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elly-grace · 5 months

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Game day surprise

Pairing: joe burrow x reader

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Today was the day, the day your husband took the field for the first time since November of last season. The first game of the regular season was here The Bengals versus the Tennessee Titans. Preseason went by in a blur, Joe didn’t play preseason due to fear of reinjuring his wrist. Joe wasn’t happy with the decision, but he supported his coach's choice.

Joe woke up at 7:30 that morning, he knew he had to get to paycor early enough to do his pregame ritual. He tried his best not to wake you but as soon as he got out of bed the empty feeling woke you.

“Joe come back to bed.” you spoke softly.

“I can’t, baby. I need to go to the stadium.” he mourned. He wanted nothing more than to stay in bed with his wife. The temptation to go back to bed was strong but he knew that he needed to complete his ritual. He took steps towards You and placed a quick peck on your nose,your nose crinkled as you let out a small laugh. You then pull your husband into a quick goodbye kiss.

“Please let me know when you get to Paycor I don’t want to worry about you.”

“I’ll send you a text. I love you, see you later.”

“I love you too, now go” you said.

He pulled you in for one more kiss and started to leave, when you thought about telling him about the positive pregnancy test.

“Joe.”

He turned around after hearing his name.

“Yeah?”

“I’m-” upon further thought you decided this wasn’t the time. “Nothing good luck today.”

Joe looked at you concerned, “Are you sure it's nothing?”

“Yes, now go!” you said with a smile.

“You can tell me everything, I don’t believe it's nothing.”

“I promise you it's nothing Joe, I love you.”

You knew Joe would be happy with the news you have been trying to get pregnant since the twins turned two.

After Joe left you couldn’t fall back asleep instead opting to clean the house a little bit. True to his word Joe texted you around 8:15 letting You know he made it to the stadium safely. At around 8:30 you decided to get yourself ready. You rummaged through your closet looking for something to wear. You were already starting to show a tiny bit so finding something that wouldn’t show your tiny baby bump was hard. Finally you found an orange dress that wasn’t tight fitting. You finished getting ready by putting your hair up in a ponytail. Walking downstairs you see the front door open, you quickly turn around and go back up the stairs.

“Good morning”

You knew the voice right away. It was Robin. You let out a sigh upon hearing her voice. Joe gave Robin a key to the house for when she watches Logan and Leo. But you didn’t expect her to be here right now. You walked down the stairs to greet your mother in law.

“You scared me! I didn’t know you were coming over today.”

“Joe called me, he said you were acting weird. He is worried about you”

You checked your watch and saw the time, it was honestly an attempt to avoid telling her why you were acting weird.

“Oh won’t you look at the time, I have to go get Logan and Leo ready.”

“What's going on? You are acting strange.” she expressed, concern was clear on her face.

“It’s nothing.” you brushed off trying to walk away.

Then it hit her, call it mothers intuition. A smile grew on her face at noticing a certain glow she'd only seen on you once before.

“You're pregnant aren't you?” It was more of a statement than a question.

Your face paled as sadness covered your features.

“Surprise” You said softly, you wanted Joe to be the first one that knew.

Upon seeing your face Robin became worried.

“Why are you sad?”

“I’m not, I just haven’t told Joe yet. I mean the last time I was pregnant I went into Labor during the biggest game of his NFL career. It distracted him, he had a chance to win the superbowl. But Logan and Leo distracted him, I distracted him.”

“You think he cares about losing that game?” she looks at you, all you can do in response is nod. “He couldn’t care less because even though they lost the game, it was the day you welcomed your two beautiful boys into this world. He loves you and them more than this sport. You guys have been trying to get pregnant for a while now. He called me after every negative test. He wouldn’t admit it but I could tell he was sad. You need to tell him, he is going to be so happy.”

You offer Robin a small smile knowing she's right. The boys run down the stairs and jump on Robin.

“GRANDMA!” they both yell as they see her, she smiles and gives them both hugs.

“Alright you two let's get you ready so we can go see daddy play.” You ushered the kids back up the stairs.

“I’ll tell him tonight.”

You followed the boys up the stairs.

They both wore their burrow jersey’s and blue Jean shorts. As soon as they were ready they ran downstairs.

“Oh won’t you look at you two!” Robin said, standing up from the couch. “Hey, why don’t we take my car. Jim and I will take them tonight so you and Joe can talk.” She smiled at you.

“Are you sure?” You questioned.

“Of course”

“Thank you!” You give her a hug.

“How far along are you?” She pulled away from the hug with a questioning look on her face.

“5, maybe 6 weeks.”

“You’ve kept this from him for this long?”

“I mean my husband is a very hard man to sit down and have a full blown conversation with right now. Plus I only just found out for sure, I met with my OB yesterday.”

“Yeah Joes been on the go recently.”

“I promise he’ll know today.”

She smiles as you two walk with the twins to robin's car. Each of you buckled in one of them before getting in yourself.

The car ride was silent, the only noise was the music on the radio playing quietly.

Once you arrive at paycor you get out of the car and grab your boys. Walking into paycor you see Joe about to head to the locker room. Security let you in instantly without checking your id knowing who you were. Joe noticed you and ran up to you.

“Why are you guys here so early?” He asked then gave you a kiss.

“We wanted to see you practice today.”

“I’m so glad you're here baby! I was worried about you this morning.” He said giving you a tight hug, that’s when he felt the bump. He pulled away and gave you a questioning look similar to the one Robin gave you earlier. “Are you? Are we?” He couldn’t contain his happiness.

“Pregnant? Yes, I’m sorry I kept it from you, I just wanted to make sure.” He smiled and picked you up and spun you around.

“I can’t believe it.” He beamed and gave you another kiss.

“Now go get ready, I love you.”

“I love you too!”

Logan and Leo see their dad and run to hug his leg.

“Good luck daddy!”

“Thanks boys! Luckily my lucky charms are here.” He said picking up Leo and giving him a hug before doing the same with Logan.

“Okay guys let’s let dad go get ready!”

The frown on the faces of the two little kids was enough to make you cry.

“Mommy don’t cry.”

“I’m okay boys, let head to the box”

Making your way back to Robin you all made your way to the box. Safe to say that was one of the best games Joe has ever played after finding out the news.

Requested by @funnyjb

Thank you I hope you enjoyed!

#joe burrow x reader #joe burrow #nfl x reader #nfl #FOOTBALL IS ALMOST BACK!!

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mydaddywiki · 13 days

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Jimmy Johnson

Physique: Average Build Height: 5′ 8″

James William Johnson (born July 16, 1943) is an American sports analyst and former football coach. Johnson served as a head football coach on the collegiate level from 1979 to 1988 and in the NFL for nine seasons. He is the first head football coach to win both a college football national championship and a Super Bowl, achieving the former with University of Miami and the latter with the Dallas Cowboys. Since his coaching retirement, Johnson has appeared as an analyst for Fox Sports and is one of the featured commentators of Fox NFL Sunday. He was inducted to the College Football Hall of Fame in 2012 and the Pro Football Hall of Fame in 2020.

