied softly “Yeah? That somethin’ you’re ready for?”

You were still reeling from the shock of actually saying it out loud and stuttered out “I… I think so.”

Frank nodded calmly.

“Okay.”

And then he was back to his task without another word.

He didn’t bring it up for the rest of the day, going through the evening routine of dinner, diaper changes, and bathtime with your daughter as he normally would.

Meanwhile, your nerves were on edge, half with anxiety, half with anticipation.

The last feeding of the night was done and your daughter drifted to sleep in your arms as you rocked her. You gingerly set her down in her bassinet, careful not to wake her and have to start the whole routine again.

It was typical to find Frank leaning in the door frame of the nursery, happily observing the site of his family. So you weren’t surprised when you turned around and found him standing there with a grin plastered across his face.

“Hey beautiful.”

“Hey big guy.”

“You still feeling up to…” he asked

“Yeah,” You nodded. “C’mon let's go to the bedroom.”

You reached for his hand, but he pulled it away.

“I got somethin’ for you first.”

The bathtub was to the brim with bubbles. Based on the aroma in the air, you could tell it was the good kind you liked to buy at cute little boutiques in Brooklyn and not the Johnson and Johnson brand you used for your daughter’s baths.

Frank pressed his chest to your back and placed a gentle kiss to your crown.

“Gotta get you relaxed first.”

Docile fingers danced under the hem of the shirt you wore; a dingy, grey henley that once belonged to him, as he slowly began to undress you.

You silently cursed at yourself for not putting on something sexier earlier. Not that any of your old lingerie fit you, but anything more put together than this would have been better.

“Where’s that brain of yours goin’ now?”

Goddamnit how could he read you so well?

“Just wishing I put a little more effort in to seducing you.”

“Eh, you know you don’t need nothin’ fancy to do that.”

The kisses he peppered to your now exposed shoulder sent a shiver up your spine as he continued.

“My woman’s so goddamn pretty, it’s been torture keeping my hands to myself.”

Frank’s plan worked wonders as you found yourself emerging from a half-hour in the scented warm water feeling relaxed and floaty.

He was waiting for you in the bedroom, wearing nothing but clean grey sweatpants that rode low to tease and tantalize you. Good to know he still remembered just what you liked.

He eyed you up and down as you walked towards him, closing the gap between you and pulling you flush to him.

A gentle hand ran down your cheek as you lovingly gazed into each other's eyes.

“Okay, here’s how this is gonna go,” he said “I’m gonna go nice and slow,”

You let out a huff, which caused Frank’s eyebrows shoot up.

“And you’re not gonna whine about it.”

“Fine.” you conceded

“If at any point, anything hurts or makes you uncomfortable, even a little, you tell me and we stop. You got that?”

You nodded your head gently, leaning into the hand he still had resting where your jaw and neck meet.

“Atta girl.”

His lips were soft when they met yours, gentle but not hesitant. He took care to guide you backwards and sit you down on the bed gingerly.

It always fascinated you how hands that inflicted so much violence and death could show you such tenderness and love, could provide so much pleasure. Even moreso now seeing how docile he was with your newborn.

The tie of your robe undid easily and the soft fabric fell off your shoulders and pooled in your lap, exposing you to him.

His eyes were full of reverence as he once again stared at you, admiring with a boyish grin before he dove in and covered your skin in the sweetest of kisses. Each meeting of his lips to your shoulders, your neck, your chest was the rising sun of spring, reigniting your body from hibernation.

His nimble fingers gently grabbed at your breast as he continued tracing his lips across you, giving it a small squeeze before twirling your nipple under his thumb.

It was just enough stimulation to release a few small drips of milk, followed by a tiny stream.

You pushed at his shoulder to get him off and attempted to stop the liquid with a bit of your robe.

“Shit, I’m sorry. I thought about pumping before we got started, but I was hoping maybe she had enough before bed that it’d be alright.”

“It’s okay baby.” Frank practically whispered, swiping at the opaque fluid with his thumb.

“They sore?” he asked

“A little.”

“Can I help?”

You practically felt a flood rush between your legs at his request and nodded eagerly.

Without hesitation, he dropped to his knees before you. His breath was hot against your skin as he licked all the way up from your ribcage to your nipple, gathering the warm nectar on his tongue.

He hummed in satisfaction as he took your nipple fully into his mouth. The divine mix of building pleasure and sweet relief filled your body as he began to suckle, soft pouty lips encompassing your breast.

Big hands wrapped around your lower back, pressing indents into your skin with his calloused fingers as he held you close to him, his eyes now squeezed shut as he continued to nurse.

You threw your head back, groaning at the borderline overwhelm of feelings that ripped through your body.

Frank laid you down slowly, upper lips dragging along your skin as he released your breast and began to kiss down, allowing a spurt of milk to fly into the air.

As he moved down, your hands instinctively flew to cover the loose skin of your stomach, still laden with lighter stripes from where your daughter stretched your flesh as she grew in utero.

His thick fingers grabbed at your wrists to stop you.

“No.” he commanded and instinctually you groaned in rebuttal, trying to free your hands from his grip.

“Ain’t no hiding from me baby. C’mon.”

The low roughness of his voice always made you want to obey whatever he requested. You looked at him with pleading eyes.

“Look, I know you’re still gettin used to all of it, but you’re still my woman and I love you. Shit, you’re even more my woman now that you’ve had my kid. You think I ain’t gonna worship every bit of you? This beautiful body that gave me my daughter, that gave me a second chance I don’t deserve. You think I ain’t gonna love every inch of you just as much as before?”

You couldn’t help but grin at his praise and nodded, leaving your hands at your side and permitting him to continue his work.

Done with taking his time, but still a certain gingerness to his movements, he finally kissed his way to between your legs. You were practically squirming with need as he teased his hot breath against your core.

The sweet relief when he finally ran his tongue through your folds had you practically jumping off the mattress with how calico-like your back arched. You were sensitive, having had no stimulation there in months. You hadn’t even dared to touch yourself in any way that wasn’t medically related, afraid to even test the waters.

Once he was satisfied with the amount he slicked up your petals with his tongue, he went back to being slow and careful, experimenting with your limits by tickling your entrance with the tip of his finger.

Another nod from you and he pushed in just to the first knuckle, then the second. All you could do was whimper with the pleasure of finally feeling him again, bucking your hips to encourage him to go further.

He massaged your walls a little before adding a second finger and you were in heaven.

It was so familiar the way he worked you over with his fingers and mouth. More and more of your fears dissipated with every movement, the luminous pleasure building inside took them over.

Your orgasm crashed into you unexpectedly, taking not much at all to get you there. It made you feel normal and human and real again.

Tenderly, he kissed at your thighs as you worked to steady your breathing.

“How you feeling, sweetheart?”

Another nod. Usually it was Frank who was mostly silent and you doing all the talking. But not tonight.

“That good, huh?”

A giggle escaped you.

“Talk to me pretty girl, what you need now?”

“You Frank, wanna feel you inside me.”

“Okay. How? Gotta do whatever’s gonna be most comfortable for you.”

“I think I should be on top. Have the most control that way.”

“You got it.”

Frank rummaged around the nightstand and pulled out a condom and the bottle of lube. He shed his sweatpants and made his way back to you.

Spreading your legs, he applied a generous amount of lube, using his fingers to push it inside you a little. Satisfied with that preparation, he layed down beside you and put the condom on. You tossed your robe to the floor and crawled to him, maneuvering to hover over his length.

He held you in place with one strong hand and ran the back of his finger down your cheek with the other.

“Remember baby, anything hurts, we stop.”

You nodded, then reached down to guide him to your entrance.

It was a delicious stretch as you slowly sank down, relaxing away the last of your fears about pain. It felt good. It felt different. But it felt good.

The sigh of relief once he was fully seated inside you echoed around the room. You sat there for a moment, enjoying the pleasure. It felt like coming home after being away for too long.

You gave a rock of your hips, steady and easy, feeling the drag of his cock against your velvet walls.

Again. And again.

Until you found a comfortable rhythm and lost yourself to the pleasure.

Meanwhile, Frank’s hands continued to explore, reveling in the feel of your skin under his touch after missing it for so long. Observing the way pleasure twisted and contorted on your face as you rode him, he couldn’t take his gaze off of you.

Temptation won him over, he raised his hand to paw at your other breast. Just a few pinches to your tender nipple and the leak began.

Rising to his elbows, he once again took your breast in his mouth. The warmth of his soft lips latching and sucking sent a wave of goosebumps across your skin as you continued to thrust against him.

Carding your fingers through his cropped hair, you held his head to you, encouraging him to continue.

His fingers found the other breast, squeezing so the stream of milk began once more, flowing down the curve of your tit.

“Frank, I’m so close.” you said, punctuated by the slap of skin.

He moved to bury his face between your boobs and kissed your breast bone, husking out “That’s it baby, let me feel you. Atta girl”

Every dial in your body was cranked up to maximum capacity and it wasn’t long before you erupted, white hot pleasure coursing from head to toe as you rhythmically clenched around him.

You grabbed at his shoulders in an attempt to not fall over and he shushed at the whimpers you released with every spasm of your walls.

Frank wasn’t far behind, cradling your face as he pulled you to press your forehead to his.

A grunt escaped him as he thrusted up into you a final time. His gaze bore into yours as he released, attempting to say a million words he couldn’t form right now.

Cautiously, he tipped sideways and laid you down beside him on the bed, pulling you to lay on his glistening chest.

“You feeling good?”

“Yeah, Frank that was perfect.”

“Good baby, I’m glad we…”

But his words were cut off, the siren cry coming from down the hall stopped both of you in your tracks.

You moved to get up but Frank pushed at your shoulder.

“Shh shh shh I got her mama. You stay put.”

You closed your eyes as you listened to him coo her back to sleep from down the hall, content to live in this little bubble of joy forever.

For you @itwasthereaminuteago

#frank x reader #frank castle

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queenimmadolla · 1 year

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𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐍𝐄'𝐒 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃

(dad!eddie x mom/pregnant!reader)

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟏 ─ 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟐 ─ 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟑 • more of the pennyverse here.

Summary: . . . After your eventful labor and delivery, you and Eddie can only wait to see what fate holds for your newborn son as you two finally decide on a name. warnings: angst, a whole lot of angst, near death experience, difficult pregnancy, early labor, preterm birth, talk of loss of infants, birth defects, happy ending.

a/n: we have finally reached the rainbow at the end of the storm, my friends. wrapping this up feels so bittersweet, i'm going to miss all the interactions! i don't think i've gotten to talk to this many people here before and i hope it doesn't stop after part three. from the bottom of my heart, thank you. and a HUGE thank you to my partner in crime, @kitmon, for beta-ing this (all three parts) bad boy for me. while Wayne's World is finally over, i'm excited to continue writing for this little family. on to the next thing! word count is 4kish. happy reading! and for the people mad about the long post, sorry, had the 'keep reading' tab on but it kept fucking with the format and eating chunks of it. you're gonna have to scroll. let me know what you think? ◡̈

While Eddie was out like a light, your doctor had also dropped in for a visit to inform you you’d be staying at the hospital for at least another day, which you weren’t too excited about. You were prescribed medication to take during your stay and so long as you felt good, you were allowed to roam about, meaning you could visit your son.

Wayne had also dropped by, with a bag he’d packed full of Eddie’s clothes and things he thought he would need. He hadn’t wanted to wake Eddie up, either. After making sure you were okay, he ended up taking Penny home with him. You’d debated on letting her stay, but you figured Eddie would be vehement on staying with you and she’d want to play with her toys soon. Wayne had promised to bring her back for visits.

Then it was just you and your sleeping husband. Eddie slept through the morning, past the afternoon, and into the evening. You were just about to run out of patience—eager to see your baby—when he finally woke up.

“Wha’ happen?” He rasped out, voice groggy and eyes squinted almost shut as he stretched, letting out an inhuman grunt.

“Good morning, Sleeping Beauty,” you glanced at the clock on the wall, “or goodnight, I guess.”

“Night?” He followed your gaze, eyes shooting wide open when he realized how late he’d slept. “Oh, shit. It’s seven.”

“I’m aware,” you were entirely amused, “Your breakfast, lunch, and dinner are on the counter.” You pointed over to the counter and cabinets lining the wall.

Eddie was starving, he tossed the blanket aside to get up and made quick work of all of his meals, to your surprise.

Watching Eddie eat was always so entertaining. He ate so chaotically, messy like a gremlin. And not just when he was starving.

“Where’s Pen?” He asked through a mouthful of food.

“With Wayne and Maude. He stopped by and dropped off some things for you.” You pointed this time to the duffel bag resting near his makeshift pullout bed.

The burger you’d got him for lunch was clenched in his teeth, the wrapper around it preventing its contents from falling out, as he rifled through it, pulling out a clean shirt, a pair of sweats and some boxers.

“Why didn’t you wake me?” He asked, again with a mouthful of food as he unbuckled his pants, pushing them down his legs.

You watched as he struggled to get his feet out of them without using his hands, aggressively shaking them off his right ankle. He cursed under his breath once they were off and you couldn’t help but elate in the fact your husband was still a dork.

“You were tired, snoring up a storm—’’

“—I don’t snore.”

“—And looking like you were in a coma.”

Eddie snorted as he devoured the rest of his burger before he was able to go put on the clean boxers (you’d made sure to lean forward so you could get your eyeful) and yank on the sweats. Then he pulled his shirt off and you responded by clapping your hands appreciatively.

“Now, give me a little twirl,” you swirled your finger downward, with a smirk and Eddie laughed as he threw the shirt at you.

“Knock it off, six week waiting period still applies to you so you’d better not tempt me.”

You whistled as you pulled his shirt off your head, holding it to your chest, “You might have had the dinner but I definitely got the show.”

“You’re incorrigible,” but he was still grinning as he yanked the clean shirt over his head.

You waited until he was comfortable, with his food, on the pull out before you informed him, “My doctor came by, too. Said I’m stuck here for another freaking day.”

Eddie pulled the fry he’d been about to eat away from his mouth so he could tease you with a pout. He was actually glad, you’d be surrounded by medical professionals so if for some reason something happened, they’d be able to take care of you. Plus, he’d be by your side every day until then. This was his last day off, but he’d call Norm in the morning and let him know he’d have to take the next couple of days off. He’d saved up more than enough paid time off at the shop, something he’d chosen this particular one to work at for offering.

Of course, when he’d gotten the gig as a teenager, he’d only been concerned about using that time to try out a new strain or micro dose.

You rolled your eyes and slumped back into your bed, “Jerk. She also said I could move around. After you finish eating, will you take me to go see him?”

Fuck, Eddie would take you right now. He was about to set his tray aside when you hissed.

“Eat.”

He held his hands up in defeat, but finished off his food a little faster.

While he finished eating, you’d gotten out of bed (yes, he almost had a heart attack and you had to threaten him to keep him from hovering) to freshen up. By the time you were done, so was Eddie.

You’d dug around his bag until you found one of your favorite shirts of his and put it on, under the stupid hospital gown, along with a pair of his sweats.

And you hadn’t wanted to, like really, really didn’t want to, but you allowed him to push you to the NICU in a wheelchair. It was the only way you were allowed to leave your room. Why didn’t you want to? Because Eddie insisted it was a game, full on running to propel the wheelchair, even spinning you around in it, when he wasn’t pretending to crash into things. It was fun, but you were sure the hospital staff didn’t appreciate it.

When you finally got to the NICU and the nurse placed your baby in your arms, you knew everything you’d been through was worth it. Every single second you got with him was precious and worth the possible sorrow that may follow.

