zeke yeager | milc
okay ur literally gonna be like what’s a milc?
a milc is smth my old friend called me when we were talking about being parents and he said “mom i’d like to cherish” and it’s just stuck in my head. i wrote zeke for this cause i never write him and because i think it’d be interesting to see him in this scenario.
notes/warnings: fluff, cursing, reader is single mom, zeke and reader are like 23, modern AU
zeke feels stupid for not realizing that something was up the moment you gave him the spare key to your home.
he remembers what you told him; which was, “if i’m not home, use it. if i’m home, and not answering my phone then use it. just make sure you’re quiet.”
and now, he understands why.
zeke had forgotten his textbooks for the class the two of you had together at your house due to him hanging out and studying the previous night. normally, he would’ve been fine with you giving him to them the next morning. however, this time he needed them to study for the upcoming test you both had tomorrow.
when he decides to go retrieve his textbooks, it’s already 10:30 in the evening. you’re usually awake and free around this time, so he sees no issue with this and gets into his car to drive to your house. after parking by the curb, he goes up to your front door and stands next to it on his phone.
you: hey i’m outside ur door, i left my textbooks over here. let me in or i’m coming in on my own
you didn’t reply and zeke assumed that you were asleep. sighing in annoyance, he digs in his jacket pockets for his keys. the jingling of the metal echoed throughout the quiet neighborhood. his mind wondered to you; you must’ve been dead tired if you were asleep at 10 o’clock. you would usually stay up till at least 1 in the morning.
he walked in after he managed to unlock your door, and took a mental note to get you a keypad lock so he won’t stand outside your door for five minutes like an idiot. he had furrowed his eyebrows at the lack of light in your house. it was almost pitch black. you would usually keep on a lamp in your living room when he’d crash over at your place.
he walked quietly throughout your house after he toed off his shoes and turned on his phone flashlight. he swears quietly when he doesn’t see his textbooks on your kitchen table and the coffee table you have in your living room. they must be in your room.
as he walked, he stopped and stared at the door right across from your room. even though he was your boyfriend, you had let to let him inside the mysterious room. you would even avoid the conversation about it, and whenever his curiosity got the better of him and he tried opening it; it was locked. he didn’t try opening it again.
he assumed it was still locked, it had been all those other nights he’d crash there, and made his way to your room. when he saw your door opened a crack, he felt like his heart was in his stomach. you never kept your door open while you slept, no matter what.
he swung the door open, the doorknob knocking against the wall and making a huge bang. he immediately saw you had jumped awake—there was a small nightlight by your bed—and screamed. as soon as you did so, he saw someone else sit up beside you.
he watched you frantically reach over to turn your lamp on. your face paled whenever the lamp came on and you saw his face. he looked down towards your waist and saw a child staring back at him.
“zeke, wait—“
“is that YOUR kid?”
said kid, hid her face in your shirt when he gestured to her. you looked at her, eyebrows raised in both dear and concern and then looked back up at him. he was standing closer to you now.
“yes, she’s my kid,” you looked back at her as you uttered those words.
“oh my god, why the fuck did you decide not to tell me,” he slapped a hand to his forehead in frustration.
“cause i knew you’d be a dickwad, which you’re being at the moment,” you swung your legs over to where they hung off. your daughter scooted closer and whined when she saw you moving away.
“well, it’s probably because you never told me! when were you gonna tell me you had a daughter?” he hissed motioning to her.
before you could say anything, your daughter called your name.
“what is it, baby? are mommy and mommy’s friend scaring you,” you spoke softly and zeke shoved his hands into his jacket pockets and sat down in the chair at your desk.
the small girl nodded, and you pulled her in for a hug whilst cooing at her, “mommy’s so sorry. i’m gonna need to talk to my friend, which means you’re going to have to sleep in your bed for tonight. can you introduce yourself before you do?”
she pulled away and nodded with a pout as you wiped away her tears. when she turned to zeke, that’s when he noticed she looked almost exactly like you. same nose, same hair, same cheeks, same eyes.
“hi... my name is irma,” she said shyly, seeming to be in fear of zeke.
he responded with a soft smile, “hi. i’m your mommy’s good friend. my name is zeke.”
as he talked, she stared him down and suddenly lit up like a lightbulb. she started to tug on your shirt excitedly, chanting the word “mommy!”.
“yes,” you chuckled and patted her head.
she pointed to zeke, “that’s the man on your phone!!”
you responded by blushing in embarrassment and an awkward laugh while zeke raised his eyebrow, “yes, he is. and now that you’ve met mister zeke, it’s bed time.”
before irma could respond, you’re already carrying her to her room, the room right across from your’s. zeke huffs and flops back against the chair. this was a bit annoying.
you came back yawning, lazily shutting your bedroom door behind you.
“so, why didn’t you tell me,” zeke quirked an eyebrow while you flopped back down onto your bed.
“cause i was afraid you’d break up with me. most guys find that to be a turn-off. guys have dumped me before because of it,” you sighed and put your arm over your eyes.
zeke stayed silent, rubbing his jaw with his thumb and index finger.
“well,” you spoke, “you still ‘all in’ or not?”
zeke laughed a little at your joke, “i’m still all in.”
you shot back up with a gaping mouth, “really?!! why?!!”
“well one, i love you, believe it or not. two..... well... yeah, that’s all i got.”
“but you were so pissed earlier!”
zeke scoffed, “no shit sherlock, anyone would be. i wasn’t mad or turned off that you’ve gotta kid. i was mad cause you didn’t tell me from the beginning. sure, i might’ve been reluctant cause i’ve never really interacted with kids, but in the end i would’ve still gone out with you. i don’t think any less of you.”
“sorry. i used to do that whenever guys asked me out—tell them i mean—and they would all go wide eyed and say nevermind,” you were looking at your hands and picking at the skin around them anxiously.
“fuck em’. i understand that, but i promise ya that it’s way better to tell them straight off the bat,” you laughed at his honesty.
“yeah, fuck em’,” you repeated, “so, why did you slam my door open?”
“i saw it was cracked open. i know how stingy you are when it comes to sleeping with the door open,” he leaned a hand on his knee.
“aww,” you cooed at him, “you care~!”
zeke rolled his eyes and got out of his seat to sit next to you. he gave you a soft and endearing kiss on your lips. you pulled away, only to crack the stupidest fucking joke.
“does this make me a milf,” you bit your lip to contain the large grin that was starting to show up on your face.
“you stopped kissing me to make a fucking joke?” you nodded at his question.
“well, does it?”
zeke rolled his eyes and gave you another kiss on your cheek, “yeah, i guess it does. but it makes you a milc too.”
“the fuck is a ‘milc’,” you raised an eyebrow while he cupped your cheeks.
“mom i’d like to cherish,” he whispered, kissing you again before you could even react.
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