Handsome silverdaddy with a decent body and what I like to call 'perfect hair forever.' Would just love to run my fingers though that hair of his. Kinda disappointed about the ExtenZe deal, but he has other qualities I can abuse.

Johnson attended high school at Thomas Jefferson High School, now Memorial High School, in Port Arthur, Texas. Johnson played college football as a defensive lineman at the University of Arkansas between 1962 and 1964. During his time in Arkansas, he played with future Dallas Cowboys owner Jerry Jones.

Johnson held his first head football coaching position at Oklahoma State University from 1979 to 1983. He became Miami's head football coach in 1984 and guided the team to a college championship, before succeeding original Cowboys head coach Tom Landry in 1989. He served five seasons with the Cowboys and guided the team to two Super Bowl championships. Johnson also coached the Miami Dolphins for four seasons and led the club to the playoffs in all but his first year on the job. In all, Johnson’s record as an NFL head coach was 80-64-0 in the regular season and 9-4 in the playoffs for an overall mark of 89-68-0.

Twice married, first to Linda Kay Cooper on July 12, 1963, with whom he had two sons, divorced in January 1990. On July 18, 1999, Johnson married Rhonda Rookmaaker. I swear… why do I even bother. There isn't much else I can say about him. He's good looking and I'd love to fuck him like crazy. Like a lot of other people no doubt.

Career Highlights and Awards As Head Coach: 2× Super Bowl champion (XXVII, XXVIII) AP NFL Coach of the Year (1990) Dallas Cowboys Ring of Honor National champion (1987) Walter Camp Coach of the Year (1986) Big Eight Coach of the Year (1979) As Player: National champion (1964) 2× SWC champion (1961, 1964) First-team All-SWC (1964)

Career Coaching Statistics NFL win–loss record: 80–64 Postseason record: 9–4 NCAA win–loss record: 81–34–3

#mydaddywiki sports figures #football coach #Jimmy Johnson

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wildlife4life · 9 months

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Seven (+) Sentence Sunday

Tagged by the very lovely @rainbow-nerdss, @fortheloveofbuddie @wikiangela @evanbegins and @daffi-990. Thank you! Can't wait for all your upcoming works!

In honor of the NFL regular season coming to an end today and the beginning of the playoffs, I'm sharing a part of a fan favorite. That's right ya'll, its an NFL Buck snippet! WOOOOO! (And I know this wayyyyy more than seven sentences, but are ya'll going to complain about extra NFL Buck?)

Eddie wasn't lying when he told Chimney he loved football. He just didn't say how much. When Chim invited the newest member of the 118 and his son to a kid friendly sports bar to watch the Rams play the Colts in Indy, he was expecting to be turned down. Hen encouraged it, "He needs friends that enjoy what he does. And I really can't listen to another rant about football stats or how Dustin Watson isn't taking the Texans to the tournament." "Deshaun Watson." Bobby corrected from the kitchen, "And its the playoffs." Hen rolls her eyes, "Whatever. You both have Sunday free and Buckley is playing, Christopher's favorite player." "How do you know the Ram's quarterback is playing, but not the name of the man who got Buckley kicked out of Texas?" Chim teased. "Denny." His friend answers simply, "You know he likes all things LA Rams." "Then why aren't you inviting Eddie and Christopher to your place to watch the game with Denny?" "Because Howard," Hen remarks a little sharply, "I'm not off Sunday and Karen has yet to meet Eddie, so it would be uncomfortable for everyone to have him in our home without me. Why are you arguing about this? You were just complaining about how Eddie and I are all buddy-buddy the other day." "You two have a lot more in common and somehow I always seem to stick my foot in my mouth whenever I talk to the guy. I freaking outed the dude!" Chimney reminds them. Bobby steps away from the stove and joins the two paramedics at the marble island, "Eddie wasn't making it easy for any of us to get to know him. Hen was just braver than most to actually approach him. Now its your turn and football is a good jumping point." Chimney opens his mouth to try objecting again, "And it will help in making up for the whole outing incident and interrogating his kid."

Cap had him there "And you'll pay." Hen demands and when Chimney arches a brow of slight disagreement she just shrugs and states, "It'll help dispel some of the notion of being his boyfriend's sugar baby and his birthday is the same week, making this an easy gift." And Hen made the kill shot. So Chimney awkwardly approached Eddie in the locker room at the end of their shift and invited him and Christopher to watch the game. He was happily surprised when Eddie said yes and brought an equally ecstatic Christopher with him without hesitation. Chim was additionally surprised with Eddie's total enrapture of the game, even more so with his undivided attention to the Ram's new quarterback, Evan Buckley. Every play the man made, Eddie was on his feet making some sort of comment. Good plays came with shouts of, "Good boy Buckley!" and "Great throw man!". Poor plays, interceptions, or missed opportunities, were met with, "Shake it off Buckley!" and "You got this Evan!" And any missed or bad calls from the refs... well Chimney knew foul language when he heard it, no matter what language. "We have a swear jar at home. It gets donated to Evan's charity at the end of the season." Christopher explains when he catches Chimney's questioning side glance after his father's latest f-bomb. Ah well, at least there's some sort of consequence to cursing in front of a child. "I have to pay up too if I say anything like my dad does, but I've never come close to his number." Chris adds on with a giggle and Chimney joins him with a low chuckle of his own. A niggle of curiosity has him asking, "And what about Buck?" The younger Diaz gives all his attention to what remains of his fries and shrugs with one shoulder, "Um... well I've never watched a game with Buck, but he does always double the jars total when we donate it." Chimney really wants to push on the whole matter of Eddie's partner of 10 years never once watching a game with the kid, but he knows interrigating Chris (again) about Buck (who is off limits unless otherwise brought up) would probably put an end to Eddie and Chim's burgeoning friendship. So he goes for a joke, "He must live with soap in his mouth if your dad is to go by." Earning a full belly laugh from the teen and Chimney counts it as a major win when Eddie glances back with bright grin.

I feel like Eddie and Chim have the whole, I'm friends with you because of a Buckley and because we work together thing. So take away the Buckley and its a bit of an awkward friendship, which I wanted to highlight and improve. Hope you all enjoyed!!!! More NFL Buck can be found here.

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lumosandnoxwriting · 6 months

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now I wake up by your side || George Weasley

Title: now i wake up by your side Pairing: George x Reader Summary: You know what they say, what goes up must always come back down. Except George thought he was the exception to that rule. Because with things going so well for him there’s no way they’d ever end. Unfortunately for George the higher you go, the harder you fall. And as he watches Y/N walk away from him for the last time he finally realizes how true that saying is. Because George Weasley has officially run out of time, and everything has started to crumble around him. Warnings: NSFW! Minors DNI this contains female masturbation, male masturbation, dirty talk and phone sex. A/N: ahhhhh the second to last part of hockey!george!! I hope you all enjoy - feedback is always welcome and appreciated!

The apartment is too quiet without George around.