“He does look like Penny,” you agreed, lifting him up to press a kiss to his forehead. He was in better looking condition than you recalled, not pasty or almost blue, and breathing. You remembered the shock of fear that had shot up your spine when he hadn’t been after you’d pushed him out.

He was small, smaller than Penny had been for obvious reasons, and while it made you sad that you hadn’t been able to keep him in you to develop more, you were still happy to have him.

“Although, I think their noses are different,” you mused and gently stroked your finger over the small tip of his nose, tubeless since he’d been removed from his incubator to be placed in your arms. He scrunched it up at the contact, and you were delighted with his response, “he’s got your’s, Eddie.”

“You think so?” Eddie was taken with that nose scrunch, absolutely entranced. He’d seen you do it in the wee hours of that very morning.

“Oh, yeah. He’s perfect. I wonder whose eyes he has.” Selfishly, you hoped a pair of big, brown baby cow eyes, like his father’s and sister’s, were under the eye cover.

“You can take it off,” The nurse hovering nearby informed you, he was handling another baby but he’d heard your comment, “he’s done with his phototherapy. The lighting in here isn’t harsh either, so he’ll be just fine.”

He stopped what he was doing to hand you a couple of wipes, “Just moisten the edges and it will come right off.”

You did as instructed, Eddie hovering over you in anticipation. Once the edges were saturated with the warm wipe, you carefully peeled the eye mask away, heart squeezing as your baby boy blinked them open. Well, that was a stretch, he blinked them into a squint.

He glared up at you like that for a few more moments, before his blinking became rapid and then they were finally open, forehead scrunched up in curiosity as he stared, little mouth just barely parted.

“Hi,” you giggled out, absolutely ecstatic to see a pair of familiar dark eyes peering up at you.

“Guess that answers that.” Eddie’s smile was soft as he watched you press another kiss to his head, your fingertips mingling with the fluff on his head. He couldn’t help but notice how enthralled his son looked with you, little fists curled near his face.

“You are so perfect,” you cooed down at him, finger stroking his cheek, he blinked at the contact, gave your hand some serious side eye for surprising him then returned his awed stare to your face. “I love you so much, my little grump. You’re gonna be okay, yeah? ‘Cause you’re just like your daddy, aren’t you? Gonna make it out even when you’re dealt the shorthand.”

Was Eddie Munson about to cry again? Yes.

“Perfect, perfect, perfect,” You enunciated each one word with a kiss to his head, “We still have to name him.”

The morbid image of a potential name for his son, etched into stone came to the forefront of his mind and Eddie felt a stabbing pang in his chest as he forced the image away.

“You know, I technically chose Penny’s,” you drawled, craning your head to look up at him, “I think it’s only fair you name him. Since you won’t let me name him Eddie Jr.”

Eddie stared back at you, gaze intense before it shifted down to the little bundle in your arms, at the face peeking out from the blankets.

He hadn’t wanted to name his baby after him, wanted him to be more than just a namesake. With Penny, well, her name meant something to him. Unconditional love.

It didn’t actually translate to that, but it had belonged to the one person in his life—other than you—who showed him affection, emotion.

The baby’s eyes moved away from your face, catching Eddie’s stare and something about it prompted a thought, a fact really.

Eddie was wrong. He was so, so wrong in his thought process. The weight of the realization almost had his knees buckling as he stared back at that little face.

For the first time, Eddie thought of his son’s name. Etched in stone or not, it was the only one worthy of him.

You’d let the nurse know and he retrieved your son's birth certificate for you. You loved the name so much and since Eddie had been the one to decide on it, you insisted he write it on his birth certificate as well. It had to be the neatest thing Eddie had ever written.

It hadn’t been easy to let the nurse take your baby back, away from you and you had teared up, afraid it would be the last time you’d see him.

Eddie had been upset too, in the last few moments you were allowed with him, he’d let his little guy hold onto his finger and reminded him of their earlier talk. He had to make it through tonight, so he could go home with them. After a few parting kisses, tears and reaffirming your love to him, he was whisked away to his incubator and you and Eddie made the sullen trip back to your room.

He held you in your bed while you both cried.

And cried.

Eventually, the two of you fell asleep, the sheer emotional exhaustion too much for either of you.

When you woke up, it was to sunlight streaming through the cracks in the curtains and the nurse taking your vitals. Eddie was still lightly snoring into the side of your head and just as the nurse finished, both Dr. Eisenberg and Dr. Houseman entered your room.

“Good morning!” Dr. Eisenberg chirped. Dr. Houseman silently made herself comfortable leaning against the counter.

“Morning,” came your groggy reply as you shook Eddie awake. He peaked an eye open to glare at you but the moment he caught sight of both doctors, he snapped awake.

“Sorry to disturb you two, we just figured you’d want to hear the news. Mrs. Munson, although I know you must love your hospital bed, today’s looking like your last day here. Which means I want to hear about you doing lots of walking today. I’m gonna check on you again tomorrow, but if all is well, you’ll be discharged then.”

Halle-freaking-lujah.

Dr. Eisenberg stepped back, nudging Dr. Houseman’s shoulder enthusiastically to take her place.

“I believe this is the first time we’ve met, Mrs. Munson,” she regarded you with kind eyes before acknowledging Eddie, “Mr. Munson. Nice to see you’ve gotten some rest.”

Eddie tried not to feel personally attacked.

“I come bearing news of your son. He made it through the night, with no issues. He’s out of phototherapy, responding well to feedings—that’s very important—and while his breathing is fast, it’s also a good sign. It doesn’t leave him breathless, so it may just be his excitement at being in the outside world and getting to use his lungs. He doesn’t tire more than would be normal for a newborn, either. We’re gonna keep him a little longer, let him develop a little more and ensure the hole starts to heal up, but I give it no more than two weeks before he goes home.”

The amount of weight lifted off both your shoulders and Eddie’s was almost disorientating. Your baby made it. You’d get to take him home! You wanted to cry, jump around, do backflips, but you settled for leaning into Eddie, who was blinking an awful lot.

“Alright, I think we served our purpose. We’ll let the two of you have some peace.” They both gave you grins as they made their way out of the room, though Dr. Eisenberg stopped, effectively halting Dr. Houseman as well, “By the way, LOVE the name you gave him. Really fits the little guy.”

Dr. Houseman nodded in agreement before she was ushering Eisenberg out of the room.

You held each other again as you cried, this time tears of joy and relief.

Wayne stopped by again, this time with Penny and a bag of necessities meant for you (packed with care by Maude because Wayne was too embarrassed to go through your drawers). She’d begged Eddie, literally wrapped herself around one of his legs until he agreed to take her to see baby brother. He hadn’t wanted to, would much rather have them meet at the trailer when the two of you could finally bring him home and not when he was still in an incubator, patched up to machines, but he relented.

Wayne kept you company while he took her to see the baby. She hadn’t asked any questions about the babies, only stating the stork must be getting ready to take them to their mommies and daddies because they were in boxes.

When he’d pointed out her brother, she couldn’t look away, placing both hands on the glass as well as her forehead to stare at him.

“My little baby potatoes.”

“He’s not—alright, sweet pea.”

“I getta keep him, huh, daddy?”

“Yeah, you get to keep him.” Eddie found himself blinking away tears, comforted to know he wasn’t lying to her, didn’t have to be obtuse to avoid telling her the truth anymore.

“Okie dokie, les take ‘em home.”

Eddie chuckled and pulled her a little ways from the glass to press a kiss to her cheek, “He has to stay here for a few more days, but he’s gonna come home.”

“Pomise?”

“I promise.”

She eyed him suspiciously, “You won’t fuwwet ‘em?”

“Forget,” Eddie corrected but Penny didn’t amend the word like she would normally do when reminded of the proper pronunciation. She still had a little difficulty with her ‘r’s so if a word had the letter in it and she said it right the first time, great, if she didn’t, she wouldn’t be fixing it, “And that was one time, sweet pea, I came back for you like a minute later.”

Penny maintained an impressive, nonstop commentary about all the things she was going to teach her baby brother to do during the walk back to your hospital room. At some point, she’d asked Eddie to swing her the rest of the way, which he scoffed at because that would make him look ridiculous to the staff.

Needless to say, by the time they got back, Eddie was sure the staff would be making fun of him.

Wayne hadn’t asked to see the baby, he was content knowing the little fella would be coming home with you. He still had that image of him in the truck stuck in his head, and he’d rather replace it with a baby in a car seat instead of an incubator. He and Penny stayed a while. She took your doctor’s walking orders (that Eddie foolishly mentioned in front of her) seriously and demanded you walk back and forth around the room with her. It was no problem until it just got annoying but you entertained her anyways.

Then all your friends had shown up, waiting strategic intervals of time to slip into your room as small groups so the nurses wouldn’t notice. They’d brought tons of gifts and Eddie had to sneak them to the NICU entrance, a few at a time, so they could see your baby through the glass.

After what a c-section was had been explained to the boys, Dustin’s respect for you skyrocketed, which you hadn’t thought would be possible considering his high opinion of you in the first place, and Lucas thought you had to be some kind of superhuman to survive that, he was amazed. Poor Will and Robin looked like they wanted to throw up when Steve’s girlfriend explained how some of your insides had been briefly removed to get to the baby.

It had been Nancy and Jonathan who got the group out of the hospital, and just in time. Your main nurse had come to check on you with all the suspicious hallway activity. Wayne and Penny left when visiting hours were over and you convinced Eddie to sleep on the bed with you, you always fell asleep fast when you got to cuddle up to him and you needed the night to pass already so you could get discharged.

You were impatient the next morning, Eddie watched on in amusement as you got ready, fluttering about the room until you finally slipped into a shirt and some comfortable pants with a high waistline (nothing was pressing into your scar until that bad boy was healed), then put your hospital gown over them and climbed into bed to disguise your getaway outfit.

Your plan was of course foiled when Dr. Eisenberg arrived and had you walk across the room a couple of times. She’d been amused with your expectations, but stuck to her promise and a nurse was wheeling you out after you were discharged.

Wayne, Penny and Maude greeted you when you arrived home, and while you were pleased to be in your own clothes and trailer, you wanted your baby with you.

“What happened to the spot?” You’d asked Wayne, at some point while Maude and Penny were showing Eddie a new dress Maude had made for her.

You were referring to the stain you were sure your water breaking had left—unfortunately, rather bloody as well.

“Maude got rid of it. Took ‘er a couple ‘a days but she managed to scrub it out, ‘s why she couldn’t come see you, reckon she figured you wouldn’t wanna see it.”

The widow from a couple of trailers away—and Wayne’s lady love—was shy as hell, but you were positive you loved her.

You and Eddie made sure to visit your son as often as possible. While Eddie worked, you spent most of your mornings and afternoons at the hospital, learning from the nurses about his improving condition and how to care for him. You’d learned he was fed a couple of special formulas, though they still encouraged you to breastfeed. On day seven of his hospital stay, you got to nurse him for the first time.

It was difficult, he wouldn’t latch properly no matter how hard you or the lactation consultant tried at first. It took him a while to get the hang of it, and it had been mildly uncomfortable for you, but eventually he did start latching. Day eight was spent encouraging him to latch each time. You knew you’d have to feed him those special formulas, but that was the extent of sharing him with a bottle you were willing to go. It was 50/50, and they’d informed you as soon as he caught up in development, and started gaining weight, the need for the formulas would lessen and you wouldn’t have to share him.

GOOD.

On day nine, you and Eddie got to bring him home. It hadn’t been completely planned, Dr. Houseman had suggested it the day prior, hadn’t guaranteed it and hadn’t been expecting you to have a carseat and anything else you might need for the ride home, but when she mentioned that he was good to go—though he’d have to be seen regularly to ensure his heart was in healthy condition and healing—Eddie bolted to retrieve the car seat he’d had waiting for his little dude and came just about running back.

“Don’t look so sour, baby,” He cooed as he tucked his little baby in and secured the harness around him. His son’s face was scrunched up, glaring at Eddie while he buckled him in. Clearly, he wasn’t a fan of the car seat, but he changed his tune when Eddie gently squished his cheeks between his thumb and index finger, the baby immediately relaxed, eyes wide as he stared up at his daddy. Then Eddie was tucking a blanket around him, and lowering the visor to protect him from the cold air.

It was wonderfully symbolic how peaceful the drive home from the hospital with your son had been compared to how chaotic the drive to the hospital, with him, had been.

Wayne, Penny and Maude were waiting for you again. Penny practically attacked Eddie’s legs as soon as he made it through the door with the car seat.

“Whoa, sweet pea! Careful, daddy doesn’t want to step on you.”

“I wanna see ‘em!”

“You will,” You promised as you shut the door behind you. Wayne and Maude were perched on the couch as Eddie placed the car seat down and squatted so he could carefully take the baby out of it. Penny’s energy seemed to disappear, she was stock still, watching as Eddie lifted the visor, removed the blanket, unbuckled the baby and finally pulled him out.

Maude’s reaction was instant, sounds of adoration slipping past her lips as the baby scrunched his back while Eddie lifted him, tiny arms pulling up near his head.

Wayne laughed, relieved to see the baby looked nothing like he had when he’d first seen him. In fact, if he didn’t know better he’d think Eddie brought home the wrong one.

“You wanna hold him?”

“Bring ‘im ‘ere.” Wayne held his hands out and Eddie carefully placed his newborn son in them.

“Well, ‘yer in better shape, ain’t you?” He commented down at the little guy. As soon as those eyes were on him, he knew there had been no baby mix up. He was Eddie’s kid.

“‘Shoot, another one with ‘yer eyes?” Wayne chuckled and Eddie’s chest puffed with pride. His next joke was directed towards you, “He’s lookin’ like Penny did when she was a baby, you sure you ain’t a copy machine?”

“Not anymore,” You scoffed, smiling at the sight as you leaned into Eddie’s side. He slipped an arm around your shoulders, hand moving to the side of your head as he pulled you even closer to kiss.

“He’s a cute lil’ fella. What’s his name?”

Eddie smirked against the top of your head before he answered him, “Wayne.”

“Hmn?” Then, without looking up from that little face, Wayne figured Eddie hadn’t heard him and was asking him to repeat himself. “‘Said what’s his name?”

“I heard you, his name is Wayne.”

Wayne looked up at the two of you then, eyes wide and unbelieving.

“Wha—?”

“His full name is Wayne Edward Munson,” you had to make sure they knew Eddie compromised and was willing to allow you to use his name as his son’s middle name, the smile on your face was smug. “Wayne.”

Wayne cleared his throat, tongue darting out to wet his dry lips.

“‘S really…” He trailed off, throat thick as he swallowed, head nodding a couple of times.

“I didn’t always imagine myself as a family man growing up,” Eddie confessed, “but when I did, I imagined having these crazy, weirdo kids who I’d love and who would love me back. Teach them to play the guitar, how to appreciate good music, play Dungeons and Dragons with. Was already afraid I’d mess up, though. And they’d stop loving me.

“When we had Penny and she,” Eddie pressed another kiss to your head, “suggested we name her after my mom, I thought it was perfect. Naming the baby I was afraid would one day stop loving me after someone who never did was perfect to me. I was struggling real hard on names for him, didn’t think Edward was worthy of him. Then he looked at me. In that moment, all I could think about was how much I loved him. I couldn't help but wonder if that was how you felt when you saw me.”

Eddie wasn’t the insecure kid he used to be—well, not as insecure. He’d been unsure of it at the start of his stay with Wayne, the older Munson was never very vocal with his emotions, though he had on occasion told Eddie he loved him. It wasn’t a machismo thing, Eddie was sure Wayne just didn’t know how to express emotions. It was how he’d been raised. Regardless, Eddie knew Wayne loved him.

