The Danger Zone (Part 21) - Hangman
Pairing: Hangman / Fem!Bradshaw!Reader | OC
Word Count: 3.3k
This work, all my works, and my entire blog are 18+ ONLY.
Warnings: Breast Feeding; Life with a Newborn; Hospitals; Post-Labor; References to Mental Health Issues; Use of "You," No Use of Y/N, No Set Physical Description
Summary: You and Jake enjoy your first few days with your daughter.
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Jake walked out of the maternity ward, causing your extended family to quickly get to their feet. He let out an incredulous laugh as everyone moved to gather around him, still not fully believing that he was officially a father now. There were a handful of questions thrown at him, but Jake was still lost in his own world.
He was a dad. He had a little girl waiting for him.
“How are they?” Penny asked, her hand on his shoulder bringing him out of his stupor.
“They’re both healthy. She did great and there weren’t any complications. Baby Girl came out kicking and screaming. She’s six pounds, three ounces. And she's sixteen inches long.”
“And her name?” Maverick asked softly.
“She wanted to tell everyone all together,” Jake replied with a wide smile. And it was going to be near impossible to remove the smile from his face. That awestruck, completely in love smile was practically permanent at this point. “So, she told me to come and bring you all back.”
The group left the waiting room, starting the short trip down the hall to visit you and your baby. Coyote quickly pulled Jake into a bear hug, squeezing the life out of his best friend. Releasing him, Coyote smacked Jake supportively on the back.
“I knew you’d make back it in time,” Coyote replied with a grin.
You were cuddling with your daughter on the hospital bed when there was a light knock on the door. You looked up and smiled softly when you saw your family. And even though you were clearly exhausted, you were absolutely radiating joy. And with the beautiful baby girl in your arms, it wasn’t hard to figure out why.
“Hi, everyone.”
“How are you feeling?” Penny asked, moving to sit beside your bed.
“Tired. But she’s finally here.”
You smiled contentedly as you rested your head on top of your daughter’s, still soaking it all in. Sitting up more, you shifted your hold on your daughter, gently rolling towards your family so that they could all see her. You shared a smile with Jake before staring down at your daughter.
“Everyone, meet Sara Seresin.”
“Sarah . . . Seresin?” Maverick repeated slowly, seemingly wincing as he did so.
“After Sarah Kazansky?” Emma asked kindly.
“No, there’s no ‘h.’”
“Well, that makes a huge difference,” Coyote replied, bobbing his head up and down as he shared a side-eye look with his wife.
“Sara Seresin,” Phoenix stated, staring at you like you had grown two heads in the process.
“That’s . . . a beautiful name,” Penny assured you, pinching Maverick in the side.
Jake snapped a picture of everyone’s reaction before turning back to you and your daughter. You tried to fight the laugh at your simple prank, but soon enough, a giggle escaped your lips. Ignoring everyone’s incredulous stares, you adjusted your daughter’s hat.
“We didn’t name her that,” Jake told everyone, earning a series of sighs of relief.
“Oh thank god,” Maverick stated, holding a hand to his heart. Patting your brother on the back, he added, “No offense, Bradley.”
Your brother shot Maverick a look as Jake leaned down to pick up your daughter. Jake carefully took your daughter into his arms, holding her gently against his chest as he turned to the crowd. Everyone seemed to hold their breaths as Jake slowly moved his gaze from his daughter’s face to them.
“We named her Maisie.”
"Maisie Caroline," you added softly.
“Oh, that’s so beautiful,” Penny cooed, squeezing you into her side.
“Much better than Sara Seresin,” Coyote stated under his breath, earning a side-eye look from Bradley. “What?”
“Who wants to hold her?” Jake asked, looking around the room.
Maverick urged Bradley forward and stepped to the side, eyes already brimming with happy tears. Bradley held out his arms and Jake carefully placed your daughter into them. Bradley gently cradled your daughter against his chest, staring down at her with wide eyes as he felt her wiggle.
“I was expecting her to be bigger,” Bradley admitted quietly, turning back to you.
“I’m glad that she wasn’t,” you replied, earning a round of quiet laughs.