This is the part about being with a hockey player that Y/N has always hated: away games. If she thought it was bad when George was in the junior league, it’s even worse in the NHL. Unlike the NFL and some other professional sports, there’s 82 games in the regular season, with the potential for there to be 28 additional games for a team that makes it to the Stanley Cup finals.

Meaning from the end of September until at least the middle of April, hockey players spend more time on the road than they do at home. Instead of being gone for a day or two, when they hit a stretch of away games it’s common for a team to be on the road for up to two weeks.

And unfortunately for Y/N, preseason has taken the Rebels away for the next 10 days. The timing couldn’t be any worse either, considering the fact that now that she and George have crossed the boundary of physical intimacy her body craves his touch, and it seems like she’s walking around in a perpetual state of horniness. And it’s only been 48 hours.

Worse off is that the team left for the road just two days after their first game, so they didn’t really even get to talk about where this new development in their supposedly fake relationship leaves them. Because to Y/N, George claiming her body from the inside out several times during their brief time together is everything but fake.

And it’s not just the sex that Y/N misses.

That first night George was gone she tossed and turned all night, only sleeping for an hour or two at a time before she’d wake up missing the feel of his arms around her. Dousing George’s pillow in his cologne and hugging it tightly as she slept last night worked a little, but she still didn't wake up feeling well rested.

She especially misses the mundane aspects of their life together. Like the fact that there wasn’t a fresh pot of coffee waiting for her when she woke up. And even though George still found time to get her during the day, their conversations weren’t filled with plans for dinner and what to watch on TV, which filled Y/N with a pang of sadness. That first afternoon she’d even made George’s usual protein shake, and it wasn’t until she wrapped up her work day at 5:30, a full hour after George should have been home, did she remember he wouldn’t be around for days.

Even just the absence of hearing him breathe has her heart aching.

Thankfully their first road game is tonight, and she’ll get her fill of George time while she watches. Even if it’s through the TV and he’ll be wearing all of his gear. It’s better than nothing.

Jenny invited her over to watch the game with Olivia and some other partners, and even though she kind of wanted to just mope around the apartment, Y/N found herself saying yes and now that she’s settled on the couch between Olivia and Kate she’s happy that she came. Because even though they aren’t George, Y/N’s heart feels full being surrounded by the women she’s gotten to know over the past few weeks.

This fake engagement hasn’t only brought George back into her life, it’s brought this amazing group of people into it too, and Y/N can’t imagine having to say goodbye to any of them. Which, unfortunately, is a thought that has crossed her mind several times since George kissed her goodbye two days ago. And without him by her side to squash those negative thoughts she’s let them run rampant.

Losing George will absolutely shatter her heart. But losing George and all of these people? It will shatter her soul.

Which is why Y/N plans on confronting George as soon as he gets back from this road trip. Not knowing where their relationship stands is slowly killing her, and Y/N needs to know if they’re both on the same page. It’s time to either move forward together, or for Y/N to pack her bags and head home to Washington with her tail tucked between her legs and her entire world shattered.

Thankfully someone switches the TV on as the game starts, and the chatter of the announcers pulls Y/N out of the depressive swirl her thoughts were taking her down. Warmups have just ended, and as they get ready for things to really start, the commentators talk about the match up.

“It’s still early yet, but I’ve got to say, Steve, the Rebels are looking mighty fine this season.”

“I couldn’t agree with you more, Jim. After their devastating loss in the playoffs last season and the retirement of their team captain, Tyler Crawford, we were skeptical that they’d be able to wrangle it in and start this season off strong - and boy am I glad to say we were wrong.”

“Absolutely, Steve. Working with a whole new slew of Rookies can be difficult, especially without a Captain, but the Rebels sure have shown what a strong team they are.”

“And I’m sure we have George Weasley, the Rebel’s starting Center and one of the top scorers in the league to thank for the team’s starting success. We’ve had the pleasure of sitting in on some Rebel’s practices this training camp and I can see why Weasley is the front runner for Captain. The way he commands his team is truly awe-inspiring.”

Their praise of George and his skills makes Y/N’s cheeks flush. She’s so damn proud of George and everything he has accomplished in his career. Ever since they were little kids learning to skate together George has been determined to be a star in the NHL, and seeing that dream come to reality makes every single struggle and hurdle their relationship has gone through worth it.

“Weasley certainly has stepped up to the plate since Crawford, his mentor’s retirement. If the rumor mill is to be believed all us Rebels fans’ have a pretty girl from Weasley’s hometown to thank for that.”

The girls all squeal at the mention of Y/N and George’s relationship, and she can feel her cheeks flush even deeper.

“Jim, you are worse than my wife when it comes to those gossip rags. But, after Weasley scored his two goals during the team’s first preseason game he did raise his stick, pointing it towards the box reserved for the Rebel’s friends and families, which fans have affectionately dubbed the WAG box, and one of the camera’s did catch him mouthing the words ‘that was for you’, so it’s safe to say the rumor mill may actually be onto something for once.”

“Well whoever that mystery woman is I hope you stick around, because I’d love to see Chicago take home the cup this year.”

They move on to talk about the team the Rebel’s are up against, North Carolina, and Y/N relaxes back into her seat. No worries, Steve, she definitely plans on sticking around.

That night when Y/N makes it back to their apartment her heart is full, and she doesn’t miss George as much as she did earlier. Because during the game George scored a hat trick, and after every single goal his stick rose to the camera, still seeking her out from thousands of miles away, and the lens zoomed in as he mouthed those same four words that never fail to increase her heart rate.

“That was for you.”

And if that wasn’t enough to squash all of her doubts about the status of their relationship, he’d actually did a post game interview, and when he was asked about his new mystery girl, George had looked directly into the camera, like he was starting right into Y/N’s eyes and said:

“She knows who she is. I can’t wait to come home to you every day for the rest of my life, baby.”

Now she’s in their bedroom, stripping off all of her clothes except for George’s jersey, before she climbs into bed to wait for his call.

It’s something they always used to do whenever he was on the road. Instead of going out with the guy’s to celebrate a win or commensurate over a loss, George would head straight back to the hotel to spend the night on the phone with her.

They hadn’t discussed if that would be the case this time around in their relationship, but Y/N had been confident that it would be considering the other traditions George has continued. And the texts she received from him after the game set her belly on fire and had her pussy throbbing.

George: fuck I miss you baby, i don’t want to celebrate a win unless you’re there with me

George: i know how wet you get watching your man dominate on the ice

George: tell me, Y/N, how fucking drenched is your pussy right now?

George: actually, don’t tell me. As soon as im back at the hotel you’re gonna answer my facetime call and show me how wet my pretty pink pussy is

George: because that pussy belongs to me, doesn’t it, baby?

All she’d managed to reply was a simple yes, thankful that George insisted on hiring her a car service. Because had she read those messages while driving Y/N certainly would have crashed the car.

She’s just barely settled against the pillows when her phone lights up with George’s call, and Y/N doesn’t hesitate before she swipes her thumb across the screen to answer.

“Hi,” she answers breathlessly, a smile tugging at her lips as George appears.

