A/N: This part focuses on the reader after what happened in the garden, I used this piece to set the plot for future parts. I hope you will enjoy it.
Pardon any mistakes but it is really late, and my eyes are half closed.
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After half an hour of complete silence, Alex finally looked at you. You felt his gaze and turned your head to face him just for a moment. His face displayed troubled expression. He opened his mouth to say something, but he didn’t. Instead, he stared at the road before him. Still not looking at you he said ‘I just don’t get it. Why wouldn’t you tell me?’ You didn’t turn to face him this time, but you felt his eyes on you. You breathed heavily and said the first thing that came to your mind. ‘Because I didn’t want anybody to know.’ Alex swallowed hard ‘I thought we were best friends,’ he whispered. ‘Alex, what do you want me to say? That I am sorry, sorry for not telling you?’ You responded with a raised whisper, weary of your sister sleeping in the backseat. ‘This is not what I am saying. I just thought that we can trust each other. For God sake Y/N, I was telling you everything!’ You knew he was hurt and that he didn’t mean to raise his voice. You looked at him. ‘I do trust you-‘ You tried to explain yourself, but he interrupted you. ‘Clearly not enough’ he said sarcastically. ‘Alex, I was sixteen when my mother passed away, and not long after he’ You closed your eyes and your eyebrows frowned, you swallowed hard before you continued ‘I was lost, I didn’t want people to know, I was scared that if … If I told, that he would…’ Tears were shielding your eyes. ‘Y/N, you don’t’ Alex tried to calm you down. But the tears were already falling from your eyes, down your cheeks and dripped off your chin onto your sweeter.
You heard lily move in the back. You whipped the tears and cleared your throat, ‘Is everything alright?’ You asked with a smile and a cheery voice. ’I need to pee.’ She said sleepily. ‘Alright will take a stop at the nearest gas station.’ You said and looked at the clock that showed four thirty-seven in the morning which meant that you have been driving for over eight hours with no break, fixated to get as far as possible. Suddenly your eyes felt heavy as you approached the gas station. You stopped the engine and said to the both of them. ‘We are stopping for no more than ten minutes, go to the toilet and grab what you need.’ The last you said more to Alex than Lily. You waited for Alex and Lily to get out of the car, and then you lock it. First, you all headed to the toilet.
You waited for Lily, and then you both motioned to the sink. You were washing your hands when you lifted your head and looked into the mirror. You were shocked by what you saw. You had massive bruise stretching from your right cheek and onto your lips. Your lower lip was broken with a big dry lump. ‘Did a bad man hurt you?’ You heard Lily say and you immediately looked at her confused as to what you should tell her. ‘Yes, but I hit him harder.’ You said smiling, and she smiled back.
You meet Alex outside the toilet. He was holding water, snacks and sandwiches. ‘I thought you might be hungry, I also ordered some tea for all of us. Should be ready in no time.’ He said proudly of himself. ‘Great’You said when you heard someone call you to take your tea. You took it and walked towards your car monitoring your surroundings. ‘Alex,’He looked at you puzzled. ’Do you see the two men in that black car? Over there.’ You asked not knowing if you are just paranoid. He dismissed your suspicions. ‘I am sure it is nothing, we, you were driving all night. You are probably just tired, maybe I should drive for a while, and you could take a nap.’ ‘Maybe you’re right’ You admitted
‘So, where should I drive?’ He asked sitting in the drivers’ seat. And that was a good question. Because despite you were driving, you didn’t know where you were headed. ‘Maybe we should take a break at the nearest “bed and breakfast”’ You were sitting at the back and in no time you fall asleep.
‘Y/N’ You heard your name and felt a shrug. You barely opened your eyes to what was going on, and you saw Alex. ‘We are taking a break at the “bed and breakfast like at your mamas”’ You rubbed your eye and yawned ‘Where are we?’ He pursed his lips sarcastically ‘At the nearest b&d’ ’What time is it? You questioned. ‘Nearly six in the morning, I already got us a room.’ He said and gave you his hand, which you took lazily. Where is Lily?’ You asked noticing that she is nowhere to be seen. ‘She is already in the room.’ This worked like a trigger, you started pacing to the entrance. Alex was right behind you. He caught up with you. And led you to the room.
You saw Lily fast asleep, peaceful and innocent. ‘I’ll take the couch.’ Said Alex and you just nodded and laid beside your sister.