Loved him when he was a baby, born from the woman he loved and not even his own son. Loved him when he saw him sporadically throughout his early life. Loved him enough to try and fight to keep him when his mom died, though the law gave him back to his dad. Loved him when a social worker showed up on his doorstep with him in tow, a broken shell of a boy. Loved him in those few awkward first interactions as they learned how to be around each other again. Loved him when he started getting in trouble, when police officers started escorting him home, when he’d had to pick him up from the police station, when he knew he was selling things and partaking in a business Wayne didn’t particularly approve of, loved him through it all. By blood, he might have been an uncle. By all other means, that man was his father. And his name was the only name worthy of his son. No rock star could compete.

“So, we named him after the other person in my life who never stopped loving me.”

Eddie could see the shine on Wayne’s eyes as his mouth set in a firm line.

Finally, Wayne managed to rasp out, “‘Ye’ah, you’re right. Not for one secon’.”

Not for once second had he stopped loving his boy.

Wayne looked down at little Wayne, whose stare was no longer scrutinizing, “You got ‘yerself a good pair ‘a parents. ‘Couldn’ta asked to be born in a better family.”

“Uhm, ‘scuse me, I fuwwot his name. What’s he called?”

“Wayne, baby.” Eddie chuckled and Penny leaned against Maude’s legs, craning forward to get a good look at her brother.

“Waynie. I like it! Can I put ‘em in my stoller now?”

“No, Penny.”

After the flood of emotions that your living room became that morning, Wayne and Maude had stuck around for a couple of hours before they said goodbye to Penny and baby Wayne and made their way home. So, about a three minute walk, tops.

You settled onto the couch, next to Eddie who had Penny curled on his lap, with baby Wayne, ready to nurse him as Eddie searched for something to watch. You’d just gotten Wayne to latch when Eddie made a pleased sound and you glanced up to find out what had amused him.

On the tv was an episode of Saturday Night Live, specifically the beginnings of one of Mike Myers’ most popular sketches as Eddie’s favorite character from the show.

“Just in time,” At the mention of his son’s name on screen, Eddie glanced down at the baby attached to your boob, whose gaze flickered to the side to meet his as if he was aware of gaining his dad’s attention.

The corners of Eddie’s lips twitched as his big eyes stared at him, “Yeah, yeah. I know. Welcome to Wayne’s World.”

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dovesndecay · 1 year

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Hey! I saw your post on diet culture and fast food and wanted to know what you mean about "diet culture would rather us starve than admit fast food is an accessible food resource"? Could you elaborate? (sorry for the paraphrase, I'm on mobile.) Thanks!

So, I'm disabled in a number of ways. I struggle really hard with executive function, appetite, sensory issues, and pain/fatigue/brainfog that makes deciding on food, and then following the process of making that food very difficult on a good day.

I've always had food issues -- I've snuck whole mouthfuls of food I could not physically make myself eat into the bathroom to spit it out in the toilet because I'd been told I had to eat it. I've puked from the texture of food. And I've gone hungry because food that was prepared is food I could not eat, for a number of reasons.

I'm also really fucking poor. I cannot work a regular job anymore. Groceries have actively skyrocketed to the point where our household is spending less than HALF of what we should be for the number of people. The difference between buying a bunch of groceries that we may or may not eat before they expire or our tastes for them die and simply purchasing a meal from a fast food joint is literally just the cost of labor -- saving us from expending spoons on deciding, buying ingredients, preparing, cooking, and then eating that food, which I will again stress that we might not actually eat.

There's only so many times you can have Walmart brand chicken nuggets before you physically cannot choke it down again.

Diet culture has a huge focus on eating the "right" kind of foods as well as this weird "self-sufficiency" fetish for cooking that can be fine but has a bad habit of edging into ableism. If you physically cannot cook on a regular basis, for any reason, and you have a lot of fast food meals, you get judged a lot for it. It's labeled "unhealthy" and "lazy". I am often told that I just "haven't found the right recipes" or "cooking hacks". No, man, I'm just fucking disabled.

Personally, I'd label starving as more unhealthy than eating fast food, but people don't like hearing that you aren't willing to swallow whatever gruel society thinks people in poverty deserve to have.

For me, fast food is predictable, safe, filling, often less expensive, convenient, spoons-saving, and it means I will eat. I also just genuinely think a lot of fast food tastes good. Sure, it's not fresh veggies and fruits, but I'm not getting those anyway. When I buy groceries, it's the cheapest items possible which means a lot of frozen foods, packaged pastas, and cereals.

And this isn't even looking at food deserts where grocery stores are few and far between, but fast food chains are everywhere. Even my Louisiana hometown, boasting a population of 10,659 people as of 2020, has a Burger King, McDonald's, Hardee's, Wendy's, Taco Bell, Popeyes, and numerous pizza delivery places. Y'know what closed down though? The Piggly Wiggly, one of the more affordable grocery stores -- my grandmother actually worked there during my childhood -- and I don't think the Winn-Dixie is even open there anymore either. So all they've got is a Walmart.

Fast food is an accessible food resource, and diet culture would rather see us starve than acknowledge that.

#original post #diet culture #askbox

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foxintheferns · 5 months

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I'd love to see Jacob with a single mama. I'd love it if he imprinted on her while she's playing with her little one on the beach. She could be Charlie's niece who he helped move to Forks to give her a fresh start with the little one. I'm thinkin the kiddo is about 1-2, old enough to walk/play in the sand but still young. I can see Jacob being the best papa ever and the pack just LOVING on the kid <3 Please and thank you! <3

Thank you so much for your patience with this one! Because I made you wait so long, I made it a long one <3. Loved writing such sweet lil fluffy stuff. Please enjoy :)

A/N: AU where Jacob and Bella aren’t toxic & weirdly obsessed with each other, and he has his own life and experiences outside of her! Period.

HOME

You sat on the sand with Lydia between your legs, her wispy, silky auburn hair blowing between your fingers with each soft gust of the salty breeze. You faced the ocean, La Push beach surrounding you in all of its striking glory.

Lydia babbled as she played with the sand, her back to you and her arms and legs quite literally covered in the granules. It would be her second birthday in two months, and you couldn’t understand where the time had gone. She grew so quickly, her chunky little arms and legs getting longer by the day, and you wished desperately that you could pause time.

Your ex boyfriend Noah, Lydia’s father, hadn’t wanted much to do with the raising of his child.

You looked down at the side of her sweet face, the buttery soft skin of her cheek glowing with the orange light of the afternoon. It was despicable that anyone could not want to love this tiny human, you thought, that anyone would even consider leaving her by choice. But that was exactly what Noah had done. His booze and his gambling was far too important to him to bother with the raising of a small child.

It made you angry; you felt a relentless and almost violently intense need to protect her. From everything ugly and awful and false in this world, even if that meant her own father. He had never treated you right, always gone for nights at a time doing who knows what with God knows who. The pregnancy had been an accident, but his reaction was not what you’d expected. He’d seemed to be on-board at first, but was never there for you during your difficult pregnancy. You thought back to how your muscles had ached as you were on all fours scrubbing the bathroom floor that one Saturday night, seven months pregnant and inconceivably exhausted. He had come home after being gone for two days, reeking of liquor and barely having time to slur out his angry question of what you were planning on making for dinner before he’d passed out on the living room couch.

You had been expecting Lydia’s birth to snap him back to reality, to throw things into perspective for him. But the man you had practically grown up with, together since 18, had missed her birth.

“Got caught up at work,” had been his excuse when he showed up at the hospital the next morning. Even the labor and delivery nurse had thrown him a glare.

When Lydia was 3 months old, you were forced to go part-time at the job you’d loved, the one that could actually lead somewhere. Without Noah’s help, childcare was next to impossible. Your neighbor, Jess, a stay at home mom of three, was kind enough to babysit Lydia with her own children for a few days out of the week, but you felt awful not being able to pay her much, if anything, most weeks.

After over a year of trying, of desperately hoping and yearning for the man you had once loved to be a father to your sweet girl, you’d finally thrown in the towel. Noah had made it clear that he had no interest in being a dad, and in one of his more blacked-out stupors, had even remarked that if the two of you hadn’t gotten pregnant, things would’ve been easier. Better.

Noah had been gone 11 days, his longest absence yet.

You’d packed your minimal belongings, gathering Lydia’s too and putting them into her tiny suitcase with strawberries on it.

Your mom had passed when you were 16, and your dad was very much like Noah. Oh, how patterns repeat themselves. You didn’t have much of a support system to fall back on when shit hit the fan.

The one person you knew would answer if you called was your Mom’s brother, Charlie.

“(Y/N)?,” his gruff, tired voice had come through the phone that early Tuesday morning. You knew it was probably only 4am in Forks, where he was, but he’d still answered the phone.

“Uncle Charlie…,” you’d whimpered shakily, “I-….”

You didn’t even know where to begin. Uncle Charlie had always been so good to you, checking in and asking how Lydia was frequently. He’d been one of the few people you’d called to share the exciting news of your pregnancy with, and had been ecstatic, urging that you come visit him and your cousin Bella as soon as you could.

“What’s goin’ on? You okay?”, His voice had become suddenly alarmed, and you’d heard the shuffling in the background of him getting up and out of his bed.

Leaving with Lydia was something you’d been wanting to do for a while, but you didn’t think you could actually follow through with it. Saying it out loud felt impossible.

“I need your help,” you’d whispered, your voice low and on the verge of breaking.

That was two weeks ago now.

You sat on the soft sand with Lydia, her tiny fingers gripping your leg for support as she pulled herself up, and you thought back to the fear you’d felt that day. Charlie had immediately paid for a planet ticket for you and Lydia to fly up to Port Angeles. He didn’t waste a moment in inviting you to come stay with him. He’d been clearly enraged, barely hiding his distaste for Noah’s behaviors once you’d let the floodgates open and told him everything you’d been hiding for months.

“Jesus, (y/n). I thought you guys were doing good, I-… I thought he was different, honey. I’m so sorry, kid,” Charlie had spoken into the phone after the words pouring from your mouth had finally come to a halt once you’d gotten him caught up on the current status of your relationship with your baby’s father. You hadn’t realized it, but you’d been hiding it from practically everyone. Your cousin Bella texted you often, and she knew some of the details of how absent Noah had become, but even she didn’t know the extent of it. You were a single mother, from the moment Lydia was conceived, you’d accepted that. Noah was never a dad to her.

“Mama! San!” Lydia’s tiny voice shrieked out as she grabbed a fistful of sand and threw it in front of her, some of it spraying in the breeze and landing across your chest and arms. She tentatively waited for your reaction. Her eyes scanned your face, her pink cheeks pulled into an ecstatic smile. You laughed, shaking your head, and wiped the rough granules off of your skin as you nodded at her.

“Yes, sand!” You picked up a handful of it, holding it out to show her and letting it spill through your fingers. She shrieked again, excited by your intentional dropping of the sand, and jumped several times, her little legs barely able to lift her half an inch off the ground.

You’d been down at the beach in La Push almost every day now. You’d gotten settled in to the extra bedroom at the Swan’s house, and you couldn’t help but feel like a burden, so you went out with Lydia often. Charlie and Bella had insisted, several times, that they were grateful to have the two of you. That they didn’t feel burdened by your presence. A toddler definitely wasn’t the quietest or most polite house guest, but Lydia was truly the best thing you’d ever done, and you prided yourself that you’d managed to raise such a good tiny human all on your own.

She was kind, and gentle. She loved animals, she loved making new friends. She watched the world around her with curious and eager eyes, anxious to explore and see and feel. She laughed and laughed and laughed; she was the giggliest baby you’d ever seen.

Bella offered to watch her whenever you needed a break, and you hadn’t asked for one yet. She was practically begging to babysit Lydia at this point, which had surprised even her; she wasn’t much of a kid person.

You didn’t want a break. You were soaking up this time with your little one as much as you could. You felt free, for the first time in a long time.

The beach felt like home now, and Lydia seemed to think so too. Every time you walked with her down the dirt path toward the beach, she would screech and try her best to run towards the glistening ocean. You’d been at the beach now for an hour or two, and you reached into your bag to pull out more baby sunscreen for her.

“Lyd, come ‘ere babe.” You reached out, gently pulling her to you, and her eyes landed on the pink bottle of sunscreen. She knew the drill at this point, and gingerly leaned against you as you rubbed the cream across her tiny little shoulders and arms. She giggled and smiled as the cold sunscreen landed on her skin.

“Eeee!” She cried, slapping her small hands against your leg as she pulled her face away in protest to you trying to spread the sunscreen across her cheeks. She still stood in place though, squeezing her eyes shut and pouting as you rubbed it in.

“Thank you, baby. Such a good girl,” you cooed as you snapped the lid of the sunscreen closed and placed a kiss on the tip of her little nose. You continued to pepper her face with smooches until she was a screeching, giggling mess on the sand, her arms and legs flailing every which way. You tickled her, both of you laughing loud enough for the sound to travel over the noise of the rolling waves hitting the beach.

After the tickle attack came to an end, you grabbed some strawberries and blueberries from your bag, pulling open the Tupperware container and holding it out to Lydia. Her eyes lit up (strawberries are her all time fave) and she eagerly grabbed at the berries with both hands. After several minutes of snacking, her mouth and face was stained pink and red, and her fingers were sticky. The sand was still warm, although the breeze was starting to cool off a bit.

“Let’s walk, yeah Lyddi?,” you asked, getting up from your large towel and brushing the sand off of your legs. She bounced around beside the towel, falling a few times onto the soft sand as she lost her balance. You held your hand out and smiled down at her, waiting for her to meet your eyes. She reached out without hesitation, allowing you to envelope her tiny hand in yours, and let you lead her down towards the water.

You walked across the gentle waves, only going far enough so that the incoming swells flowed across your feet and ankles. With each wave hitting the shore, Lydia giggled and gripped your hand firmly, picking her feet up as quickly as she could to run from the water as it approached, only to run back towards it when it receded. You bent down, releasing her hand to skim the ocean water, wetting your fingers to clean the berry juice from her face.

As you were wiping your thumb across the soft skin of her chin, you saw her eyes flicker to something behind you, down the beach. Her gaze was intent and focused, and you glanced over your shoulder to see what managed to catch her constantly fleeting attention. A group of four tall men coming down the beach, kicking a soccer ball amongst their group. Their laughter was just reaching your ears now, and they were coming close enough that you were able to make out their faces.

They were quite large, and all but one of them were shirtless. The image rang a bell: they looked like they could be some of the Quileute boys you’d heard Bella mention were her close friends. You knew the beach was on the local Quileute reservation, but it’d been relatively empty in the days you and Lydia had been spending there, and you’d only seen random tourists walking along the beach occasionally. Bella had complained jokingly to you that these friends of hers were annoyingly always shirtless, impossibly large and tall, and that her boyfriend Edward wasn’t the biggest fan of them.

You smiled when one of them looked down the beach towards you and Lydia, and he seemed to return a polite smile at first, but his face melted into an odd expression when your eyes met. It was an indecipherable look. A look you didn’t understand.

He stopped walking, his body halting while his friends continued to move down the beach ahead of him. For a moment, it almost seemed like he was about to wave or come towards you, as if he recognized you like an old friend. The peculiar expression lingered for a moment before he pulled his eyes away quickly, and you saw his mouth moving as he seemed to speak swiftly to the men around him. His friends stopped walking as well, all turning to face him with bewildered expressions. The eye contact between you had been longer than a typical interaction with a stranger, but you felt oddly unalarmed. You were struck with an odd sensation that felt like you recognized him too.