“Hi baby,” George greets, eyes dragging across the screen to take in every inch of Y/N he can see. She’s still got his jersey on and it makes his already hard cock twitch in his boxers. Just the mere thought of Y/N in their bed, surrounded by the smell of them combined, wet and waiting for George to call was enough to get him going.

It’s only been two days, but in George’s mind it might as well have been two months with how much he misses Y/N. For the first time in years hockey isn’t the most important thing in his life, the girl smiling at him through the phone is, and that should scare the shit out of George.

But it doesn’t.

Because when his hockey career is over he’ll still have Y/N and the family he wants them to build, and George knows that life will be more fulfilling than a lifetime in the NHL could ever be. George used to fear the day he retires, afraid of how empty his life will be without the sport he loves so much.

Now he can’t wait for the life that’s waiting for him beyond the NHL.

Y/N watches as George settles into his bed, teeth digging into her bottom lip when she gets a flash of his bare chest.

“My eyes are up here,” George teases, chuckling when her gaze flicks back to his. “I miss you so fucking much, baby.”

The vulnerability in his voice sends a flutter through her tummy. “I miss you too.”

George’s eyes darken at her sultry tone. “Bet that fucking pussy misses me too, doesn’t it, baby?” He uses the hand not gripping his phone to reach down and grab a hold of his cock when Y/N nods in response. “Show me, baby. Show me how much my pussy misses me.”

Y/N lets out a soft moan and her legs immediately spread, knees pressing to the mattress to bare her cunt to the room. She slowly pans the camera down, letting it follow her left hand as it glides down her torso, heading right for where she craves George’s touch.

“Fuck,” George groans as her pussy comes into view, his hand slipping beneath the waistband of his boxers. “Coat your fingers, baby,” he instructs, taking himself in his hand. “Show me how wet they are.”

“Oh,” Y/N gasps as her index and middle finger glide through the wetness gathering between her thighs, just barely letting them brush against her clit. Once she’s coated her fingers she pulls them away from her pussy, twisting them in the dim light so George can see them shine.

“You’re a fucking dream, Y/N.” George starts to slowly stroke his cock, mouth dry from how much he aches to taste her. “All of that ‘cause of me, baby?”

“Yes,” Y/N pants as she rubs her slick fingers over her clit. “Always for you, George. Just thinking about you has me dripping down my thighs.”

“What were you thinking about, baby?”

The look on George’s face as he watches her touch herself pulls a whine from Y/N’s lips, and her cunt clenches around nothing. “Your cock, how good it feels inside of me. How, fuck, how you stretch me out and make me take all of you.”

“Cause that pretty little pussy was made to take me, wasn’t it, baby?” George asks, his voice rumbling in his chest. He’s barely touched himself and yet he already feels embarrassingly close.

“Yes, George, my whole body was made for you.”

George has to squeeze the base of his cock to keep from cumming as he watches Y/N slip a finger into her cunt. Her engagement ring glitters in the low lighting, and it makes him absolutely feral that Y/N is touching herself for him, using the same hand he slid his ring on. Even when he’s hours away part of him is still there, laying claim to his girl.

“That’s it, baby,” George encourages as Y/N slips another finger into her pussy, her soft moans sending shivers down his spine as he strokes his cock in earnest. “Make yourself cum on your fingers while I watch, baby. Fuck yourself with those dainty little fingers while you pretend it’s my cock.”

It doesn’t take long before Y/N is falling over the edge, her back arching off the bed as George’s name tumbles from her lips. She can barely keep a grip on the phone, but she squeezes hard, wanting George to watch her cum around her fingers.

“Good fucking girl,” George growls as Y/N brings the camera back up to settle on her face. Her cheeks are flush, breaths coming heavy and the satisfaction of knowing he did that to her without even touching her brings him to the edge.

The sound of her name falling from George’s mouth as he cums makes Y/N’s clit throb, and if she wasn’t so focused on watching his brows knit together as pleasure overtakes his face she’d probably be bringing herself to another orgasm.

“George?” Y/N murmurs after a few moments of silence, both of them just smiling softly at the other.

“Yes baby?”

“Come home soon, please.”

George grins, and he aches to reach out and trace her face. “I’ll always come home to you, Y/N. Always.”

Y/N is practically vibrating with excitement. After ten long days of nothing but text messages, phone calls and facetime sex George is finally coming home. She ended up taking the day off, because after barely being able to sit still through her morning meeting Y/N knew there was no chance in hell she’d be getting any work done.

Because tonight when he gets home, Y/N is finally going to tell George she loves him for real.

The distance between them has only made her feelings for George grow, and she’s tired of pretending. Even with George on the road he’s made the effort to be there for her, and show her how much he cares, and Y/N is sure this is the right decision.

The sound of her phone ringing practically makes her jump out of her skin, and Y/N answers on the second ring - not even bothering to check who it is. Satan himself could be on the other end and Y/N wouldn’t care less.

Nothing can bring her down, not today.

“George?” she answers excitedly.

“Wrong twin,” Fred chuckles.

Y/N tries to hide the disappointment in her voice. “Oh, hey Fred.”

“You could at least pretend to be happy it’s me,” he teases. “How’s Chicago?”

“It’s good, weird without George around. How’s everything back home?”

“That’s what I called you to talk about, actually,” Fred starts. “I was just wondering when you planned on coming back?” Y/N fumbles around for an answer, but before she has the chance to find the right words Fred carries on. “I mean I’ve had a great time covering your lessons at the rink, but I’ve kinda been missing my free time, and now that George is Captain and this whole thing can end I was kinda hoping...”

Fred keeps talking but Y/N doesn’t hear any of it. No, she's too focused on those three little words. George is Captain. They seem so small, so insignificant, but it’s as if Fred has just dropped a bomb on her. Her chest feels tight, and it’s like she forgot how to breathe.

“Hang on, back up a second,” she cuts Fred off. “What did you say? George is captain?”

“Yeah?” Fred responds, the confusion he’s feeling clear in his tone. “Morrison is waiting until the first regular season game to announce it, but he told him the other night at that dinner you guys went to.” Fred pauses. “He didn’t tell you.”

No, he didn’t. She has outright asked George what Coach had wanted that night and he looked her in the eyes and lied.

Again.

Just like that night in the rink, when she asked what was wrong and he lied to her about needing to focus on hockey. When he took her heart in his hands and smashed it into a million pieces.

How the fuck has she allowed him to do it again?

“Y/N?” Fred’s voice comes through the phone when she doesn’t say anything.

“Gotta go,” she responds simply, hanging up the call.

Y/N was so sure. So fucking sure that George felt the same way as she does. But if he lied to her about being named Captain, the whole fucking reason this charade started in the first place, what else could he be lying to her about?

She’s not sure she’ll survive finding out the answer to that question.

“Honey I’m home!” George calls out when he swings the door open, a frown taking over the smile on his face when he doesn’t find Y/N right there to greet him. He’d broken pretty much every single traffic law in his eagerness to get home to her, so he’s disappointed that she’s not waiting at the door.

“Y/N?” he shouts, shutting the door behind him.