“She’s so beautiful,” Emma praised, looking over Bradley’s arm at your daughter.
You and Jake shared a look before you smiled and nodded, reaching out to gently nudge your husband forward. Jake turned back to your brother as Bradley adjusted your daughter’s blanket. He stared down at your daughter as he came to stand beside Bradley.
“Meet your goddaughter,” Jake stated quietly, causing Bradley to turn to him with shock.
“You’re serious?”
“If you don’t want to be—”
“—Thank you,” Bradley interjected instead before Jake could retract his statement. Glancing down at his niece, who was peacefully snuggling into her blanket, Bradley turned back to Jake. “Really, thank you. I know that I wasn’t very supportive of your relationship in the beginning.”
“That might be an understatement,” Jake deadpanned.
“And we didn’t get along for a long time.”
“Since we met.”
“And I stand by it.”
“As do I,” Jake agreed, ignoring the fact that you were rolling your eyes at them.
“But Emma and I are here for you guys if you need anything. Babysitting. Deployments. Anything. Really. You’re a part of our family now. Forever, actually, because of Maisie.”
Jake nodded in appreciation before Bradley turned to give your daughter to Maverick. Although Jake trusted both men with his life—and already had—he couldn’t help but hover during the transfer. His hands were practically itching to cradle your daughter as Maverick carefully took her into his arms.
“He’s already not letting her out of his sight,” Penny whispered to you, amused.
“Not if he can help it,” you agreed with a smile. “She’s got him wrapped around her tiny little finger.”
Maverick cradled Maisie against his chest, holding her protectively. Bradley walked over to give you a hug as Maverick took in the fact that he was holding Goose and Carole’s first grandchild. Goose was a grandpa. Carole was a grandma. To the most beautiful little girl that Maverick had seen since you were born.
“She’s so beautiful,” Maverick croaked out, sniffling as he tried to not let his tears drop down onto your daughter. Turning to you, he added, “Your parents are so proud of you, sweetheart. And they’re here.”
“I know, Mav,” you returned, trying and failing at not crying at his words. Bradley hugged you tighter as you dried your tears.
Turning to Jake, Maverick offered your daughter. Jake quickly accepted your daughter back into his arms and immediately smiled wider as he held his daughter once again. Jake greeted your daughter softly, as if he had been parted from her for too long. Maverick nodded to himself, very proud and thankful that Jake was ecstatic to be a dad to your daughter.
That little girl was going to be loved, that much was certain.
“Congratulations,” Maverick told Jake, giving his arm a gentle squeeze.
“Thank you,” Jake returned softly.
Maverick walked over to check on you and Jake walked over to where Javy and Nat were standing, waiting patiently for their turn. Javy squeezed Jake’s shoulder supportively, staring down at Maisie with a wide smile.
“She’s beautiful, Jake,” Javy replied, giving his wingman a side hug.
“She gets it from her mom.” Jake shifted his hold on your daughter as he turned back to Javy. “Do you want to hold her?”
“Of course, I want to hold her.”
Jake maneuvered your daughter safely into her Uncle Javy’s arms. Javy had plenty of nieces and nephews, so he wasn’t a stranger to the move. Javy smiled down at Maisie and cooed softly, watching her nose wrinkle as she wiggled in her pink blanket. She stuck her tongue out, causing Javy to laugh.
“Yeah, she’s your daughter alright.”
Phoenix walked over to your hospital bed with a paper take out bag. Holding it out to you, she offered a supportive smile as you shot her a questioning look.
“Your post-baby meal. As promised.”
“You’re amazing,” you breathed out, happily taking the bag from her.
“And whenever you stop breastfeeding, I’ll drop off some wine. You’re going to need it raising Hangman’s kid.”
Everyone stayed for a little bit longer, but no one wanted to intrude on your and Jake’s time with your daughter. You fell asleep not long after Penny and Mav left, leaving Jake and Maisie alone in the hospital room for the first time.
Jake laid down on the couch and rested your daughter against his bare chest again, taking the nurse’s advice on skin-to-skin contact. Maisie’s little head had a surprising amount of hair and Jake slowly ran his finger through it to keep her soothed. Smiling down at his daughter, Jake looked over to see you still peacefully sleeping.