You were dreaming about your mother when you were little. You were playing in your grandmother’s garden in a city you don’t recall. You heard your mom call you and you were overwhelmed by the scent of her perfume. Sweet, fresh fruity scent. ‘Y/N you cannot be here.’ You looked at her confused until the dream wasn’t a dream anymore. ‘Mom?’You hugged her tight, and she stroked your hair. She then suddenly pulled you away ‘No, Y/N you cannot be here.’ You looked at her quizzingly, eyebrows frowned. She realised that you don’t understand why it is. Why you can’t visit her? So, she answered your question, that hasn’t even been asked. ‘Oh, sweetie’ her voice brooked ‘it is dangerous, if you come here too often, you might get trapped and won’t be able to go back.’ You were even more confused. But you needed an answer to one question that was hunting you since the last time you saw her. ‘Mom, remember the last time I was here,’ She nodded not knowing where you were going with this question. ‘you said I have to practice something,’ She nodded once again. ‘but you never told me what.’ She smiled at you, like a sun spell. Proud and impatient to tell you she started to talk. ‘Do you remember when you were five and you and your dad went on the camping trip?’ You smiled at that memory it was your first time camping under the bare sky. ‘On that trip, something happened,’ You frowned your eyebrows confused ‘You got angry because you didn’t want to come back’ You couldn’t remember that incident ‘you screamed at your dad and a nice sunny day changed into thunder.’ You looked down and whispered ’I don’t remember that why?’ She looked at you with sorrow and continued with her story. ‘After you came back from the trip, your dad told me what has happened. We thought that you didn’t have it in you, but to our surprise, you had, have something far more powerful.’ You looked at your mom not understanding. ‘You see,’ She breathed out heavily. ‘you have a gift of magic, not just a traditional one, you have a very rare gift that allows you to control nature, of course for a price.’ Your eyes, wide open in disbelieve. ‘It makes you physically weak.’‘Is that what it was. I used “magic” to escape Rees and the others’ You felt insane, but you let her carry on, and so she did. ‘Your dad took your powers, but when he died, they came back to their owner. To you. And so, I went to a friend of mine, who gave me the necklace to block your powers.’ She finished, and you could not believe what you just herd. ‘Mom, this isn’t real, I am just dreaming’ You squeezed your eyes in an attempt to wake up but it didn’t work. ‘honey this is not a dream, and now listen to me.’ She said very seriously ‘You need to go to your grandmothers’ home in New Orleans and find her spell books and diaries. Just be careful many people want them. Go there and take them and never stop moving.’ You wanted to ask her questions, but she wouldn’t let you. ‘Go’ ‘But mom, I need to know so many things’ You said. ‘there is no time, now Gooo!’ She screamed at you, and her face turned into one that you often saw in horror movies. Pale white with black circles for eyes.
You walk up with a scream and tears. You were breathing very slowly, like that one time you decided to run a marathon. You closed your eyes and turned your head so that it would face your sister, but when you opened your eyes, they meet an empty pillow. You burst out of bed, you looked around and realised that it was only you in the room, so you just put your shoes on and left the room. You went downstairs to where the noises came from, and you saw Alex and Lily sit at a table laughing and eating. You were leaning against the door frame when Lily saw you and waved at you to join them.
You were eating a French toast when you saw your stepfather in the news. You immediately stopped eating. ‘We are currently at Mr Rees Owndel’s’ Said the news reporter. ‘whose daughters were kidnapped by gang members. As you can the garden is completely destroyed.’ They showed a video footage of the garden. ‘Mr Rees, would you like to say anting?’ The cameras showed your stepfather, who had tears in his cold eyes. ‘I don’t know what to say. I just want my girls to come home.’ Son of a bitch. You whispered, thankfully no one could hear you. ‘I only have one message to you.’ Said your stepfather. His voice cooler that ice, he starred directly to the camera, stared at you. ‘You can’t escape from me, I will find you everywhere you go, you can’t run from me. I will have it, and you will give it to me.’ He smiled viciously. You knew that this message was for you. You were petrified, but you shook the feeling off and looked at Alex and Lily.
‘Guys we are leaving.’ They both looked at you and then Alex turned around and you and Lily’s photos on the screen. You grabbed Lily’s hand, and you all were walking towards the exit when you were spotted by the manager. ‘Hey, wait.’ None of you stopped, and you ran towards your car. When you all took your original seats, you saw the manager speak to someone on the phone. No doubt he was calling the police. You just speed away. Headed towards New Orleans.
I know this was a long read, and there were no vampires involved, but I really needed this part to make this into a bit longer series. I also wanted to develop the reader’s character. Let me know if you would like anything specific to be in the story. Otherwise, I hope you enjoyed it. :)
First off - yes, I am alive. And second off- YES!! I am proud to announce that “Recovery” (E2-Harrison x Reader) - [PART III] is finally out!! Yay! I know it took a lot longer than it should’ve (about four months and thirteen days, but who’s counting??) but due to having finals, a job interview for a hospital and a bit of a mental breakdown, I had to delay posting.
While I understand that that may be a plausible excuse, some of you out there are still angry and upset over my lazy @$$, and as such, I am more willing to receive any comments/complaints that you may have. Please contact me on this account, or by e-mail at [email protected]
In any case, I hope you enjoy the final installment of the “Surprise” (E2-Harrison x Reader) mini-series.
Sincerely yours, reversephysics
P.S. I would also like to thank my best friend Hayli for helping me haul ass and editing my story, and my boyfriend Nick, for helping me write. I truly wouldn’t have been able to finish this without them <3
Imagine: You finally recover from your stressful breakdown, to find that Harry’s gone once again…
*~*~*~*~*
“________?!________?!?!”