He can hear shuffling coming from somewhere deeper in the apartment, and when she doesn’t answer George follows it all the way to the bedroom. He can feel his heart hammering in his chest, hoping that there’s some kind of sexy surprise waiting for him when he pushes open their bedroom door.

Except the sight in front of him stops him in his tracks. Because instead of Y/N laying in their bed naked, waiting for him to ravish her, there’s a suitcase open on the bed and Y/N is darting around the room, talking to herself quietly as she collects her belongings and shoves them inside.

“Y/N, what the fuck is going on?”

She finally notices his presence, and Y/N stops for a moment, eyes narrowed as she looks at George. “You tell me,” she seethes, before she goes back to shoving things into her bag.

“Baby, baby hang on,” George pleads, his confusion evident. He comes into the room, stepping between her and the suitcase so she’s forced to stop packing and look at him. “Talk to me, Y/N. Why are you packing?”

“Why don’t you tell me, Captain?” she spits, and George recoils at the mixture of anger and hurt in her voice.

“Oh. So you know about that, huh?” George stutters out, his mind reeling to find something to say.

This is not how he intended for this conversation to go. He planned on telling Y/N tonight, he was going to come clean about everything. George planned on taking her to his favorite restaurant, and over dessert he was going to tell her that Coach had made him Captain, and that he wanted to offer her a permanent place in both his heart and his home. He was finally going to tell her that he loves her, and that this arrangement has been anything but fake.

Now with that plan out the window he’s scrambling over how to fix this. He already lost Y/N once, and he sure is shit doesn’t plan on doing it again.

“Know that you lied to me? Yeah, I do.”

Y/N shoves past George, her hands shaking as she shoves the last few things into her suitcase. She’d hoped to be gone by the time that George would be back, to save herself the embarrassment of having him watch her fall apart once again.

After she hung up on Fred Y/N wasn’t really sure what to do, all she knew was she had to get out of Chicago as soon as possible. Everything between them had felt so natural and real, and the thought that it was all just a lie George was putting on made her feel sick to her stomach. Even though she still loves George and deep down she knows she should stay and hear what he has to say, she’s not quite sure she’s ready for that.

So once she wiped away her tears she booked the next flight out of town and started packing up. This is George’s home, after all. The only claim she had to it was the man standing behind her and she’s not even sure she has a claim on him either.

“Y/N I promise you, I was going to tell you about the Captain thing. I just wanted to-”

Except she cuts him off. “Wanted to what? Get your dick wet a couple of times before you sent me packing?”

George physically recoils at her words. “No, Y/N. Fuck, that’s not it at all.”

“Well that’s what it feels like.” Y/N zips her suitcase shut and yanks it off of the bed before she turns to look at George. The look of pure heartache on his face nearly brings her to her knees, but she has to stand her ground. “I asked you what Coach wanted that night and you looked me dead in my eyes and lied to me George. Just like you did that night at the rink. And then the next night you got me naked in bed knowing that you were lying to me. Do you have any idea how that makes me feel?”

“Baby, please,” George pleads as Y/N grabs the handle of her suitcase and storms out of the room. He follows her down the hallway, desperately trying to hold on to her. “Just stop for a second, Y/N please. I can’t fucking think when you’re upset with me like this. Give me a chance to explain, please. Don’t go, baby. Not like this.”

Y/N stops at the front door, one hand on the handle. But she doesn’t open the door, not quite yet. She takes a deep breath, steeling herself before she turns to look at George. There are tears streaming down his face, and it takes all of her strength to force the words out of her mouth.

“Good bye, George. For real this time.”

George only returns to their bedroom in the wee hours of the morning, the whiskey flowing through his veins making him numb enough to be in the space that still smells of her. When he crawls into bed he lets the tears that have been gathering flow down his cheeks, his hands desperately reaching for the pillow that still smells like her.

He hugs it tightly to his chest, smothering his cries into the fabric as he takes a deep inhale of Y/N’s familiar scent. He desperately needs to feel her in his arms again, but the softness of her pillow will have to do.

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At a Loss for Words

•pairing: Joe Burrow x reader

•series summary: Y/n Hubbard, the younger sister of Cincinnati Bengals Defensive End Sam Hubbard, finds herself in a difficult situation after a steamy hookup with her brothers best friend, who just so happens to be the quarterback for the Bengals. In just nine months their lives will be changed forever. How will Y/n and Joe manage to to go through parenthood together? more so, how will Sam take the news he is going to be the uncle of his best friends baby?

•chapter summary: You and Joe break the news to Sam and your friends that you’re having a baby together. As you share the news with Sam, some past news comes to light and changes everything

•word count: 5.3k

•warnings: pregnancy, some fluff, mainly angst. mentions of sex, yelling, arguments, crying, get ready y’all this is a dramatic chapter

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February 25, 2023

3 months pregnant

"And then you know what daddy did? He ran down the field, to the end zone, and before you knew it the crowd went wild!" Joe enthusiastically whispered to your growing belly.

You were laying on your couch in your apartment when Joe came over. In a couple hours, you have plans to hangout with Sam and some of the guys. Instead of getting ready like you should be, you were instead sitting on the couch and smiling down at Joe while he talked to the baby. He was telling his son or daughter about the first NFL touchdown he made as a Bengal. What an amazing moment it was for him, and all the Bengals fans. It finally gave the team hope for a good future in the league.

"Hopefully you'll get to come to all the home games once you're born," Joe whispered, "that is, if mommy lets you..." he finished, looking up at you with a teasing smile.

You narrowed your eyes at him and lightly smacked his head.

"Ouch," he kissed your bump and got up from his crouched position. "What was that for?" he asked, chuckling.

"Because," you crossed your arms, "of course this baby will be going to a few games once they're born. They'll even be going while they're still in here." you said, pointing to your stomach.

Your due date is September 26, so by then the regular season will have started and. You'll be heavily pregnant and miserable at that point. That is, until the baby is born. While you still had a long six months of pregnancy left, you couldn't wait for this baby to be born. You were ready for the morning sickness, thrown off sense of taste and smell, and the sore boobs to be over. Your doctor told you eventually the morning sickness will subside and your senses will go back to normal, but unfortunately the sore boobs will stick around for a bit. You'll get used to it eventually though, along with all of the other pregnancy milestones you have yet to achieve. As much as all of the hardships that come with pregnancy are tough, you know it will all be worth it in the end.

You and Joe stayed in silence for a moment, before he broke it. "What time did Sam say we needed to be there?"

You shook your head at him. You couldn't help but giggle at Joe's question. "I don't know, you tell me. You're the one who made the plans, Joseph." A light blush creeped up his neck, "I guess I did, didn't I?"

Yo nodded, "I think so? Although I think it could've been this guy named Boe Jurrow maybe?"

Joe chuckled as he sat down on the couch. "How could I forget about him. Yes, he sounds very familiar." Joe teased, giving you a small smile. You chuckled softly as you looked over at Joe. His eyes looked extremely blue as the sunlight from your living room window shown into his eyes. You gulped as you kept your gaze on Joe. He looked perfect. You could blame the hormones all you wanted, but it was hard to tear your gaze away from him as he sat next to you.