“You scared your mom earlier today, coming early like that. And me too. I thought that I had time to surprise your mom. I was going to get her some nice flowers, set up your nursery, and the rest of the house. But nothing went according to plan with our entire relationship, so I should have expected that you would pull something like this.”
Your daughter wiggled around against Jake’s chest, curling into his body warmth as he continued to brush her hair and back softly.
“And you’re the best welcome home present that I’ve ever received, sweetheart,” Jake added, unable to stop smiling. He pressed a kiss to the top of her head before leaning back again. “I’m always going to be here for you, okay? Don’t you ever forget that. I love you. I love your mom. And I’ll do anything to protect the both of you, alright? From anything.”
Jake laid there with your daughter, content to simply watch her, until she started to get fussy. Wiggling and feeling around, Maisie started to try to feed on him. Jake gently rolled to sit up and held Maisie in his arms. Trying to placate her, Jake hoped that you’d be able to sleep for a little longer.
But then Maisie started to cry even louder, and Jake could hear you shift on your bed.
“Jake,” you called, cracking open your eyes.
“I think she’s hungry,” Jake stated, getting up and walking to you.
Nodding tiredly, you sat up and pulled your hospital gown down. Jake handed over your daughter and you tried to get her settled. After some time, Maisie latched and started to feed, allowing you to lean back and close your eyes, still half-asleep.
Jake kept a supportive arm under yours, knowing that you were exhausted. Staring down at Maisie as she suckled, Jake pressed a kiss to the side of your head. You hummed, but Jake could tell that you were tired. Actually, tired was an understatement.
When Maisie finally had her fill, Jake took her into his arms again. Holding your daughter with one arm, Jake readjusted your hospital gown and pulled the blanket up further.
“Go back to sleep. I’ve got her,” Jake told you softly, gently brushing your hair out of your face. “I love you.”
“Love you too,” you mumbled back tiredly.
~~~~~
Your time in the hospital flew by and before you knew it, you were being released. Jake helped you into the back of your car, where your daughter was already safely strapped in. You were still exhausted, but glad to go home to your own bed. You wanted to finally settle into your home with your husband and your daughter.
Jake gently closed the door to the driver’s seat, not wanting to startle your daughter, and looked back at the two of you over his shoulder. He glanced up at the little mirror attached to the head rest that you had been gifted at your baby shower, which allowed him to look down at your sleeping daughter.
“How’re you doing?” he asked you, causing you to smile softly.
“I’m ready to go home."
“Me too,” Jake agreed, returning your smile.
Starting the car, Jake backed up out of the parking spot and began to drive home. You kept a close eye on your daughter, but Maisie was content and slept through the short ride. Well, it would have been short, but Jake insisted on taking the backroads, driving the speed limit, and yielding to just about everyone or everything. But the three of you eventually made your way home.
“Welcome home, Maisie. Welcome home, Jake,” you stated with a small grin.
Jake got out of the car first and walked around to grab your daughter's car seat. And then the three of you walked into the house together as a family for the first time ever.
Jake quietly noted the boxes that were still piled up around the place but didn't comment about it. Breaking away from Jake’s side, you slowly made your way over to the kitchen and picked up the note that someone left for you.
Your fridge and freezer are full of meals for the two of you. Enjoy this time with your daughter and don’t worry about cooking. Just focus on your family. And you know that you can always call me if you need help. With Love, Sarah.
“I should call her,” you stated, showing Jake the note. He picked it up and noted the writing on the back.
“And don’t worry about calling me, I know you’re thankful,” Jake read aloud, causing you to laugh to yourself.
“I wonder when my mom-senses are actually going to kick in,” you mused, looking down at your daughter.
“They’re already there,” Jake insisted, setting your daughter’s car seat on the ground gently. “Now, what did you want to do while she’s still sleeping?”
“We should probably put her crib together.”
Jake found the box among the stack and pulled it out. You sat on the couch, keeping an eye on your sleeping daughter. Jake opened up the box and handed you the instructions before he started to lay out all of the different pieces.