He was the tallest of the group, his shoulders wide & strong. His frame was long and lean, and he happened to be the only one wearing a shirt, though it was a black cut off tank that didn’t cover much of his chiseled musculature underneath. You brushed the encounter off as random and probably explainable, trying to ignore the odd and unfamiliar sensation that prickled across your entire body like electricity.

You turned back to Lydia, but her curious eyes were still locked on the group behind you, wonder filling her face. A smile crept onto your lips as you watched her blink, her long lashes framing her wide eyes. She was beautiful. She was always so curious, so interested. Strangers made her nervous, like any two year old, though, which is why you were utterly bewildered when she broke away from your grasp and started toddling down the shore towards the group of men. You shot up from your lowered position, chasing after her.

“Lydia!” you called, your feet picking up pace.

It was amazing just how fast a two year old could be when they suddenly decided they had a destination in mind. You caught her under the armpit just as she almost fell across the wet sand in her run, and your knees hit the soft sand as you almost fell yourself. You panted, holding onto her and unable to stifle back a laugh at the ridiculousness of the situation.

“What the heck! Lyd-,” you started, looking up from where you grasped her. She was frozen, staring up at something.

She’d managed to close the distance between the two of you and the men, quickly enough that the soccer ball they’d been passing around as they came down the beach was only feet away now. You followed her gaze, and saw two large hands come down to swiftly pick up the ball. Your eyes moved up more still, until they landed on the face of the man you’d just locked eyes with moments before.

His gentle brown eyes were wide, his jaw slack and his expression yet again incomprehensible. You still had a smile on your face, and his eyes flicked down to your grin, the corners of his own mouth lifting up slightly. He gestured toward you with the arm that held the soccer ball.

“You’re, uh, Bella’s cousin?” The sound of his voice was rough and deep. Your grin faltered to make way for the suprised expression that came across your face.

“Oh, uh, yeah! Um, you know Bella?” You asked, taking the brief moment to get back up onto your feet and readjust the flowy fabric of your sundress that had gotten ruffled up in the capturing of your tiny escapee. You still held Lydia’s hand, and she stayed unmoving by your side, watching the tall man with the same awed expression. A grin spread across his face, and his eyes maintained the same electric glow they’d had from the moment you’d looked at him.

“Bella’s one of my best friends, yeah. She’s told me a lot about you…and… uh Lydia, right?” He spoke gently, his eyes glancing down at the tiny human to your right. You looked down at her, too, and she smiled timidly up at the man, stepping slightly behind your leg shyly. You beamed back at him, nodding and running your fingers through the soft silky baby hair on the top of Lydia’s head.

“Yeah, this is Lydia,” you replied, ruffling her hair until a soft giggle fell from her lips.

“I’m Jacob Black,” he glanced beyond him briefly and jerked his thumb over his shoulder, “those are my buddies Quil, Embry, and Jared. You’re (Y/N)?”

You glanced briefly over to the other three men, though they were now immersed in their own mumbled conservation several yards away; one of them was watching you with interest and flashed a warm smile back at you.

You nodded, turning back to Jacob.

“That’s me,” you answered with a shrug and a smile. When you met his gaze again, his eyes were intense, almost pained, his pupils wide. That electric feeling ran through you again. The eye contact between the two of you lingered each and every time it occurred, as if it was an inconvenience to pull away from it for both of you. Jacob knelt down on one knee, tucking the soccer ball under his arm. His eyes only broke away from yours to glance down at Lydia, who was still watching him intently from her place next to your leg.

“Hi, Lydia, it’s nice to meet you,” he murmured gently, “I’m Jacob.”

There was a hesitation, and you were just about to encourage Lydia to say hello to Jacob, but to your surprise she broke away from you once more, ambling across the sand and reaching her arms out towards the soccer ball Jacob held under his arm. In her uncoordinated stumbling over the sand, she started to fall forwards. Before you could even begin to reach to catch her, one of Jacob’s large hands came out in a flash to support her, stopping her mid fall.

“Woah, buddy, careful there!” He exclaimed, a chuckle coming from his chest.

At the sound of his laughter, your baby beamed up at him, her expression suddenly delighted, and after a moment, a giggle erupted from her own little body.

Your eyes widened, shocked as you watched her laugh, Jacob’s large hand still holding her up off the sand. His eyes flickered to you as you broke into surprised laughter as well, and soon the three of you were a giggling mess. Lydia adored making adults laugh. It was the phase she was currently in: to laugh at everything anyone deemed amusing, and it was common that she would even fake laugh to get you to laugh, which would often result in a real fit of hysterics from the both of you

You were astonished that she’d warmed to a stranger so quickly, especially such a large man - a category of human that toddlers tend to decide is terrifying for no reason.

As the afternoon started to bleed into evening, you and Lydia got to know your new friends. Lydia was very opposed to moving away from them, interested in the soccer ball and jumping around in the sand. Jacob continued to stare intently at you every moment that his eyes weren’t required to be on something else, and you didn’t mind it. His energy was warm and gentle, and even his friends seemed to find his behavior entertaining, chuckling and whispering to eachother every time Jacob’s eyes lingered on you for a few seconds too long. You couldn’t help but feel the heat rush to your face with his stares. You hadn’t really felt this noticed by someone, a man, in what felt like forever. And he was absolutely noticing you. He was doing more than notice you. He was ogling at you, drinking the sight of you in like fresh air for a suffocating man. His eyes turned gentle and soft whenever they fell upon Lydia, and he spent the time as the two of you spoke truly attending to her and her endless toddler games, showing earnest interest in the shells she had picked up and started to stack on one of his feet.

“Oooh, wow, now that one’s pretty. Definitely my favorite one yet.” He carefully examined the newest purple shell Lydia had found and handed to him for inspection. She smiled and clenched her fists in excitement, eagerly racing to find more shells in the sand to bring to him.

His eyes slowly found their way back to yours as you sat beside one another. You smiled softly, and he returned it, the smile reaching his eyes and crinkling them gently.

There it was again, that electricity.

Six Months Later

It had been a whirlwind, these past six months. Meeting Jacob Black had changed life entirely for you and your daughter. After that night on the beach, you, Charlie and Bella had visited the Blacks’ home a few times, joining them for bonfires and pizza dinners whenever a hockey game was on tv. Bella seemed adamant that you visit Jacob often, even Charlie seemed surprised with how eagerly she encouraged you to join them and hang out with the Quileute boys. You’d met Jacob’s father, who seemed to welcome you into his family without hesitation within moments of meeting you. He had peered at you with an intensely inquisitive expression, something that reminded you of the odd gut feeling you hadn’t been able to shake…that your new acquaintances were far more interesting than they let on. There was just something about them, and it felt like a secret club you were looking in on, one that caused the hushed, private conversations that seemed to happen frequently in their presence. You’d spoken to Bella about your encounter with her friend right after that first night on the beach. As the rest of that week had passed, Bella had begun acting suspiciously around you. Within days of her odd avoidant behavior, she finally sat you down to tell you things that challenged your perception of the world, forever.

Vampires and werewolves.

Insanity, right?

Bella had explained her relationship with Edward, and you hadn’t believed it at first.

Like, at all. Who would?

In fact, you thought she’d been completely off her rocker, crazy.

That was, until she’d claimed that Jacob had something to do with it, too.

“You need to go talk to Jacob,” she’d urged, “only he can explain what you need to know.”

You’d been absolutely confused, unsure what Jacob Black had to do with anything, especially with this absurd tale of vampires.

“I’ll watch Lydia. Go,” she’d insisted, practically pushing you out the front door. You were insanely curious; you’d never had any reason to question Bella’s mental competence before, and with her frantic efforts to get you to talk to Jacob, you had to know what this was all about. You still of course doubted the absurd story, but wanted to get to the root of the craziness, naturally.

When you’d arrived at the Black’s house, it seemed Jacob was expecting you, and he’d grabbed your hand gently, pulling you towards his little makeshift garage in the back.

You’d spent hours with him that night. Jacob had tried, while his eyes watered and his voice shook nervously, to explain the wildly unbelievable, and yet somehow completely sensical and validating reality of his ancestral destiny.

“I know, (y/n). Please, believe me, I know this sounds crazy,” he’d said as he anxiously paced across the garage, his eyes flashing to your face for your reaction.

You’d shaken your head, trying to connect the dots in your mind. It matched up with the absurd story Bella had told you, only this time he was speaking of wolves, wolves with the instinctual duty to protect from the supposed vampires Bella become involved with deeply. Wolves that were not wolves, but men. Men that included Jacob and his friends.

“Come with me,” he’d finally insisted sternly as you’d silently refused to accept the words he spoke, staring at him dumbfoundedly.

He’d led you outside, to the dark treeline, and placed his hands up in front of him before you could protest.

“Listen, I know this is gonna be hard to see, (y/n). I didn’t wanna have to do this but I need you to understand. There’s so much more to this world than you think there is. Please,” he’d begged, pulling you into a tight hug, his eyes wildly urging yours to listen to him, his shaky voice reducing to a whisper against your hair, “I understand if you never, ever want to be a part of this. But you deserve to know.”

You’d shaken your head, bewildered.

“What are you talking about, Jake?”

He stood back and started to pull his pants down, and your eyes widened, your eyebrow cocking up in confusion. A smile flashed across his lips.

“Remember what I just told you. I’d never hurt you, okay?”

Your mind flickered to the story he’d just spent the last hour telling you, but your brain simply wouldn’t allow you to defy logic to consider the possibility that the man was truly actually about to turn into a wolf.

And yet, you stood there with your jaw slacked open and your eyes wide, your body frozen as he stepped back several feet, his body twitching and trembling and twisting oddly before…

A ripping sound rang out, a wildly violent sound that came from deep within his body. The sound echoed against the trees, before it fell hauntingly silent across the dark backyard. Within less than a moment, a massive red brown wolf was standing before you, his huge head only inches away from your face.

Your mind didn’t comprehend the sight, the reality too unreal and too intangible to wrap around and understand. Those same brown eyes you’d come to know and feel safe in stared back at you intently from the massive wolf’s face.

It was the last image you remembered before you’d fallen to the ground, slipping into a shock driven unconsciousness.

When you’d woken, you had been in Jacob’s bed, an ice pack being gently repeatedly pressed to your forehead and neck.

It had been a rude awakening, but one that had forced open your eyes to a world that quickly became home for you, lifting the veil of reality that you’d come know.

Jacob’s next explanation was that of the concept of imprinting. That night, after you’d settled and moved out of your state of shock, started speaking real words again, Jacob expressed why he felt it was necessary to expose you to his world. He’d explained the ancient way of imprinting, what it meant for him, what it meant for you. That first day on the beach, the way he’d look at you, that electricity. It all made sense now.

“It’s you, (y/n). Now that you’re here, I will follow you anywhere. Even if you don’t want to be part of this, I’ll always protect you and Lydia from afar. Always. I can’t imagine a world anymore without you, a life without you. The moment I saw you, I felt it. My heart was yours,” he’d murmured, his arms around you as he rubbed your back to calm your tremors that had come across your body as you tried desperately to adjust to your entirely new concept of existence.

That felt so long ago, now. You’d met the Cullens soon after you were welcomed into the world of the supernatural, joining Bella in her secretive lifestyle of hiding the direct truth from Charlie, only letting him in on what he absolutely needed to know. Charlie was over the moon that you and Jacob got together; he pissed Bella off with how openly he approved of your relationship with Jacob over hers with Edward. Jacob didn’t feel right having you live in a spare bedroom at the Swan house, and had practically demanded you move into a home on the reservation with him. He’d jokingly insisted that it wasn’t his fault, that the imprint had forced him to need you in his sight at all times. You didn’t resist, elated to finally feel welcome in a home with your Lydia. And it wasn’t hard - Jacob made that incredibly simple. He so openly loved Lydia nearly as much as he loved you. Sometimes, you wondered how deeply the imprinting had impacted him. He accepted it and took it on with respect. He never pressured you to be anything but there, in his life. He didn’t seem to mind in the slightest or even really notice how slowly you were allowing him into your heart. The relationship you had with Jacob had begun as a deep and true friendship, but the imprint connection was impossible to ignore, and there was undeniable attraction you felt for him, even beyond his beautifully kind heart and spirit. You held hands constantly, even before you’d established any sort of romantic connection. The first night Jacob had kissed you, you’d expressed your hesitation at pulling him into your life. You’d gotten used to men not wanting much to do with a single mom, after Noah had made it clear that you and Lydia were essentially a burden in his life. You were scared, not only for your own heart, but for Lydia’s. You couldn’t bear to bring another man into her life only for him to reject her like her father had. But Jacob? He’d adamantly refused to let your anxieties overcome you. He loved you, he’d insisted. All of you. Lydia was part of you. So, he loved her. It was that simple to him. He was often just as anxious when Lydia was out of his sight as when you were.

You remember the first time Lydia had called Jake ‘Dada’, several months after you’d been exposed to this world of fantasy. Lydia had gotten so comfortable with him, more comfortable than she’d been with any person, besides you, before. She babbled with excitement every time she heard you or Charlie or Bella mention him, and begged to see him frequently. Once you’d moved into the small red house with Jacob, she’d jump and squeal every time his truck pulled into the driveway at the end of the day.

That day she first said the word, you’d nervously glanced at his face, searching for his response.

She’d been holding his hand, walking along the shore at La Push. It was winter by this point, but Lydia needed her regular beach walk, and was bundled in her tiny red puffer jacket and white hat. She’d stooped down to pick up a shell, gripping it in her small fist, and jerked her hand out to him, dropping the shell into his hand.

“Dada!” She’d squealed as she waited for his approval of the shell.

His eyes had lit up and an expression of utter shock, which had quickly shifted into ecstatic bliss, moved across his features. His eyes had flashed to yours, and he clearly struggled, with everything in him, to hold back a massive grin. He was unsure of your reaction. Your eyes had melted back at him, and you were completely unable to resist the smile that crossed your lips. His dark eyes had turned glossy, and he’d looked back down at Lydia’s impatiently waiting face as she’d stared up at him, grasping the shell and embracing her in a massive bear hug. She’d laughed and shrieked, wrapping her tiny arms around his neck.

At Lydia’s 2nd birthday party, the whole pack had celebrated with you and Jacob at Billy’s house. The rest of the boys had happily taken on the role of proud uncles, practically fighting over who could hold her whenever you brought her over.

Life was peaceful, and you’d taken on a job at the La Push Farmer’s market. Childcare was a breeze now: on any given day while you were at work, either Sue & Charlie or Emily would eagerly babysit Lydia if Jacob was out on patrol or working his shift as a mechanic at the local bike shop. Lydia now had a family that was larger and more loving than you could have ever dreamed for her.

And you couldn’t ignore the fateful gift that you’d received too. Jacob Black was yours, and you were his. And you knew that, without a single doubt, he’d protect you and your daughter with relentless fervor for the rest of your lives.

You were safe. You were loved.

You were home.