You and Joe haven't had the chance to talk much about your current relationship. You aren't together, but there's this unspoken understanding that you will definitely be co-parenting this baby together--unless things change during these next six months, of course. You and Joe have been good friends for more than a few years now, all thanks to your brother Sam. Your friendship has helped make the situation a tad bit less awkward. Along with all of that, there was no denying that you and Joe had chemistry. It's been like that between the two of you ever since you met at Ohio State University all those years ago. You and Joe had history. It wasn't something that lasted long, nor did it end well, but it still happened...

About 6 years ago...

You were sitting next to your brothers best friend, your legs on Joe's lap, as you listened to your brother drunkenly tell the story of his public speaking fiasco from earlier this week. You rolled your eyes as he dramatically re-told the story to all of his buddies. Joe kept his beautiful blues on you as a small smile made its way onto his face. The two of you had undeniable chemistry, both of you wanting nothing more than to be with each other. Joe knew he couldn’t make a move on you in public because of Sam. But in private? It was whole different story. Joe glanced at the guys that were sitting on the other side of the room, checking to make sure none of them were looking. When he noticed he was in the clear, he pushed your legs off his lap, instead moving so he could pull you into him. You hummed as you leaned back into his embrace. You took a risk cuddling with eachother in public, especially in front of Sam—who’s would kill Joe if he saw this. But being wrapped up in Joe’s arms was always so comforting. You never wanted to leave him or his embrace. You wished you could stay like this forever.

But your wishes were crushed.

*four days later*

"You're what?"

"I'm moving to Louisiana in a couple days," Joe sighed, "transferring to LSU. They want me to be starter."

Tears welled up in your eyes at his words. This was why Joe had been so distant from you these last couple days. He was making a life changing decision without you, the person he’s been in love with since his freshman year.

"I, I don't even know what to say right now ." you stuttered out, refusing to look up at Joe.

Because you knew as soon as you looked into those beautiful blues you loved so much, it would be the last time you'd see them.

Joe scoffed at your response. "Aren't you happy for me? I finally get a chance to prove myself, Y/n." His shoulders slumped slightly, "Nothing good has happened to me here. Career wise, that is. I've been benched my whole college football career. I won't make it in the NFL if I ride the bench my whole fucking life. LSU is giving me a chance to start. To prove myself, and show that I'm a great quarterback who can win championships and make it in the NFL."

You just stayed silent, unsure what to say. This was so much to process. The love of your life, or at least who you thought was the love of your life, was leaving you behind. Joe claims he just made the decision yesterday to transfer, but you knew it was lie. You knew as soon as LSU offered him a spot on that team that he had made his decision.

Joe sighed, "Y/n, I need you to say something."

You finally let yourself look up at Joe, a tear rolling down your cheek as you looked into his blue eyes for what you knew was the last time. There was no way to make this work.

"Why didn't you tell me sooner?" you asked, voice full of heartbreak. Joe rolled his eyes, "I didn't need your opinion. You would have told me to stay."

Your felt your heart break at his words. He didn't need your opinion? he didn't want to tell you his thoughts about transferring because he knew you'd convince him to stay? After everything you went through with him in these last two years, Joe didn't talk to you about this life changing decision because he "didn't need your opinion".

"Joe," you said, obviously taken aback by his harshness, "I never would have made you stay if I knew you were this unhappy. I would have supported whatever decision you wanted to make."

He shook his head, "No you wouldn't. You would have told me to stay because of you."

Your mouth dropped open in shock. You were heartbroken, but most of all, confused. You were about to speak when Joe cut you off.

"You know right now, my future career is more important than some stupid college fling." He scoffed, picking up his backpack from the floor of the dining hall. Ouch. You covered your mouth with your hands, choking out a sob as his harsh words hit you like a ton of bricks. He saw you as just a college fling. It meant the last two years were a complete waste. The two of you were never in a relationship. You never went on a single date. But you were attracted to one another, and boy did he love you. All of those walks to class together and those good morning texts. All of those sneaking kisses behind Sam’s back or cuddling in Joe’s room when Sam wasn’t home. Or those Friday night parties and losing your virginity to one another. Supporting him no matter what, even if he sat the bench every game. All meant absolutely nothing to Joe.

You know you shouldn’t be upset. He was never truly yours. To anyone else you were just friends. But to you and Joe it was always something more. At least, to you it was something more.

"You made the last two years fun," Joe said, looking down at you, "I'll always be thankful for you, Y/n." his voice lowered as he smiled sadly at you, "but I need to move on. There are better opportunities for me and my future, in Louisiana."

You just sat at the table as tears streamed down your face. You didn't even know how to react. Joe sighed sadly and reached out, grabbing your hand and squeezing it gently as he said, "if it's meant to be, we'll see each other again. I just need to focus on my future first." he brought your hand up to his lip, leaving a soft kiss to the top of your hand. "Goodbye, Y/n/n." he said sadly, dropping your hand walking away from you.

*present day*

That was the last time you spoke to Joe. Until he was drafted by the Bengals in 2020, that is.

It took a lot of time for you to come around, but you and Joe eventually spoke to each other again. Both of you apologizing for that moment back in 2018 before he left. You were still heartbroken over Joe, but over time, you got over it. You and Joe slowly started to become friends again. The two of you forgetting about about that day back in college where your friendship ended…

Both of you had grown up and moved on from the situation since then. Joe told you before he went to LSU, that if it was meant to be you'd see each other again. And here you are, nearly six years later. Both of you work for the Bengals, seeing each other almost everyday, just having two completely different roles. Here you are nearly six years after your nasty “breakup”, on speaking terms again, being close friends, and having a baby together.

It was almost as if this was the universes way of bringing the two of you back together again...

~time skip~

"Do you think I need to change my shirt? Maybe wear something a little baggier? I'm worried this shirt shows off the bump too much." you asked Joe, showing him your outfit. You were wearing a tight black t-shirt with a little tan cardigan, along with a pair of your favorite jeans and black boots.

Joe put his hand on his chin, "Hmm," he pondered, looking at your figure, "it doesn't look bad. When you're facing the front you can't tell that you've got a little belly."

You checked yourself out in the mirror, noticing what Joe was saying. You shrugged as you looked at your appearance, "Yeah, I guess you're right."

"Turn to the side,” he said, motioning for you to turn. You turned to the side, looking in the mirror and huffing out a sigh. As much as you loved that little baby bump, it was much more noticeable now than it was the last time you saw the guys. There was no way you could hide it with the outfit you had on at the moment.

You looked up at Joe through the mirror. He was watching you intently, a twinkle in his eye as he looked at the bump in your abdomen.

“Joe.” You said softly, causing him to snap his eyes up at you. You chuckled softly as he shook his head, a blush rising to his cheeks. "Sorry, I was just thinking about that time before the championship where we saw your bump for the first time."