“Did you want me to read them to you?” you asked, flipping through the instructions.
“I can figure it out,” Jake insisted, causing you to look up and raise an eyebrow at your husband.
“You’re just going to figure it out?” you repeated slowly.
“How hard can a crib be to put together?”
Twenty minutes later, you were sorting through all of the baby clothes that you had been gifted to pull out the size that fit your daughter as Jake quietly muttered to himself. Knowing that he would stubbornly refuse to admit that he was struggling without the directions, you decided to try and shift his focus.
“Now that I think about it, did you want to set up the bassinet first?” you suggested.
“Which box is that?” he agreed, standing up.
“The one sticking out on the right side,” you stated, trying not to laugh at your husband.
Jake, however, could hear the smile in your voice and turned back to you. Walking over to you, he leaned down so that you were eye level.
“I will figure out the crib,” he insisted softly.
“I know you will,” you assured him, running your hand down his cheek. Pressing a soft kiss to his lips, you added, “You’ll look at the directions while I’m asleep, won't you?”
“I guess you’ll just have to wait and see.”
Jake pecked your lips again before straightening up and moving to grab the box with the bassinet in it. You smiled to yourself before looking down at your daughter. You leaned down a little bit, placing your finger in her curled fist.
“Your dad is really stubborn. Please tell me that you didn’t get that trait from him.”
“I can hear you.”
“Shh, this is a private conversation,” you teased, causing Jake to smile and shake his head.
~~~~~
Jake set Maisie down in her crib, which he built while you took a nap. If he used the directions or not, he would never admit it aloud. Not unless you gave him a pout, anyways. You walked into your bedroom, having put away some milk for Jake to grab in the night for Maisie, and smiled tiredly when you saw Jake hovering over your daughter.
“How is she?”
“She’s asleep.” Turning to you, Jake walked over and grabbed your hands. “Now, it’s time to take care of you.”
You and Jake stepped into the adjacent bathroom. After you anxiously rambled to Jake about leaving Maisie alone, he very gently pulled her crib over to be next to the door—but not blocking it to avoid steam and just in case there was an emergency—and placed a baby monitor receiver on the towel rack beside the shower, just in case you couldn’t hear her.
Jake gently undressed you before undressing himself. Testing the temperature of the water, Jake stepped in first before offering you a hand. You couldn’t help the sigh of relief that escaped as the hot water hit your sore body. Leaning against your husband, you curled your head into his chest.
Being very gentle with you, Jake lathered your hair with shampoo before washing it out for you. Rubbing his hands together with body soap, Jake carefully washed your skin, knowing that the residual hospital smell was bothering you.
“I could get used to this,” you murmured, running your hand through his hair.
After applying conditioner to your hair, Jake held you in his arms as you leaned against his chest. He rubbed your back as the water rained down on the two of you. Pressing a kiss to your head, Jake rested his head against your own.
He didn’t want to bring it up with you yet, not until he could assess the situation himself. But he was worried about you.
When he would check in with Coyote and Phoenix while he was deployed, they mentioned that you weren’t like yourself in the last few weeks of your pregnancy. And Penny confirmed that for him, when he had a moment to talk to her privately at the hospital.
And he hoped that it was just part of your pregnancy and was now nothing to worry about, but he wasn’t just going to dismiss it.
You were his wife. You just had your baby girl two days ago after finishing up your third trimester without him. You moved into this house without him. You had your baby shower without him. You did a thousand things without him because you were forced to just deal with what life threw at you.
And he wasn’t going to let anything happen to you or Maisie. The past nine months, you had been doing the heavy lifting. And now it was his turn to do that.
Turning off the water, Jake stepped out to grab a towel. He dried you off and after helping you into some pajamas and pulling on some shorts, Jake led you back to your bed. He helped dry your hair as you applied some moisturizer.
“How do you feel now?” Jake asked, causing you to smile up at him.
“Better, thank you.”
You leaned over and pressed a kiss to his lips that Jake was happy to return. Jake put the TV on and the two of you cuddled in bed as you quickly started to fall asleep. Jake held you into his side, rubbing his thumb on your hip.