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astraysimp · 6 months

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Heeeyyyyyyyyy. I’m back with another chapter of 9mitm! (This is also me trying to push through my current wave of depression and do something productive instead of cry….hehe..ye) HAVE TISSUES READY

<3 Summary: Chan was nervous about being a dad. Sure he knew he loved you, but you weren’t a couple (yet). But, seeing you with your newborn, introducing her to his band mates ,made him not nervous anymore

Warnings: fwb! To lovers , nervous channie, rest of skz meet baby Haneul, fluff, talk of hospital room(you’re still in hospital since you just had baby Haneul), baby talk, crying(HAPPY), talks of labor/delivery of a baby,fem!reader

Sorry if this is kinda bad…..I’m on the verge of tears as I’m writing this

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“I’m pregnant……and it’s yours. That’s all Chan could hear before he blanked out. You were pregnant and it was his baby. “I love you.” Was all you could hear, as you sat across from him on your couch. “What?” You had both said in unison, your jaws dropped. He took a deep breath in, not expecting that news. “H-how far along are you, y/nnie ?” He asked, looking down at your stomach. “About a month.” You whispered, nervously fiddling with your shirt’s hem. “How long have you been uh- in love with me,channie” You asked, looking up at him.Chan knew his answer, though. He’s loved you since the moment you agreed to be friends with benefits, seeing it as his only way to be intimate with you, without having to confess. He knew friends with benefits were supposed to be no strings attached, no feelings. And, that’s why he was scared when he felt himself fall for you. He was petrified. Softly, clearing your throat , you nodded. “Wow…..so it’s been a while,” you whispered. “I -i understand if you don’t feel the same. I just need to get it out there, it’s been eating me alive. I’ve loved you for so long, I want us to be together, you mean the world to me and I don’t want to lose you. He rambled and gently grabbed your hand.

Little did Chan know, you felt the same way, and like him you were too scared to confess.

Smiling, you reached your hand up to caress his cheek, taking him aback. “Oh, Channie. My sweet boy, I love you too. I’ve loved you since we made love for the first time.” You smiled, leaning to kiss his cheek,before pulling back. “Can I tell you something, my love?” You asked, running your thumb over his bottom lip. He nodded, pressing a kiss to the pad of your thumb. “Of course. Want to know everything you’re willing to tell me,” he smiled. “I have only been giving myself to you, and you alone. There is no one else, for me….ever.” You smiled, seeing his light up, a dimpled smile gracing his features before he pulled you in for a long kiss. “Oh honey girl, I haven’t been with or thought of anyone else, other than you. You’re it for me, and now we have a baby.” He smiled, whispering against your lips.

Not just a baby…….his baby.

Pregnancy wasn’t easy. The first trimester was aggressive on you, constantly hitting you with morning sickness, food aversions, mood swings. It was tiring on your body. You and Chan thought that it’d get easier , the further along you got. Some things did and some things didn’t. The further along you got, the more your body would ache, the less your normal clothes would fit. It was a rollercoaster. However, Chan was there through everything, suggesting you move in with him. So you did, when you were 5 months in—but, he practically moved you in with him right after you told him you were pregnant and in love with him.

The third trimester was,probably, the hardest. Moving was difficult, your bump making your back ache, with its weight . Your cravings were all over the place. You asking him, “Baby, can you get me pickles and ice cream,” at 3am or whatever weird combination you wanted. But,every time he smiled, placing a kiss to your bump, “what baby wants, baby gets,” was his reply and 5 minutes later, he’d return with your request. He thought he wasn’t nervous, until your water broke and you cried out, “Channie!The baby’s coming!”

He was nervous on the drive to the hospital, constantly glancing at you as you cried in pain. You writhed, “Channie, hurry, it hurts.” Speeding, he pushed the gas, weaving through traffic as his heart raced. “Okay, baby. I’ll go as fast as I can.” He said, nervously tapping the steering wheel.

Chan was nervous as you were administered into your room. A baby bassinet in the corner, birth certificate on the table, and you were in the bed, a fetal monitor and heart monitor around your stomach. His heart was pounding…..he was really going to be a dad. But, suddenly you cried out as a contraction coursed through you, causing you to hunch over in pain.”Channie! Chan it hurts!’ And he rushed to your side, grabbing your hand. “I know, honey. Just squeeze my hand, okay?” He cooed, as you tucked your head into his chest, feeling another contraction coming…

7 hours 28 minutes, that’s how long your labor had been.

7 hours of it being contractions, getting an epidural and you crying, writhing in pain as you waited to be the full 10cm dilated.. Chan was there through it all though. Holding your hands when you groaned in pain, as every contraction ripped through your body, an immense amount of pressure felt in your pelvis. He held your hand as you got your epidural,but seeing the needle made him nervous. It was a big needle, leaving a catheter in your back to administer the medication. The sight of the needle alone made him wince. How were you getting through this?

28 minutes

Then came the pushing and he was suddenly more nervous than before. In a matter of minutes, your baby would be here. You would be parents and he would be a dad. He was nervous. Chan was by your bedside the whole time, his hand —tightly— locked in yours. Your legs were held up, head burrowed into your chest as you cried. “Chan! I can’t do this, I can’t!’ You wailed, the pressure feeling too much. Whimpering softly, he kissed the top of your head , “you can do this baby. Our baby will be here soon.” He soothed, pressing a cool cloth to your forehead. You shook your head, looking up at him with tear filled eyes. “No , it hurts too much, Channie. Can’t do it,” you cried as he frowned at you. “My girl, you’re so strong and you’re doing so good. I’m right here and soon so will baby wolf be.” He smoothed your hair, as another urge to push came and you tucked your chin to your chest.

28 minutes and 10 pushes later, shrill cries sounded through the hospital room and a crying baby girl was placed on your chest. “Congratulations, you have a healthy beautiful baby girl,” the nurse smiled at you and Chan. All you could do was, cry, you hand coming up to rest on her back. “Hi angel, it’s mommy. I can’t believe you’re here,” you cried, as the nurses whisked her away, recording her length, weight and footprints. Soon enough, the nurse brought her back , swaddled in a soft pink blanket and a hat on her head. Gently laying the baby in your arms,”what’s her name?” With teary eyes, you and Chan replied. “Haneul.”

Haneul Bahng, 23 inches, 7lbs 10 ounces.

“Baby Bahng is here.”

He texted his group chat with his band members. He smiled and sat beside you on the bed.You placed Haneul into Chan’s arms, watching as he looked down at her,.She looked so small in his arms. Gently humming, Chan rocked Haneul in his arms. “Isn’t she lovely? Isn’t she wonderful? Isn’t she precious , less than one minute old.” He sang, looking at you before continuing. “And i never thought that we’d be making one as lovely as she. Isn’t she lovely,made from love?” He smiled. He sang that same song to you when you were still pregnant, feeling it fit you and him so well. He never thought he’d get to call you his, or father a baby with you. Sure, he’d dreamt of it, hoping it would someday happen but now it was reality.

Gently pressing a kiss to both yours and Haneul’s foreheads, he sniffled before he passed her back into your arms. “Hi my angel. Welcome to the world,” Chan whispered, as Haneul’s eyes opened, taking in the world around her. “Such a pretty girl, you are, Haneul.” He cooed, her big brown eyes looking back at him. You smiled as Chan reached a finger out to her, letting her hold it in her hand. “My precious girls.” But he still felt nervous. This was all so new to him.

20 minutes later, soft knocks hit the door and his band mates were peeking their heads in. “Hi. Can we come in?” Minho asked, with a soft smile on his face. Han nodded, holding a gift bag filled with baby stuff in his hand. “Yeah, I heard a special someone is here,” he added. Chan smiled, looking at you, where you were cradling Haneul in your arms. “Come in, guys. Be quiet though. Y/n is tired.” Chan said, as they all shuffled in. Hearing them enter, you looked up and smiled,”Hi guys. We have someone for you to meet,” you giggled. They all perked up, seeing the bundle in your arms, they set all their gifts down and rushed to your bedside.”Wah, she’s so tiny,” Changbin giggled, tearing up. Jeongin nodded, “she’s precious. Look at her little nose.”Nodding,Chan walked over, sitting on the other side of your bed.”Meet your niece, bros.” He smiled, leaning down to kiss your forehead. You smiled, sitting up and turning her to face them. “Guys…..meet Haneul Bahng.” You smiled, rocking her in your arms.

“Wah, she looks like a perfect mix of you and Chan hyung,”Felix cooed, watching as her eyes opened, looking at all of them. Hyunjin nodded, “She’s so quiet and small.” He whispered, reaching out to stroke a finger over her hand. “C-can I hold her?” Seungmin whispered, looking at you. Nodding your head, you smiled and gently placed her in his arms. “Careful, Seung,” you whispered as he smiled, blinking tears back. “Careful, you’re holding my world, there.”Chan interjected, gently pulling you into his side. Seungmin nodded, awestruck of how someone so small could have such a grip on him. “Hi, Haneul. I’m uncle Seungmin. I’ve waited so long to meet you.” He cooed, gently kissing her forehead. “Me next,” Felix smiled, arms already ready to hold Haneul. Seungmin, then, gently placed her in Felix’s arms. “ Hi angel girl, I’m your uncle Felix, but you can call me bbokie or uncle lixie.” He smiled and ran a finger over her cheek, ever so tenderly.

The next hour was spent by the rest of the band members taking turns to cuddle baby Haneul. Finally, she was gently placed back in your arms, as Chan sat beside you, his arm around your shoulders. “How does it feel, to be a parent?” Han asked, as they all looked at you and Chan. “It feels surreal. We’ve waited for so long and now that’s she’s here? It feels surreal but so amazing,” Chan said, as you nodded. “Yeah, to go from feeling her kicks and talking to her in my tummy, to actually holding her and seeing her little features, in person…..it’s such a beautiful feeling. Seeing how she grew with ultrasounds tells you that hey..I’m having a baby. But, getting to see her with my own eyes,and feel her skin with my hands, is surreal. It’s unreal.” You added, tearing up. It was true. Seeing the ultrasounds and feeling her kicks was nothing compared to having her in your arms.

Suddenly, seeing you with your baby, Chan felt his heart stop racing. He wasn’t nervous anymore. His dreams came true, he got you and now you have Haneul. He was ready to take on the new role of daddy. He could do this, as long as he had you by his side. Chan wasn’t nervous about changing dirty diapers, or waking up at 2 am to feed her. He was ready for it, because you would be with him experiencing it together.

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mybellyissofullandhard · 4 months

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Maddie’s labor story

(⚠️ graphic birth details, kidnapping mention)

Maddie's agonizing screams echoed through the basement as she struggled to cope with the pain. After enduring a year and a half of torture at the hands of her kidnapper, she was now faced with the consequences of his actions. Her body, now visibly pregnant, was stretched and swollen from carrying his child. As she walked around the small basement room, she wondered what was to come next. The only items in the room were a small kitchen, a bathroom, and a mat that served as her bed. She frantically gathered towels and other essentials, preparing for what she knew would be a difficult and dangerous delivery. Despite the fear and uncertainty, she filled the bathtub with warm water and braced herself for the intense contractions that ripped through her body. As she bent over a chair, another wave of pain washed over her and she let out a guttural groan.

She tried to relax her mind and focus on her breathing, but the fear of giving birth alone in a basement was overwhelming. She prayed for someone to find her and help her through this terrifying experience. Suddenly, she felt a sharp pain and her water broke. The fluid soaked her socks, bringing her back to the reality of her situation. She knew she had to act fast and get to a safe place to deliver her child. With every wave of pain, she limped closer to the bathtub and undressed, left with nothing but her bra. She got in and prepared herself for a very long night.

She sat in the tub alone, letting the warmth of the water envelope her body. As she relaxed, she couldn't help but notice her bulging stomach peeking out of the water. After about 20 minutes, she shifted positions, sitting up on her knees and leaning over the tub. The pain in her body was becoming unbearable, and she couldn't help but let out a moan as she tried to find some relief.

She was scared, alone, and in unimaginable pain. Her body was shaking as she struggled in the cold, dark basement. The warm water didn’t seem to be doing much anymore. She couldn't help but glance over at the blood-stained water, a constant reminder of the trauma she was enduring. She felt overwhelmed and wanted to give up, but she knew that she had no choice.

The sharp pain in her stomach intensified, causing her to grasp the side of the tub in agony. As the pain spread, she instinctively widened her knees, feeling the first urge to push. Suddenly, a loud shriek escaped her lips as she squatted back down and began to push with all her might.

She took a break from pushing and sat back down, catching her breath. Her back was against the bath wall and her legs were spread. As she sat, she could feel the next contraction beginning to take hold.

Her breathing quickened as she felt the pressure building in her lower abdomen. She quickly sat up in a push at the rush of another contraction. Her hands gripping the edge of the tub. She looked down as the water took in more blood.

She stopped pushing at the end of the contraction, feeling defeated and exhausted. She leaned over the end of the tub, tears streaming down her face, and started to sob. The thought of going through more pain and exhaustion was too much for her to handle. She just wanted it to be over.

She slowly stood up, feeling the weight of her pregnant belly as she grasped the edge of the bathtub for support. The warm, comforting water was now lukewarm and she knew it was time to move on to a different position. She slowly stood up, feeling the weight of her pregnant belly as she grasped the edge of the bathtub for support.

She felt the pain of the contraction and braced herself for the next one. As she stood up, her body tensed and she put all her energy into pushing. Her leg on the side of the tub helped her find leverage and she pushed with all her might.

With adrenaline pumping through her body, she got out of the tub and frantically rushed around the room for towels.

She could feel the weight of her unborn child pressing down on her and her heart raced with fear.

As the labor pains intensified, she began to lay towels on the ground. In between contractions, she would pause and take deep breaths to manage the pain.

She got down on all 4’s. Her pregnant belly hanging from her body. At the next contraction she pushed hard.

She could now feel the immense pressure of her baby moving down rapidly down to her vaginal canal, as the contractions intensified. She took deep breaths and braced herself.

She screamed in pain as she pushed harder, feeling as the baby's head slowly ripped through her vagina. The crowning was happening very slowly, causing intense pain and discomfort. But she continued to push.

As the baby's head emerged, she quickly reached down and pushed her flaps back. She felt the top of the babies head slowly emerge as she pushed with all her might. With each push, the baby's head moved closer and closer until finally, the head plopped out. Hanging from her body. She put her now bloodied hand and rested for a moment. As the next contraction hit, she let out a loud cry of agony and pushed harder than ever. With a final burst of energy, she lifted her leg and the baby came splurging out, crying loudly as it took its first breath. She lifted up the baby in utter shock, not knowing what to do. She was completely humiliated. She sat there as the babies cry’s filled the room.

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brf-rumortrackinganon · 17 days

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I've always been Team Surrogacy, but what you mentioned from Spare about getting an epidural makes me wonder. I didn't know about that tidbit, only the bath and the nitrous. If she's the best/only mom to ever mom, why wouldn't she claim to have a natural birth? Strange for her not to cosplay that bit from Kate and lean fully into earth mama perfection.

Another anon corrected everyone's understanding about the bath. Popular conception (which I confess to believing as well because it's been so long since I read Spare) is that Meghan had an epidural and then delivered Archie in a water bath.

That isn't what happened. What happened, according to Spare (and I went back and double-checked anon's recounting with my bootleg copy of Spare), is that first Meghan had a bath to help with her pain management. While she was in the bath, Harry was getting high on the laughing gass. The bath-as-pain-management didn't work so she had to get an epidural. The epidural wore off and Meghan required a second epidural. Then the baby was born.

But there are even flaws in this version as well. I have never heard of anyone getting two epidurals during labor and delivery. And in fact, the quick research I've done on NHS recommendations for epidurals is that only one should be administered. So that's odd.

What's also odd, if not alarming, is that a woman who had such a traumatic birth - according to Spare, Archie had gotten stuck and was wrapped in the umbilical cord and there was discussion of an emergency c-section - and such a difficult labor that she required two epidurals was allowed to go home less than two hours later?

Not even Kate did that. Kate went home 7 hours later with Charlotte and Louis (she stayed overnight with George), and it was understood she had textbook no-complications labors and births.