You smiled warmly as you thought about the first time you noticed your baby was starting to make an appearance, in the bathroom of the Bengals practice facility. Joe walked out of the bathroom, leaving you to decided what to change into. Joe walked back into the bathroom, holding a loose tan sweater.

"Here,” he handed you the sweater, "I found this in the closet. Thought it would look good, plus it'll hide your tummy." he winked, making you smile softly. You took the sweater from him and set it on the counter. You slowly took your cardigan and black t-shirt off, Joe watching as you stripped. You momentarily made eye contact with him through the mirror, making him look away in embarrassment as he got caught. You shook your head in amusement and slipped the sweater on over your figure. You looked at yourself in the mirror, checking all the angles. Sure enough it hid your small baby bump perfectly.

"Wow,” you drew out in amusement, “who knew? Joe Burrow, full time Cincinnati Bengals quarterback, part time fashion designer."

He chuckled, “I like to think I have great fashion taste."

You shrugged, “Well besides the gray jeans and the ugg slippers, sure.” You giggled and went back to finishing up my hair and makeup. Joe rolled his eyes and walked out of the bathroom, leaving you laughing as you finished getting ready.

As you finished cleaning up your things in the bathroom, you went back out to the living room. Sneaking up behind Joe, who was sitting on your couch and reading through comments on his recent Instagram post. You placed your hand on his shoulder, making him crane his neck up at you. He smiled softly as he looked at you.

"Ready to go?" he asked. You nodded, letting out a nervous laugh, “I guess. I don’t really think I have a choice.”

Joe stood up from the couch, frowning. "It’ll be fine, Y/n. Sam might beat my ass, but that's only because I’m his best friend and I knocked you up. He can’t be upset at you for that.” You sighed in response, “Yeah, he might be a little pissed about that.”

"He might, yes.” Joe sighed, reaching out for your hand. He squeezed it gently as he said, “but, I do know he'll get over it, at some point. It took him sometime to get used to us dating years ago, remember?”

You smiled sadly as you thought about your past relationship with Joe when the two of you were just 20 years old. You’d never seen Sam so pissed at someone before. He hated that his best friend was dating his baby sister. However, when he saw how much Joe was in love with you, he finally started to come around. But it was short lived because as soon as your brother came around to you and Joe dating, Joe broke your heart unexpectedly and left for LSU.

"Y/n,” Joe said softly, pulling you out of your thoughts, “I promise everything will be fine.”

You wished you could say you believed Joe, but you knew deep down Sam wouldn’t take this news well at all. The two of you made your way out of your apartment and out to Joe’s car. You got into the car, and Joe’s eyes immediately fell over the ultrasound picture that was sitting on his dash. He leaned forward slightly, straightening the black and white photo of his baby, with a smile tugging at his lips as he did so.

You smiled as you watched his face full with joy and eyes light up with love. It made you so happy to see he still had the ultrasound photo on his dash.

~time skip~

Joe opened the doors of the bar for you, letting you go in first, “Thanks." you smiled softly. Joe followed behind you nodding.

The two of you walked into the bar, looking for the table with all of your friends. You pulled the sweater away from your belly, making sure the material was loose enough so that nobody could see the bump in your abdomen. Joe looked down at you and nodded, “You’re fine, can’t see it at all.” He said, low enough so only you could hear him.

"There they are. Y/n! Joe!” Sam called from the table in the corner of the bar, a wide smile on his face as he saw you walk in with the blonde. You took a deep breath, putting a fake, happy smile on your face as you and Joe walked m over to the U shaped booth he and the others were seated at. "Hey Sammy!"

Sam stood up and hugged you tightly before hugging Joe, and clapping his back like all men do when they greet eachother. Cooper sat down next to Logan and Morgan, Logan wife.

"You guys come together?" Sam joked, smirking up at his best friend. You glanced at Joe who smiled and shook his head no. Sam laughed as you and Joe sat down next to each other. Sam sat on the outside, with Logan and Morgan next to him. Ja’Marr and Tee were in the middle, with you and Joe on the end.

"No,” you sighed as you pulled your sweater away from your tummy again, “we just happened to get here at the same time." you said, laughing a little as you finished your sentence.

Sam nodded and went back to talking to some of the guys. You decided to chat with Morgan. The two of you have been good friends for a while. As you talked to Morgan for a few minutes, catching up with each other about your off-season plans, Ja'Marr stood from his spot.

"How about we get some more drinks?!" he yelled, causing the other guys to whoop and holler.

You gulped, nervously. You knew you would have to break the news about your pregnancy very soon since they were ordering drinks. Joe noticed you were beginning to get anxious, so he put his hand on your knee under the table. He gave it a gentle squeeze as you smiled at him. He smiled back at you before turning back to the guys.

"So, what does everyone want? Y/n, I think I already know what you want." Tee snickered as everyone broke into laughter. Everyone at the table knew what my go to drink or drinks were.

You giggled along with them, "I don't know, do you?"

"Margarita? A glass of wine? No wait-- tequila on the rocks?" Ja'Marr asked, a sly grin on his face.

You knew you had to break the news now. You breathed out a laugh, "All three would be great, but-."

Sam chuckled, "She'll take all three then."

"Wait-."

"She can't..." Joe trailed off. The laughter and jokes came to an end as everyone looked at the quarterback and furrowed their eyebrows in confusion.

"Why? You love alcohol? Well, you certainly did at Taylor's party at least." Ja'Marr laughed. Tee chuckled in agreement, "Yeah. You pregnant or somethin'?"

You anxiously bit your lip. Here we go... You stayed silent. Your silence answering the question. The question that was supposed to just be a joke. Oh how you wished it was a joke right now...

"Oh my god, you're pregnant!" Morgan grinned excitedly, "congratulations, hun!"

Your breath hitched as you looked over at your older brother, whose jaw was clenched, "Surprise?"

"You're actually pregnant, Y/n!?" Tee asked, smiling happily. Ja'Marr and Logan had huge smiles on their faces too. You nodded, "Yeah, I am."

You looked over at Sam again. He had a shocked look on his face. He opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out. He clenched his jaw once again. Sam already wasn't taking this news well. You can only imagine how he'll react when he finds out who the father is. You glanced over at Joe, noticing how he gulped nervously.

"So," Logan chuckled taking a swig of his beer. "Who's the daddy?"

Sam gave you a stern look. "Yeah, Y/n. Who's the daddy?"

Your heart dropped to your stomach as you felt bile rise up the back of your throat. You couldn't tell him here, not like this. Especially with how he's reacting.

"I," you took a deep breath, "he um..." you stuttered, unsure of what to say.

"Its me." All eyes at the table snapped to Joe, "I'm the father." he stated. You let out a heavy sigh and looked over at the bar. Trying to avoid your friends shocked stares and your brothers eyes that were shooting daggers at you. Tee and Ja'Marr's mouth gaped open in shock.

"Pffft, Burrow shut up. You wish you were the daddy." Tee laughed, taking a drink of his beer.