“I love you,” he told you softly, causing you to hum.
“I love you too, Jake.”
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~~~~ HEADCANONS ~~~~
This is a lovely commission from a moon of mine. They wish to be anonymous, but I do have a brief description of the headcanons.
I would like their reactions to finding out their s/o is self-harming, how they would try to help them day to day, and what new coping strategies they would suggest/get them to try. I'd like this with Lucifer, Alastor, and Vox.
Romantic Lucifer, Alastor & Vox caring for Reader
TW: SELF-HARM MENTIONED, COPING SKILLS (These may not work for everyone), ANGST/FLUFF
Lucifer:
When Lucifer found you that day, he was devastated. You were so frail and small in his arms, and it hurt his soul.
He cleaned you up carefully and bandaged all your wounds. Holding you close to his chest, telling you how much you mean to him.
It was common knowledge to everyone how much he cared for you and how he compared you to the angels in heaven themselves.
He didn't leave your side for weeks, helping you through every emotion and thought that crossed your mind.
He was honestly a little overbearing, making you feel worse that he was dedicating his whole life to you.
When you brought this up with him, he calmed down on the clinginess but still routinely checked up on you.
He enlisted Charlie and Vaggie, two of the people he trusted most in the world next to you, to find better ways to help you avoid reverting to harm.
He took the learned material seriously and began helping you set up healthy routines again slowly.
He helped you with big tasks that felt way too much at the time while still giving you the independence you needed.
He made sure you two went on 'hot girl walks' once a day to help you get more vitamin D.
He conjured a whole gym area for you in the hotel after learning the endorphins in exercise would help.
If you ever had a dark day or a bad event, he would re-cling himself to you.
Even if you protested, he was right there, ready to go and assist you.
He told you daily how much he loved and cared for you and helped remind you how needed you are in this realm.
Alastor:
Alastor rarely felt broken in his human or demon life. Not often did anything shake him to his core.
The day he found you, though, near death and fading, he was a broken man indeed.
You were not allowed to leave his arms no matter how hard Charlie or other inhabitants asked him to let you be looked at by another.
He had years of wound care experience, so he took to cleaning and tending to you.
Was it mentioned that he was in complete demon form the whole time? Well, he was, and he was so angry at the world but so gentle with you.
He wasn't as clingy as Lucifer; instead, he was a silent observer, only coming when asked.
He refused to let you out of his sight, though, making sure that if you weren't physically with him, his shadow was nearby.
He basically destroyed your room by looking for anymore harmful objects. He made up for it, though, by getting you brand-new everything.
"A brand new you is refreshing, my love letting go of the bad.'
He helped you dye and cut your hair when you decided to go with the whole new me look.
He took your eating habits to heart and ensured you had three meals a day, all prepared by him.
Good nutrients would significantly improve your mental health and give you more energy and stamina.
Every morning, when he woke by your side, he would remind you, "You are never fully dressed without a smile, my love."
Vox:
Vox is a big baby on almost anything, especially when things don't go his way or play out how he expects them to.
He never expected to be serious and somber about anything detrimental until he found you that day.
He was terrified of losing you, and his immediate reaction was to hold you close and get you to a hospital.
Man has every tech device in Pentagram City, but he knew what you needed was far beyond his scammy gizmos and gadgets.
Once in the hospital, he was pacing the room, wearing a grove into the floor.
Once you were cleared and ready to go home, he asked you simple fundamental questions, ranging from a simple "why" to a more in-depth "How can I help you?"
He knew that when you answered in shrugs and 'I don't know,' he would have to do the grunt work to help his love.
He talked to doctor after doctor and scoured the web to find all the best remedies to help you.
He took up yoga with you, and right after yoga ended, he would sit with you in a warm bath and talk about what you thought.
When you fully started opening up to him about the dark thoughts clouding your brain, he was already prepared to help.
He helped you cleanse your social media and even recommended good, worthy shows to distract you from your thoughts.
Vox loved you more than life itself and couldn't imagine a world without you in it.
He made sure every day you knew that you would look in the mirror at him lovingly holding you and remind yourself of that, too.
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