#sussexes #pregnancy #spare

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theold-ultraviolence · 1 year

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So now that we’ve seen modern dad aemond, could we please also see canon dad aemond? 🥰 (also maybe how/if he would react differently to a son vs a daughter, if you think he would) tia!

We most certainly can, friend! thank you for asking! Like I've said, dad!Aemond is something I enjoy reading a lot but never thought to venture into it myself. Here goes!

Dad!Aemond headcanons

Ever the dutiful son, the prospect of extending the bloodline was a certainty in Aemond's mind.

But he rarely thought about it, always considering it a distant event. He never thought of himself as a parent or imagined how he'd be. He didn't have the greatest examples after all. And because he thought he'd be betrothed to someone he didn't love, he was less than enthused about children.

But he married you.

He married you and now his whole world changed.

The first year, he was content with being alone with you. He wanted to bask in your presence, to thoroughly enjoy yourselves before adding another person into the mix.

But as soon as that last year was through, whenever he bedded you, some primal feeling began to seep inside his mind each time he made the conscious decision to cumming inside of you instead of pulling out like he'd been doing before.

It was all fun and games but when the Maesters told you you were with child, it all became so real. And he began to worry.

Could he be a good father? a loving one? or would he damn his child to a fate similar to his own? He bowed to be better than Viserys, but of course, it was all easier said than done. Especially when your pregnancy had been so difficult.

He worried constantly about you; it seemed the pregnancy had brought more anguish to you than joy. You were constantly in pain, and the delivery was complicated. He thought he was going to lose you, so he bowed that you would only have one child. He couldn't put you through this pain again, couldn't risk losing you.

Then finally, she came into the world.

Time stopped, the moment the baby was cleaned up and wrapped in a fine cloth, then placed into his arms. His heart had never beat this quickly, and he'd never known a tenderness like this.

She was the tiniest little being he'd ever seen in his life, the tiniest thing he'd ever had in his arms. What he felt was a rush of anxiety but also an overwhelming amount of love.

Elaena Targaryen was born, to a man that had suddenly become the most loyal, protective, and loving parent in the whole realm.

Because you'd suffered so much pain during childbirth, he had no problem with letting you heal and relax and preoccupy himself with the baby's care. He wanted to do everything himself, not trusting the Maesters or handmaids with anything whatsoever.

Sometimes he's a little too overprotective, and you have to calm him down and talk some sense into him. Assure him that nothing would ever harm Elaena when both of you are around, but that he needs to let her explore and discover the world on her own sometimes, otherwise she'll grow to resent him.

Still, when she's playing in the gardens, he keeps a watchful eye over her.

Elaena takes after her father in many ways. She's well-behaved and mostly calm, but she's adventurous like you. She's also very loving, and loves to be in her parent's embrace at all times.

Though she has most of Aemond's physical features, all her mannerisms and quirks are yours. During the first two years of her life, he was endlessly amazed at learning more and more about her, to see her personality develop and mirror that of her mother. As if Aemond didn't love her enough already.

When Elaena is two years old, something unexpected happens.

You find out you're with child again. An accident this time, but certainly a welcomed one.

This pregnancy leaves you even weaker than the last. You're convinced, at some point during labor, that you're not gonna make it. But by gods, you push through, if only thanks to Aemond's strong will, holding on to your hand the entire time and begging you to stay with him.

Finally, with fierce cries, Aeron Targaryen is born.

And Aemond is just, speechless. He was so used to being the father of a girl, that the prospect of raising a boy suddenly made him mad with glee. He was instantly curious about the personality of his boy, if he was going to be as calm as he himself had been, or if he was going to be mischievous like Aegon, brave like Daeron. Would he connect with son, as easily as he had with his daughter?

He didn't much time to think about it on the spot because suddenly, the Maesters were urging you to push! Again?

And in came his third child, Vaella.

Twins!

As he held both children in each of his arms, he didn't quite know what to do with himself. He thanked the Gods for this wonderful gift and thanked you for blessing him with three loving children. For giving him all the love he always yearned for, and that he thought he'd never get.

He never knew love could just, keep on growing like this. He was afraid of taking something from Elaena and making her feel left out, but it wasn't the case at all.

Elaena, even for her young age, was excited and very caring to her siblings.

Aemond used to think that happiness could only be found on dragonback, or in the solitude of the library.

But now he knows that happiness is a lazy morning in bed, surrounded by his wife and his three children, who want their father to tell them stories while holding them close. In their eyes, Aemond is the greatest man in existence. Period.

Happiness is a sunny day out by the shores that surround the Red Keep, with the sound of his children's laughter mixing in with the splashing of ocean waves.

It's when he watches Elaena on her first ride with Vaghar, and even better when she rides her own dragon.

When Aeron beats him during a sword match when he’s still a preteen, and then, when he beats everyone that defies him in tourneys by the time he’s a young adult.

And when Vaella fills his desk with drawings, as the calmer and quieter of the two children. When her two siblings yearn to go on adventures and see the world, Vaella wants nothing more than to stay home with her father. Taking walks with him through the gardens or roaming around the city, hidden with cloaks.

Aemond thinks he used to know pride, after riding the largest dragon in the world, being well versed in history and philosophy, and being the most agile swordsman in the realm.

But pride is when he stands during a family gathering, with Elaena by his right; a far graceful dragon rider than he. Strong and protective of her parents and younger siblings. Shooting death glares to anyone who dared looked at Aemond wrong.

Aeron to his left; intelligent and brave, more cunning than Aemond ever hoped to be, able to outwit whoever doubted him, and get back at those who spoke ill of his father with polite yet deathly responses. Though he was kind and had a strong bond with his mother. Just like Aemond and Alicent.

And young Vaella, forever holding onto Aemond’s hand, the most attached to her father out of the three. The most creative and calm spirit Aemond had ever known. She brought peace into his household when Elaena or Aeron’s temper got a hold of themselves. She’s Aemond’s eternal companion during the night, both cuddling against one another while reading a book.

#aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen headcanons #i know that tag is for patch but that's where all the dog dad!aemond content goes to sa;kdflkjf #aemond targaryen x you #aemond targaryen x reader #headcanons #aemond targaryen hcs #hotd #house of the dragon #fanfiction #aemond targaryen fanfiction #ewan mitchell #my writing #aemond's children

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nicoline1998enilocin · 7 days

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Happy Birthday, Daddy!

PAIRING || Boyfriend!Dad!Young!Tony Stark x Girlfriend!Mom!Fem!Reader

WORDCOUNT || 9K

SUMMARY || Saying goodbye to your boyfriend and twins will never be easy, but knowing you're leaving right before Tony's birthday makes it even more difficult. However, he doesn't know that you're going to surprise him on his birthday, and when you show up on his special day, it will become a day he will never forget.

RATING || Explicit (E)

TAGS || Canon divergence. No powers AU. Everyone lives AU. Modern AU. Young!Tony Stark. Dad!Tony Stark. Established relationship. Kid fic.

WARNINGS || Tearful goodbyes. Use of nicknames. Use of Y/N. Reader is described as tattooed. Referenced insecurities. Talk about conceiving, labor, and delivery. Explicit sexual content.

SMUT || Daddy kink. Praise. Marking. Hickies. Hair pulling. Nipple play. Grinding. Fingering. Oral sex (F receiving). Unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!). Multiple orgasms. Cream pie. Cockwarming. Aftercare.

A/N || This one-shot is written in honor of the birthday of my greatest love, Tony Stark, and of course, this story has to be part of my favorite little AU. I want to thank @ccbsrmsf1 for everything you do for me, and I could not have written this without your support. Eu te amo 💙

EVENTS Masterlist || @fandom-free-bingo Maritime May || Body Art Masterlist || @kinky-things-happen || Marking

All graphics are made by @nicoline1998enilocin

Main Masterlist || Tony Stark Masterlist || AU Masterlist

Usually, being away from your family - your boyfriend Tony and your twins, Hudson and Orion - is acceptable for you. Still, today is different, as this will be the first time you won't be sharing Tony's birthday all together. Instead, you must go for a work trip you can't get out of, and he's now dropping you off at the airport with the twins.

"Are you sure you have to leave soon, Sunshine? I'm not sure I can miss you on my birthday," Tony said with a slight pout. He's holding your hands, squeezing softly as he looks into your eyes. Hudson and Orion are strapped in their stroller as they happily babble away with one another.

"I'm sure, My Love. But I'll be back before you know it," you tell him as you get up on your tiptoes, capturing his lips with yours in a soft, sweet kiss that sets your insides on fire. Instead of pulling away, however, Tony gently grabs your face as he slowly deepens the kiss, leaving you breathless momentarily.

"W-what was that for?" you ask shyly, a burning sensation forming in your flushed cheeks.

"Nothin', I just felt like kissing my girl," he says with a smirk, and you're practically melting on the spot with those words. Before you can say anything, he leans in again. He bumps his nose against yours before kissing you again, his lips melding with yours effortlessly.

"I'm so lucky to have you and our little family," Tony whispers as he pulls away, a slight tremble in his voice as he knows the goodbye is getting closer by the minute.

"Oh no, I'm the lucky one, My Love. I wouldn't be standing here today with our beautiful Munchkins without you. Ti amo amore mio," you tell him, and his eyes widen as he hears the Italian words slip from your tongue.

"Ti amo, mio sole," Tony tells you in a soft voice, feeling overwhelming emotions as he pulls you in for another kiss. He can't stay away from you or your soft lips for too long, needing as much time tasting you as he possibly can.

"Can I say goodbye to your babies now?" you ask jokingly, and Tony agrees with a chuckle. He lets you go, so you bend down to grab Orion first while Tony gets Hudson out of his side of the stroller.

"Mommy is going to miss you so much, Babygirl!" you tell your three-year-old daughter, Orion.

"I miss you too, Mommy," she says in a small voice as she places her head on your shoulder and her chubby arms around your neck. As she melts into your warmth, Hudson also stretches his arms out, needing to be held by you.

"Me too, Mommy! I miss Mommy," he tells you before doing the same as his sister so you can cuddle both simultaneously. While they do this, you must try your hardest not to cry as you fight against the tears threatening to escape.

"I will miss you too, Babyboy. But I promise to call you daily and will return before you know it. Until then, you two get to play with Daddy, Gramps, and Glamma every day!" you try to tell them excitedly, but they pull themselves closer to your body.

"It's okay, Sunshine; you don't have to stay strong all the time," Tony whispers against your forehead as his lips brush against it, tears flowing down his cheeks as you let yours flow, too. Each goodbye is hard, but this one takes an even bigger toll on you and your boyfriend.

"I love all three of you so much, I can't even begin to tell you. But I promise to be back as soon as I can, okay? And I'm sorry I won't be home on your birthday, My Love. I wish there were more I could do," you tell him, though you don't mention that you plan to surprise him on his special day.

"You don't have to say sorry, Sunshine. You have tried everything you could, and we will FaceTime extra long on my birthday, just like we promised," he tells you, and you nod.

All four of you stay like this for as long as you possibly can, but now, it's time for you to leave; otherwise, you will miss the window to board the plane.

While you strap Hudson back into the seat, Tony's holding a sniffling Orion. These goodbyes always hit her the hardest, and even though Hudson doesn't like seeing you leave either, it's nothing compared to the way his sister feels about you going.

"I love you, my beautiful Babyboy," you whisper before kissing his cheek, making him giggle. Then it's Orion's turn to say goodbye and be put into the stroller, which she accepts.

"And I love you too, my beautiful Babygirl," you tell Orion before giving her a big kiss on her cheek, and she smiles through the tears as you pull away.

"And, of course, I can't forget about you, My Love. Because I love you more than anything in this world," you tell him before pulling him into a big hug, and he pulls you close against his body. His hands are fisted into the oversized hoodie you're wearing - his hoodie, to be exact - as he inhales small whiffs of your perfume.

"I love you so much, Sunshine. And I can't wait to have you back in my arms again in two weeks," he tells you in a small voice. After a few last hugs and more kisses, you let go of your boyfriend, ready to head through the check-in and towards your flight.

As you walk to the check-in line, you constantly look back to see all three of them looking and waving at you, and a giant smile appears on your face as they do. You wave back when you can, and once you're all checked in, you turn back one last time.

You raise both arms above your head to wave to all three of them and send them air kisses for as long as you can see them. Hudson and Orion are waving like crazy, and Tony mostly sends kisses through the air between waves until you're out of sight.

Tony feels the lump in his throat tighten as he looks at you as you walk around the corner. He grabs the stroller with his twins to turn around, but before he can do that, you run around the corner to wave one last time, and he waves back with a significant smile.

"Let's go home, Munchkins. Gramps and Glamma will be more than happy to see your sweet faces again," he tells the twins, who immediately get excited at the thought of seeing their grandparents.

Leaving your family behind always sucks, but the reunion is going to be more than worth it, especially when it comes at an unexpected moment for one of you, but you don't get to worry about that for another week. You will have to cross that bridge when you get to it.

You've been busy with work and planning the biggest surprise of Tony's birthday for the last week and a half. You've been constantly texting Howard and Maria to get everything in order, and now you're waiting on the airplane back home.

You get up at around 5 AM to get ready, as you must board the plane at 8:30 AM. This has been quite a challenge, seeing as you're not a morning person in the slightest. Despite this, you have arrived at the airport bright and early and are now sipping on a steaming cup of coffee while waiting.

As you're still trying to wake up, you grab your phone out of your bag and open the messages to look at the cute photo Tony sent you yesterday right after dinner. It's a picture of Hudson and Orion having smeared spaghetti sauce all over their faces and noodles in their hair, as well as the biggest, brightest smiles you've ever seen as they look at one another with pure happiness.

As you save the photo to set as your background, you think about how lucky you are to have two amazing children with the man you have fallen hard and deep for. Tony, Hudson, and Orion complete your world, and you couldn't have wished for a better life after moving to New York.

Before putting your phone away, you send Tony a message wishing him a happy birthday and telling him how much you miss him and your babies. Right after hitting 'send,' you're being called to board the plane. Perfect timing.

MEANWHILE, AT THE STARK HOUSEHOLD

Tony woke up a little earlier than usual. After slipping into his comfortable sweatpants, a simple shirt, and glasses, he was on his way to wake up your son and daughter. While walking to their bedroom, he's already smiling from ear to ear as he can't wait for the love he'll get from them.

"Good morning, Munchkins!" Tony says as he cracks open their door. Much to his surprise, it's not Hudson but Orion who's awake and ready to start the day. She's usually not a morning person, which is a trait she definitely inherited from you.

"Happy birthday, Daddy!" Orion says softly as she holds out her arms, ready for Tony to gather her for a much-needed cuddle this early morning. As he gets comfortable on her bed, Orion settles on his lap, and your boyfriend can't help but notice the resemblance between you and her, making his heart skip a beat.

"Good morning, Babygirl," Tony whispers before smoothing her long, dark hair out of her face and kissing her forehead, making her smile at the itchy feeling of his facial hair. Tony smiles into the kiss, a flurry of butterflies going wild in his stomach.

Tony gets lost in his thoughts momentarily as they're taken over by the love he feels for his amazing children. They have brought more joy and love than he could ever have imagined, and sharing that love with you makes it perfect.

Suddenly, Tony feels the bed shift, and he opens his eyes to see Hudson's bright smile and messy curls as he joins them on the bed. Your boyfriend allows him to get comfortable on his lap alongside his sister.

"Happy birthday, Daddy," Hudson mumbles as he settles, his eyes falling shut as sleep threatens to take over again. With a large smile, Tony places his head against the wall behind him, feeling more fortunate than ever. However, the only thing that would make today even better would be if you were here to complete his day.