"I'm not joking." Joe said in a serious tone. You smiled slightly as you made eye contact with him. You both looked across the table at Sam. HIs face was red, and he seemed to be fuming. Oh shit, this won't be good. Sam slammed his hands on the table of the booth. He shot up from the booth and reached across the table, his strong arms grabbing Joe by the collar.

"You fucker!" he roared, shaking Joe as he yelled, "YOU knocked my sister up?! How could you? C'mon man, you're my fucking best friend Joe!"

You gasped as you watched your brother try to throw a punch at Joe's jaw.

"Sam, let go of him!" Morgan cried, trying to pry Sam off of him. Logan joined in and helped her.

You grabbed onto Joe, trying to pull him out of your brothers grasp. However, your attempts were unsuccessful as Sam was much stronger than you. Sam looked pissed, and Joe looked like he was about to piss himself.

"You don't know how bad I want to fucking punch you right now." Sam seethed, tightening his grasp on Joe.

"Sam!" you cried, "Let go of him, calm down, please!" you exclaimed, tears brimming your eyes. Hearing the pain in your voice and tears in your eyes caused Sam to immediately soften. He let go of Joe's shirt collar and sat back down in the booth, chest heaving as he kept his angry gaze on Joe. Joe got out of the booth and took a deep breath, eyes shifting between all of his friends and you. Everyone at the booth was at a loss for words.

"Okay, everyone calm down." Tee said, putting his hands out in a gesture that told everyone to breathe. Ja'Marr nodded, "Well uh, Higgins and I are going to head out, let you guys talk this out."

The two receivers got up from the booth and stood at the front of the table, waving goodbye. Ja'Marr and Tee silently congratulated you before they both left. Logan and Morgan decided to leave too, both of them hugging and congratulating you and Joe. Morgan quietly told you good luck and that she would have Logan talk to Sam if things go south. After all of your friends left, it was just you, your brother, and your baby daddy in booth at the bar. The air was extremely tense, none of you dared to speak a word as you knew it would end in a screaming match. You knew it would be best to talk about this somewhere more private. After a few more minutes of tense silence, you declared that it would be best if you, Joe and Sam, went back to Joe's place to and talk it out and approach the situation.

~time skip~

"Why the HELL did you think it would be a good idea to screw my best friend, Y/n?" Sam yelled, pointing at Joe. You groaned and huffed out a breath of annoyance, "God Sam, we went over this! I was DRUNK! HE was drunk too! We didn't mean for this to happen."

Sam was standing in the middle of Joe's living room, pacing back and forth, while you and Joe sat on his couch.

Sam groaned. He rubbed his hands down his face. "I just...my sister?" he looked at Joe with a look of disbelief mixed with betrayal. "Do you know how fucked up that is? You don't go hookin' up with your best friends SISTER!"

Joe sighed and stood up from the couch, "Sam, look," he glanced at you as he spoke, "just like Y/n said, we were DRUNK. I mean shit, we were both almost black out drunk by the time we got back to my place!" his voice raised slightly as he tried to get his point across to Sam. He walked closer to Sam. "Listen, I get it. You're pissed at me, and if I were in your shoes, I would be pissed at me too. But Sam, I'm not leaving her. I'm staying around for this kid, and her." he said firmly. Sam just shook his head as he laughed in disbelief at his friends words.

Joe was fuming with anger as he saw Sam's reaction. Suddenly, Joe put his hands out in front of him and roughly pushed Sam's chest. "I'm not going to walk out and be some deadbeat dad, goddamnit!"

You looked between the two blondes, not daring to say a word to either of them. They were both of them upset with eachother, so you knew you needed to let them hash things out--without you interfering. You could talk to Sam about this later.

Sam scoffed and pushed him right back, "Bullshit!" he seethed at his best friend, "that's what they all say, Joe! You're going to walk out on her when she least expects it, and you're not going to look back, man. You have nothing tying you down to her."

You couldn't believe the words that were coming out of Sam's mouth. It was true though, there was nothing tying Joe down to you. You weren't together, you were just relying on his word that he wouldn't leave you or the baby.

Joe raised his voice, "You really think that low of me?" "YEAH!" Sam yelled, "yeah I do. You've left her behind before Joe."

Your heart dropped. You knew he was talking about Joe leaving you behind in Ohio when he left for LSU...

"Well this time, it's different. You know why?" Joe asked, getting up in Sam's face. "because I won't listen to you this time. I broke things off with Y/n because of you. I was going to ask her out. I was willing to make long distance work. But you Sam, you made me leave her behind."

You stood up from the couch, your mouth dropping open in disbelief. Tears welled up in your eyes as you looked at Sam with a heartbroken expression.

"Sam?" you asked, voice quiet, "is that true?"

"Y/n, we'll talk later," he sighed, giving you a somber expression. You shook your head, "NO! No, I want an answer now. Is that true? You knew about us so you made him break things off with me?"

"Y/n/n I-." You cut him off. "Yes or no."

Same shoulders fell in defeat.

"Yes."

You shook your head in disbelief, "I can't believe you."

"Y/n, you have to understand. Joe is my best friend. you're my sister, I was looking out for both of you. I knew if he dated you and moved to LSU, I would have lost both of you."

You were at a loss for words.

Sam continued, “And Y/n, this isn’t all my fault.” Sam pointed at Joe accusingly, “he made the decision to leave you behind. What makes you think he wouldn’t do it again?”

Joe scoffed, “Don’t give me that crap. This is a completely different situation.”

“How is different? Huh? How the hell is this any different?” Sam asked, his voice raising.

“because I love her. That’s right, I LOVE HER!" Joe yelled, pointing at you as he said those three words.

You never thought you would hear those words come out of Joe’s mouth. The two of you have history, history that you now discovered was only harsh because of your brother. All those years ago you assumed Joe left you behind because he didn’t genuinely care about you. But you were so wrong…

You know you need to talk to Sam about the OSU situation sooner rather than later. But you knew it could wait. You had to focus on the pregnancy news first.

Joe continued, “I love her so goddamn much, and that baby? I haven't even met the kid yet, but I already love it more than life itself. You know why Sam?” Sam stayed silent as Joe poured his heart out.

“That baby was made out of love. I’m going to love him or her no matter what. No matter what you say to me, or what you do me Sam, I’m not going anywhere!"

A tear rolled down your cheek as you listened to Joe’s confession. He truly did love and care about you. Even back when you were just 20, he did truly love you.

The silence was deafening as none of you said anything. Emotions still high between the three of you. Sam sat down on the couch and rubbed a hand over his face. You looked up at Joe with tears threatening to fall. You swallowed the lump in your throat, letting the only words you could think of spill out.

“You love me?”

There was so much to talk about, but that was all you could say.

hey loves!

this chapter was a little fluffy, but it was pretty angsty lol

did you see that coming? sam being the one that made joe break things off with you?👀

that’ll be elaborated on more later on…

the next chapter is pretty fluffy though, we find out what the gender of the baby is!! so exciting!

what are your guesses? will it be a boy or girl?

i hope you’re all doing well. thank you so much for reading and always supporting me and my writing. i love you all😚🤍🤍

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