"I love you both so much; do you two know that? I'm so lucky to be your Daddy, and today, I feel even luckier because I got to spend my birthday with the two of you," Tony tells them with a large smile.

"We're lucky too, Daddy," Orion says, and Tony brushes her hair out of her face again, looking at the flush on her cheeks. It makes him think of you, as he loves how you look with flushed cheeks after he compliments you.

"Yes, we're lucky because you're our Daddy, and Mommy is our Mommy!" Hudson then tells Tony, who can't help but smile like an idiot at their words before pulling them tight against his body. The three of them stay like this for just a few more minutes until it's time to prepare for breakfast.

"Daddy loves you both very much, but I can tell you two are having some hungry tummies! I can even hear one of them roaring with the need for delicious waffles!" Tony says as he tickles both of them on their sides, making them squeal from laughter.

Both Hudson and Orion quickly wiggle out of Tony's grasp to escape the tickles, and they're ready to get dressed and have their hair done. Orion is wearing a dress with a unicorn - her favorite - while Hudson is wearing a matching set of dinosaur clothes.

"If you two go and ask Glamma to do your hair, I will get ready and make you two some breakfast," Tony says, and with a pat on their butts, he sends them out of the room before doing a quick tidying of their bedroom, and then it's time for him to get dressed and ready for the day.

Tony opts to wear a relatively simple outfit today. The weather promises to be excellent, and he'll most likely be swimming in the pool this afternoon with the twins to cool off. Combined with his glasses and tied-back hair, he looks at himself approvingly in the mirror before breakfast.

However, before he does, he decides to look at his phone, and much to his surprise, there's a message from you. He didn't expect to hear this early from you, but he smiles from ear to ear as his eyes read over the message.

Sunshine ☀️ 💛 >> Good morning, My Love! ❤️ I wish you the happiest birthday today, and I can't believe you're turning 25 without me! I deeply miss you and the Munchkins and look forward to our FaceTime call tonight. I love you so much, and I can't wait to be home again with you all ❤️

Tony can't stop smiling as he reads the message, his bottom lip pulled between his teeth as he thinks about everything he has planned during your shared FaceTime call tonight. After a short moment, he texts you back with a thank you, how much he misses you, and a thousand I love you's, and then it's officially time to head down for breakfast.

"Happy birthday, Daddy!" Hudson and Orion enthusiastically say as Tony walks into the large dining room. He's greeted by all the decorations Howard and Maria have used to decorate the house and his twins, who are happily bouncing in their places.

"Thank you both so much!" Tony says as he smiles widely and sits on his knees for some more cuddles with the twins. Maria takes plenty of pictures to send you later, which will be the highlight of your day once you land.

After both Hudson and Orion have gotten a big kiss on their chubby, rosy cheeks, Tony goes to Howard for a hug and his birthday congratulations.

"Happy birthday, Son. I'm sorry Y/N can't be here today with us, but I'm sure she'll be thinking of you from the other coast," Howard says as he pulls Tony close, and Tony nods and sighs softly. This is his first birthday without you, and it feels like a piece of his soul is missing while you're gone.

"Thank you, Dad. I appreciate it," Tony says before pulling away. Then it's Maria's turn. She has to stand on her tiptoes to wrap her arms around her son's neck, but she doesn't mind.

"Buon compleanno, bambino," Maria whispers in Tony's ear, and he smiles widely at the words. Each year, his Mom wishes him a happy birthday in Italian, making him warm and fuzzy. They share something unique and something he looks forward to every year.

"Grazie mamma. Ti amo," Tony whispers, and Maria hugs him tighter at his words. She's the first one to let go, but before Tony can go too far, she grabs his cheeks and kisses his forehead, and Tony smiles at the touch.

"Although Y/N isn't here today, she still wanted you to have something special to wish you a happy birthday," Maria says. She turns her son around to find Hudson and Orion holding a card and a small present.

"It's for you, Daddy! From Mommy," Hudson says as he gives Tony the card, and Tony can feel a lump forming in his throat.

"Thank you, Baby Boy," he whispers as he takes it and carefully opens the envelope. Inside is a card with photos of you and him throughout your relationship and a few with the twins. He opens it to find a beautifully handwritten note from you.

My Love,

Even though I cannot be with you today, I want you to know I think about you every second. I hope you will make today a day never to forget, as you only turn 25 once, and I am happy to celebrate you when I'm back in New York.

Thank you for everything you have done for me over the last couple of years, as I know I wouldn't be where I am today without your support and love. Seeing you go from a sweet, shy boy to the most loving, fantastic father anyone could wish for has filled my heart with endless joy, and I cannot wait to see where the rest of our lives will take us.

I want you to know that I love you with all my heart and soul, and I can't imagine living without you. With all my heart, I love you, Tony. I can't wait to see you again.

Love you forever and always,

Your Sunshine ☀️

As Tony reads the card, he can feel the tears burning in the corners of his eyes as he smiles widely. A sniffle escapes before he can help himself, and he wipes away the tears slowly trickling down his cheeks.

"No being sad, Daddy," Orion said softly, and he shook his head.

"Sometimes it's okay to be sad, Babygirl. I really miss Mommy today, which makes me sad. But there's nothing wrong with being sad and crying. We can't always be strong, even when it's our birthday," Tony says, and she nods.

"We miss Mommy too," Orion says before hugging Tony again, and Hudson joins in on the hug before confirming his sister's words. Tony sighed deeply as he took in the moment, allowing them to pull away when needed.

"I love you too so much, and I'll be sure to FaceTime Mommy tonight with the two of you, okay?" he asks, and they happily agree, the sadness already forgotten.

"Here, Daddy," Orion then said, and she gave him a small package wrapped in beautiful paper with hearts on it. As he unwrapped it, he found a lovely family photo taken last Christmas, in which the entire family was wearing matching Christmas pajamas. In front are Tony and you, together with the twins, and Howard, Maria, and Virginia are behind the four of you, completing the photo.

He's smiling from ear to ear as he looks at the photo, but he can't take his eyes off you. Your bright smile and beautiful eyes have him falling in love all over again, and his heart beats faster as his eyes roam over your visible tattoos.

"My beautiful Sunshine," Tony whispers as he looks at you for a few more short moments, and then it's officially time for breakfast. Maria has prepared a large stack of waffles with many toppings, and the twins get to indulge in something sweeter today because it's a special day.

After cutting up the waffles for Hudson and Orion and putting them on their plates, Tony asks his Mom, "What's on your mind, Mamma?"

“Not much, il mio bellissimo figlio. I've just been thinking about how fast you're growing up," she says with a small smile, thoughts of the day he was born flooding back. The happiness they felt when they found out they were expecting a baby, and how amazing it was to hold Tony in their arms for the first time.

"You're turning 25 today but will always be my beautiful baby. I was thinking about the day you were born and how happy your Papà and I were when we held you for the first time. How loved I felt in that moment when you grabbed my finger," she says as tears form in the corner of her eyes, a smile tugging at her lips. Howard nods as he listens intently to his wife, love clearly visible on his face.

Tony can't help but tear up, too, as he felt the same way when he saw his beautiful twins for the first time. Holding them for the first time has been a highlight of his life, and he will cherish it forever.

"And now, you have your amazing children with the most loving and sweet girl to grace the face of the earth. Every day, I thank my lucky stars for how your life turned out," she says, and Tony is utterly speechless at her words.

"Seeing you grow up and become the man you are today is such a blessing for us, Tony, and I am proud of you. There's not a day that goes by in which I'm not proud to be your father and to see you take care of your Munchkins the way you do, even without Y/N by your side, shows us how devoted you are, and it truly warms our hearts. You give them everything we gave you and more, and to see that makes us the happiest, proudest parents," Howard adds.

Instead of saying anything, he gets up and walks over to their side of the table to hug them both. Howard first, and Tony cannot thank him enough for everything.

"I love you, Dad," Tony says, and Howard smiles at him before saying his I love you to his son. Then, it's time for Maria to get a hug, and she can't help but burst into tears when she holds her son. Like Howard, Tony also lets out a few tears of his escape.

"Ti amo, Mamma," Tony says after Maria pulls away. When she's calm, he bends down to kiss her cheek, which makes her beam up at her son. He might be quite a bit taller than her, but that doesn't matter. He will always be her little boy, and her love for him is indescribable.

"Ti amo, Anthony," she whispers as she softly caresses his cheek, and then it's time for breakfast. Hudson and Orion have been happily munching on the waffles Tony cut up for them, and they're enjoying every second of the special breakfast today.

After breakfast, Tony spends most of his time playing with the twins and talking to his parents until it's time for lunch outside and swimming after. While Tony is in the shallow end of the pool - Hudson and Orion both in their pool floaties - and Maria is dangling her feet in the water, Howard is on his way to pick you up from the airport, though Tony doesn't know that. Yet.

The moment you pick your suitcase off the large luggage belt, you let out a sigh of relief. Your flight was delayed for over an hour, meaning you're home later than you would have wanted, but those thoughts immediately melt away when you think about the fact that you'll see your boyfriend and babies again soon.

Once everything is accounted for, you walk towards the doors leading to the large arrivals hall, where family, friends, and acquaintances are waiting for people to get off the plane - and where Howard is waiting to pick you up.

As soon as the doors slide open, you search for your father-in-law, and you don't have to search long before you see his bright smile, which makes you smile in return. With a bit of a jog, you approach him before he pulls you in a tight hug.

"Welcome home, Y/N," Howard says as you melt into his arms. From the moment you met him, he has treated you like his daughter and stepped in where your father has been absent from your life. He's the father you've always longed to have.

Once you let him go, ask, "Hi, Howard. How's everyone doing back home?" He immediately puts on a mischievous smile.

"He doesn't suspect a thing, but keeping it a secret has been difficult. I had to tell them I "forgot" something at the store to go and pick you up just now," he says, making you laugh.

"I'm glad to be home again and to see everyone, too. I'm sure his reaction will be priceless," you tell Howard, who nods in response.

Before you know it, you're seated in his truck on the way to their house, and with every mile you're getting closer, you're also getting a bit nervous about his reaction. You don't want to keep secrets from him and ultimately know it's for the best, but that doesn't make it any less difficult.

"Penny for your thoughts?" Howard says after you've been zoned out for a while.

"Hm? Sorry- I just zoned out," you tell him apologetically, and he gives a reassuring smile in return.

"Been thinking about Tony's reaction; maybe he won't like me showing up out of nowhere after telling him countless times I won't be here today," you say softly, and Howard listens for a moment.

"And what gives you that feeling?" he asks, and it's your turn to let his words sink in with you.

"I-I'm not sure; he has never given me that feeling, but I guess it could be past experiences..." you tell your father-in-law as your voice trails off near the end.

"Well, I can assure you that Tony will be thrilled to see you today. When reading your card this morning, he cried and told Orion it was okay to cry, of course. He misses you so much, and he can't wait to have you in his arms again," Howard says, and your heart simultaneously seems to go faster and skip a beat at his words.

"Really?" you ask, and Howard nods.

"Really. He loves you so much, Y/N, and he's very lucky to be with you if you ask me. And Hudson and Orion are fortunate to have you both as their parents, as they couldn't have possibly had a more loving set of parents than the two of you."

You swallow the lump in your throat before speaking again. "Thank you, Howard, that means the world," you whisper, and the rest of the trip home is spent with light conversation between you two.

The moment Howard pulls up into the driveway of their house, your heart starts beating faster, and the butterflies in your stomach go wild as the seconds seem to turn into hours.

"Ready?" Howard asks, and you nod.

Tony is seated on a large blanket in the grass, underneath a large beach umbrella, with Hudson and Orion while Maria sets up the dinner for everyone. This arrangement is perfect; she can set an extra plate just for you.

Howard walks into the house before you, and you quickly slip into the bathroom to freshen up. While you're doing that, Howard says he got what was missing and that dinner can finally be finished, so he, Tony, Hudson, and Orion get ready to sit at the dinner table. Your boyfriend is facing the door, which you will walk through in a few short moments. Once Maria gives you the all-clear on your phone, you take a few more deep breaths and walk through the house, straightening your dress as you walk towards the large garden.

"We have one more surprise for you today, Angioletto," Maria says, looking at her son with an adorationful look, and Tony can't help but smile. The bond they share is near and dear to his heart, and hearing his Mom call him Angioletto, the nickname she gave him as a baby, has his heart bursting with love.

However, before Tony can respond to his Mom, he hears footsteps coming from inside the house, and his attention is pulled to it. For a few short seconds, it doesn't register to him what's happening, as you suddenly appear in the opening of the door, but once his brain has finally caught up to him, he shoots out of the chair he was sitting in, making it fall backward and onto the tiles of the terrace.

"Sunshine!" is all Tony can say before capturing you in a bone-crushing hug, your fists holding tightly onto his shirt as you smell your boyfriend's warm, musky cologne, his strong arms enveloping you as tears start trickling down your face, and he can't help but cry a little as well as he's holding you.

Tony is the first to let go, but instead of saying anything, he softly grabs your face as his thumbs wipe away the tears on your cheeks, and you can't help but smile up at him. A small smile brightens up his features, too, and he finally leans in to kiss you. His soft lips are kissing yours gently, and the kiss is very unrushed, making every nerve ending in your body feel like it's on fire as you squeeze his biceps.

"I can't believe you're here right now, my beautiful Sunshine! I thought you wouldn't be here today, but there's not a single present better than having my sweet girl with me," Tony whispers, making your cheeks heat up at his words. You bite your bottom lip as you smile up at your boyfriend.

"I'm here, My Love; I'm here on your special day," you whisper before standing on your tiptoes and kissing him again, your eyes slipping shut when you feel the softness of his lips against yours again. This time, however, he deepens it by letting his tongue glide over the seam of your lips, and you part them happily to feel his tongue against yours. You will never get enough of kissing him, and you've never been happier to have fallen in love with the man making you feel nothing but loved every day.

When the need to breathe finally becomes greater than the need to kiss one another, you pull away as you smile at your boyfriend. "I love you so much, My Love. Happy birthday." He mouths a 'thank you' before placing a few more pecks on your lips and grabbing your hand to go and say hi to your babies.

"Mommy!" they say in unison as they run over to you, and you crouch down to catch them in the middle of an enormous hug. They both wrap their arms around your neck, pulling you as close as possible in their hugs. Feeling the love of your twins is something you cannot put into words, as it's so unique and rooted deep inside all of you, but it's the best kind of love possible.

"I missed you both so much, you know that?" you tell them as you look at them, and they nod, making you and Tony laugh out loud. Their rosy cheeks beautifully frame their bright smiles, and you place a big kiss on them, making them giggle. Hudson turns a little bit shy, his cheeks turning an even brighter shade of red.

"I like big Mommy kisses," he says softly as he blushes, and you smile even wider at his admission.

"And I like giving them to you, Babyboy. I like them so much that you will get them for the rest of your life!" you tell him, making him feel even happier as he bounces on his feet.

Tony then crouches down next to you and pulls all three of you into a much-needed hug. When he finally lets go, it's time for dinner, and instead of being seated on your chair, Tony pulls you into his lap.

"Today I'm the birthday boy, so you're sitting with me for dinner, Sunshine. Now that you're home, I want you as close to me as possible," he says as he tucks some hair behind your ear, and you nod in agreement. You lean in for a soft peck, and Tony knows he will never get enough of these moments of having you close to him as he kisses you.

Once dessert rolls around, it's time for you to give Tony his official birthday present, and you have come up with something extraordinary over the last few weeks. Maria happily grabbed it for you so you didn't have to get up, and now it's time to see his reaction.

"I bought you something special for your birthday, My Love. Something very near and dear to my heart, and this way, you can always carry it close to yours as well. I love you," you tell him as you hand him a small box wrapped in red paper with a gold bow around it, and he can't stop smiling at you.

"Thank you, my sweet, beautiful Sunshine, and I want you to know that I love you more than I could ever explain," he says before kissing the back of your hand, followed by your lips. Then he moves to open the present. As he opens the box, he finds a square silver pendant on a silver chain with your name, followed by the names of your children on it, and there's room to add even more when you have more children.

"Oh my- it's- wow," Tony stammers out as he picks it up and turns it over to read the text you had engraved on the back. 'Our Daddy, Forever'. At first, he smiles at the words he's reading, but then the realization sinks in about the double meaning of it. A deep red blush spreads over his cheeks as he quickly turns it back over and meets your proud gaze.

You lean forward before whispering three simple words in his ear: "Happy birthday, Daddy."

After dinner, Howard and Maria cared for the twins and their bedtime, meaning you and Tony could have some much-needed time for yourselves. What was supposed to be a long, spicy FaceTime call has turned into a slow, sweet make-out session on your boyfriend's lap. He's now shirtless and proudly wearing the present you bought him.

Your fingers glide from his hair down his neck and to the pendant hanging from his neck, where your name and those of Hudson and Orion are proudly displayed, and there's room to add more in the future. Your thumb glides over the smooth surface as a small smile lies on your lips. "What do you think, My Love, of adding more names to your necklace?" you ask softly.

"I'd love nothing more than to add more names to it, Sunshine. Because how could I not want more babies after seeing how amazing our beautiful twins are?" Tony says as he leans in and bumps his nose against yours, making you chuckle at the gesture.

"Yeah? You want to have more babies together?" you ask, still unsure despite him telling you precisely that.

"I do, Sunshine. I'd get a whole football team's worth of babies with you if that's what you desire," he tells you as his deep, dark brown eyes stare into yours, his fingers gliding over the body art adorning your soft skin.

"I just- I never knew how to bring it up after the birth of the twins. I know how difficult it has been for you during and after the delivery, and I wasn't sure you wanted to go through it again," he admits in a voice laced with insecurity and worry.

"I know it wasn't easy, but I would do it all over again in a heartbeat and without a second thought, My Love. Seeing the joy on your face when you met our twins for the first time is one I will never forget, and I will do anything to see it again," you tell him reassuringly, and he smiles at your words.

"However-" you continue, his interest piqued. "I would like to wait a few more years so we can work on our careers and future together. If I happen to get pregnant again unexpectedly, I will be delighted, but let's wait a few years, My Love," you tell him, and he nods.

"Whatever you wish, my beautiful Sunshine. But all this talk about babies makes me want to make one with you now," he says as he wiggles his hips slightly, and you can feel how hard he is underneath you. A soft moan escapes your lips as he does, and he smirks at you as he knows how good he's making you feel right now.

Tony slips his large hands underneath the hem of your dress, pulling it over your head to leave you in nothing but your panties on top of him, and your nipples instantly pebble at the cold breeze going through the room. His gaze wanders over your beautiful body and the art adorning it, his fingers gliding over the beautiful tattoo on your thigh that bears his name and those of your two children.

"Look at you, Sunshine, so beautiful for me," he whispers before taking one of your nipples into his mouth and letting his tongue glide over it, sucking softly as moans escape your lips. While Tony takes his sweet time with your breasts, your hands slip into his long locks, and you pull the hair tie out of them to be able to properly roam your hands through the thick, soft, and dark strands, your hips rutting forward involuntarily as the pleasure builds inside you.

"D-Daddy," you suddenly gasp when the friction of your soaked panties and his shorts give you just the right amount of friction to stimulate your sensitive clit. Without thinking, you pull on his hair, and he groans against your soft flesh, carefully biting down on your nipples as you do. This little chain reaction builds your high quickly, the familiar feeling inside you quickly approaching.

"That's it, Sunshine, make yourself cum on your Daddy's lap," he growls against your soft breasts, his hands digging into the flesh on your hips to guide you over his thick, clothed cock until you're falling apart. Your head falls back as you pull on his hair, your legs trembling as you're cumming on his lap, moans now uncontrollable as they mix with Tony's loud groans.

Once you've ridden out your high, Tony trails a line of kisses to your neck, where he also leaves a few light purple marks, marking you as his. Your grip on his hair hasn't loosened much, and he only leans into the sensation as you pull him back by the strands.

"So perfect for me, Sunshine. My sweet girl," he whispers as his gaze roams over your body once more, his thumbs flicking your sensitive nipples to earn a soft whimper. You preen under his gaze, and warmth spreads over your cheeks as he lovingly looks at you. His hands glide down to your belly as he lets them rest there, thinking back to the conversation you two just had about having more babies in your future.

"A penny for your thoughts, Sunshine?" Tony asks once he meets your gaze, and you smile before telling him what's on your mind.

"I can't stop thinking about having another baby with you," you tell him as the warmth in your cheeks intensifies, and it feels good to admit it out loud finally. Even though you realistically know you want to wait a little longer, the thought is something you can't get out of your mind.

"Neither can I, my beautiful girl. Seeing how beautiful you were when you were pregnant with our miracles, the way your breasts swelled to the perfect size when they were filled with milk, fuck. And the glow you wore throughout it all? I want it all with you, Sunshine, but only once you're ready. That's the one thing I care about most: you being ready to have another baby," he admits, and you lean in to put your head on his shoulder, his hands gliding to your butt where he rests them.

"I love you so much, Tony," you say as you kiss the side of his neck softly, and his eyes slip shut at the feeling. You two share soft kisses, sweet words, reassuring touches, and loving glances. Nothing feels rushed, and there's nothing to worry about for now. It's just you, your boyfriend, and the entire night ahead of you.

"Sunshine," he says softly, and you lift your gaze to meet his deep, dark brown eyes. The same ones you've gotten lost in time and time again, and the same ones you're falling in love with all over again as Orion shares the same beautiful eyes as him, while he gets to fall in love with yours all over again when he looks at Hudson. They're the perfect combination of you both.

"I want to make love to you," he whispers, and you smile at his words before nodding. You climb off his lap, and as soon as you do, he already misses you on top of him. You get comfortable on the bed as your head lies on the pillows, and Tony makes quick work of his shorts and underwear until he's completely bare and standing at the foot of the bed.

Now, it's your turn to let your gaze wander over his body. Every little ridge and muscle is on display, and the length of his hair frames his face, which makes him look extremely handsome in combination with his facial hair. Once your eyes reach his long, thick cock you gasp softly before biting on your bottom lip and clenching your thighs together, earning you a disapproving hum from your boyfriend.

"Oh no, Sunshine, don't you dare hide that beautiful, sweet, drenched pussy from your Daddy," he says with a growl, and you instantly spread your legs to reveal your wholly ruined panties. He sits down on the bed before crawling over to you, and this time, he hums approvingly as he places a few kisses on your inner thighs, teasing you with the feeling of his facial hair against the sensitive skin.

"Hmm, you're so responsive for me today, sweet mama," Tony purrs at you, and your cheeks heat up at the praise he's giving you. Your eyes slip shut when you feel the warmth of his breath over your soaked panties, and he sucks the lacey fabric into his mouth to get the perfect taste of you. The groan he lets out crawls up your spine as you grab the sheets to hold onto, your back arching into his mouth.

"You taste fucking amazing, Sunshine; I've missed tasting you and your sweet, delicious pussy so much when you were away," he says as he finally slides the panties down your legs and retakes his place between your thighs. This time, he interlaces one of his hands with yours while the other wraps around your soft thigh, and your free hand buries into your boyfriend's hair.

Without a second thought, he dives back into your dripping core, and you moan as he takes his time eating you out, alternating between suckling on your clit and diving his tongue as deep into your entrance as he possibly can. He's an expert in building up your high, and once again, the feeling you've come to know and love over the years is rapidly building.

"T-Tony, 'm close-" you whine, and he grins against your pussy as he notices you're already going sweet on him. Instead of calling him Daddy, you're already calling him Tony, which you usually do once you're getting to the point of being thoroughly fucked out after a long night together, and this one has only started.

"C'mon Sunshine, cum on Daddy's fingers like a good little slut," he encourages you as he works two fingers into you, opening you up for his cock later while his tongue expertly plays with your sensitive clit. Before you know it, you're squirming under your boyfriend's touch as you're moaning loudly, and your orgasm is one of the strongest you've felt in a long time.

He works you through it with a careful touch, ensuring you're not dropping from your high. The entire time, he's giving you endless praise and peppering your thighs and mound royally with kisses until you're finally ready for the next step. He's taken his sweet time working you open, and when he crawls over your body, you can already feel your senses being on high alert.

You're still lying on your back, the mattress feeling extra soft under you as you slip into the comfortable headspace you enjoy getting lost in during these moments. Tony's achingly hard cock is already leaking pre-cum as it rests on the crease of your thigh, his hands interlaced with yours above your head as your tongues explore each other slowly, getting lost in each other's tastes.

Eventually, he lets his kisses trail over your cheek and down to your jaw, where he sucks a few deep purple marks before finally letting go of one of your hands, instead caressing the side of your neck as he looks up at you.

"Are you ready for me, Hot Mama?" Tony asks, and you immediately perk up at the nickname, though a bright red flush appears simultaneously. He smiles as he sees the beautiful pink tint on your cheeks, and in his eyes, you're only getting more adorable by the second. He kisses the tip of your nose, and you smile up at him as you nod.

Tony takes his time lining up with your entrance as he coats his tip with your juices by letting it glide back and forth a few times, making you gasp each time he teases your sensitive clit. However, the moment he pushes into your warm, tight pussy, he can barely contain himself as he buries his face in your neck to keep his composure.

"Fuck, you take me so well, Sunshine; it feels like coming home every single time," he whispers before kissing the corner of your mouth, instantly leaving you wanting more as you follow his lips when he pulls away. This time, he captures your lips in a soft kiss as he bottoms out, effectively swallowing your moan in the process.

"Daddy," you gasp out when you feel how full you are, every inch of Tony's long cock filling you to the brim with perfection. The veins adorning it give you just the right amount of pleasure, and his length hits your sweet spot just right. Everything about your boyfriend is perfect, and how he manages to make you feel so vulnerable yet powerful right at the same time is the sort of power you're glad he has over you.

Tony sets a slow, comfortable pace that has your eyes rolling back into your head as he repeatedly hits your sweet spot and smirks proudly as he looks at you. Your hands glide from his neck to his back as your nails dig into the flesh, earning you soft groans as his pace falters for a moment. He quickly picks himself back up as he rolls his hips at a pace that has you clenching around him.

"So full- 's so big," you mutter as Tony groans softly, your hands gliding in his hair this time.

"Yeah? You love being stretched by my thick, long cock, don't you? To be filled by Daddy's cock every single chance you get like a little cockhungry slut," he says in a teasing tone, but it only serves to heighten your pleasure.

"Y-yes! I Love Daddy's cock so much! Wan' it in me all the time," you respond, and it's a miracle you're even making sense right now with the way he's working his hips. Somewhere along the way, he picked up his pace just enough to have you bouncing up and down, and his gaze is locked on the sway of your breasts, as he can't get enough of them.

"God, I'm so happy you want more babies, Sunshine- Once your breasts are full of milk, I'm gonna drink from them every day and fuck this sweet, tight pussy when I do it. Fucking you so full of my cum every single day until you're round with my baby again, and after, I'll fuck you every single day to keep you stuffed with my cum, fuckin'- Jesus, you're tight!" he exclaims as you clench around his cock, on the edge of your third orgasm.

"T-TONY-" you exclaim as you yank on his hair, and he moans loudly when he cums without any warning, his cum spilling deep inside you as your orgasm crashes through your body like a flood, your vision going white for a moment as it does. Tony keeps himself up for as long as he can, but once you're both through your highs, he lets himself roll onto his side while pulling you with him, still buried inside you.

Tony's arms are wrapped around you as you're still trembling on top of him, the aftershocks of your orgasm still working its way through your body. His large hands run over your back in soothing patterns as your face is buried in his neck.

"I missed you so much, Sunshine, but I'm delighted you showed up on my birthday. I couldn't have wished for a better present," he tells you, and you smile at his words.

"Missed you too, amore mio," you whisper before lifting your head and meeting Tony's gaze. He tucks a few pieces of hair behind your ear as he smiles at you, making you fall in love with him even more. At this moment, you know you made the right choice by giving him a chance to get to know you, and it is the best decision you've ever made.

"I'm so lucky to know you, My Love. At first, I did think you were a bit odd, but I'm glad I stayed for the long run. If I didn't, I wouldn't have gotten to know the man you are deep inside, and I wouldn't have seen you turn into the loving father you are. And most of all, I wouldn't have had a chance to get to know my soulmate. Because that's truly what you are, Tony. I truly believe we were meant to be, and the universe brought us together in quite an unlikely way," you say with a smile, and he nods. If it weren't for you forgetting your wallet the first time you met, you two most likely wouldn't have looked at each other twice.

But here you are, wrapped in the comfort of each other's arms as he's still buried deep inside you after making love. You're glad to have given him a chance, as it means you met the man you will marry one day and grow old with. The one you will raise your children and grandchildren with, and you can't wait for that day to be here.

"Sometimes I still can't believe how lucky I am to have found my soulmate so early in life-," Tony tells you, and he leans up to nudge his nose against yours. "- to have found the woman I will love for the rest of my life and have two beautiful babies with her to top it all off."

You smile at your boyfriend before kissing his nose softly, making him smile in return.

"Shall we take a shower before bed? That way, we can relax even more before we go to sleep," he offers, and you nod. Tony carefully pulls out before massaging your hips and thighs, and you get onto the bed, allowing him to go and get the shower ready.

"Ready, my sweet Sunshine?" he asks, and you nod before getting up with his help, and he guides you to the bathroom. The water is already warm when you step into it, and the warmth immediately soothes your sore muscles. Tony gets in behind you, and his hands instantly touch you, making you smile again.

"Shall I wash your hair?" he asks, and you will never refuse him doing that for you. The sweet scent of the new strawberry-scented shampoo you got fills your senses as your boyfriend works his magic with his long, skilled fingers, relaxing you until you're moaning softly at the feeling of his massage.

He takes his time rinsing out the shampoo before putting it in conditioner to soften your locks. Once that's working its magic on your hair, Tony takes his time to get himself clean, too, while you're keeping an eye on everything he's doing.

"You forgot a spot," you tell him with a soft giggle, and Tony raises his brow in amusement. "Right here!" you say as you poke him in his side, where he is most ticklish. He laughs as he swats your hand away playfully before grabbing your face gently and pressing his lips against yours, your body melting into his touch. As you open your eyes, you look into Tony's brown eyes, and your heart flutters.

"I love you so fucking much, Sunshine. I can't even begin to describe how much, but I would say that to the moon and back is a pretty good start. Thank you for coming home on my birthday, as it wouldn't have been half as fun without you here," he tells you, sealing his words with a kiss.

"I love you too, Tony, and I wouldn't have missed it for the world. Your birthday deserves to be celebrated, and it wouldn't be the same without you by my side," you tell him before standing on your tiptoes and kissing him again. After a few more sweet words, he rinses out the conditioner in your hair and turns off the shower, ready to dry off and crawl into bed together.

Once completely dry, Tony guides you to the bed, where he instructs you to lie on your stomach. You do it without a second thought before being treated to Tony's nice, relaxing massage, and you've rarely felt happier. As his hands relax you, you realize that everything has fallen into place over the last few years and has come together beautifully, the way it was always meant to from the moment you met.

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