Panicked, Harry tightened his grip on your shoulders and shook you violently. Though he knew very well that it was the most counterproductive and harmful activity he could do to you at the moment, he was still somehow convinced that he could elicit some sort of response.
Somehow force you to snap out of your trance and get you to look at him.
He shook you hard once more. “________?!?!”
“Harry, stop!” Caitlin struggled to pry the physicist’s hands off of your limp body. Shoving herself between the two of you, she cast the older man a firm look. “That’s not helping anyone. You need to let her go.”
“But she’s not responding!” Harry hissed, reaching for you once more. She blocked him. “I need to know that she’s okay!”
“Well, she’s not!”
“Why the hellnot?!”
“Because she’s gone into shock!” Though she was significantly shorter than the multiverse genius, Caitlin managed to match the firmness and ferocity that Harry exuded. “You need to leave her alone so I can give her the medical attention she needs!”
“But, I need to –”
“Harry!” She practically threw herself as the older man tried to grab you again. Arms flailing, bodies pushing, the two engaged in a quick and rough wrestle that was painful for both parties. “Harry! Harry, no–! Harry!”
Clearly, he wasn’t listening.
Although, how could he?
With how he treated you, the love of his life, for keeping one petty secret from him? He could’ve easily forgiven you and agreed to be the father instead of running away like some pathetic dead-beat. He wasn’t strong enough to protect you, strong enough to be there for you.
Just like the time Zoom took Jesse from him.
He couldn’t do anything.
How pathetic.
Harry’s movements got wilder and wilder, and Caitlin was starting to give in to her fatigue. She knew very well that she couldn’t hold off the man much longer. Casting a pleading look, she turned to the only person whom she knew could help.
“Jesse!” she called out.
Without explanation, the young speedstress immediately understood. She quickly dashed to her father, grabbed his arm and warped him out to the hallway - so hard, so fast that the two of them practically stumbled to their knees. Fortunately, they had thrown most of their weight to the wall and were able to steady themselves.
Once oriented, Harry furiously yanked his limb away.
“Jesse!” He spat, eyes glaring daggers through his beloved daughter’s head. “ What’re you - get off of me!!”
“Dad, no!” She locked arms with her father once more as he tried to escape and dash down the hall. “You need to stop! You need to calm down!”
“Calm down?!” The look on his face was incredulous. “Don’t you dare tell me to calm down!”
“Well, what else do you want me to say?!” Jesse pleaded, brows knit together. “Freak out? Act up? Now, who is that going to help?!”
“Stop!”
Out of frustration, Harry ripped himself from her and brushed past. Jesse instantly caught Harry by the waist and swung him around in a U-turn. He staggered two steps forward before he realized he wasn’t going in the right direction.
Resentful, he shot the young speedstress a dark yet pained look. “Why are you doing this to me?”
“Because,” she heaved a heavy sigh. “You’re in no condition to see her.”
His hands balled into fists. “You have no right to say that.”
“No right?” The concerned expression on her face deepened. “Dad, you were completely hysterical in there! If Caitlin hadn’t told me to pull you out, you’d still be trying to shake ________ awake. And then who knows what could happen to the baby…”
Upon the mention of his unborn child, Harry’s anger completely devolved into something almost unrecognizable: guilt. Because if he thought about it - if he really thought about it - none of the events would’ve happened if he stopped and considered how you were feeling.
How much stress he was putting on you.
And for what?
Bearing his child.
This was all his fault.
As if suddenly hearing the thoughts in his head, Jesse’s eyes widened. She swallowed hard. “I didn’t mean –”
“No,” Harry shook his head, cutting her off. “You’re right. You’re absolutely right.”
With stressed, veiny hands, he ran his fingers through his hair and laced them behind his neck. He tilted his head up to gaze at the ceiling, as if somehow the solution to all of his problems would somehow be written there.
“…If I’d been in the right state of mind, then none of this would’ve happened. ________ and I wouldn’t have fought, she wouldn’t have had the miscarriage and we could’ve been a family.”
He cast her a remorseful look.
“You could’ve had a younger brother or sister…”
“Dad…” She shook her head violently. “Don’t do that to yourself. You couldn’t have known that this would happen.”
“…I don’t know, Jess,” Harry responded in a low, self-loathing tone.
Slumping against the nearest wall, he slowly slid down the surface and sat on the cold, unforgiving floor. Jesse took a seat next to him.
“It’s just, deep down…some part of me knew that I should’ve stopped, that I was taking things too far.” He tugged forcefully on his hair. “Yet, I kept going…”
“She’ll make it through, Dad,” Jesse comforted him. “________ is a strong person.”
“Y’know,” Harry smiled bitterly. “That’s exactly what I said about your mother. Right before she passed away…”
For the longest time, Jesse kept quiet.
She didn’t know what to say.
Although, how could she?
They’ve always talked about the better parts of their memories about her mom. Never about them by her bedside. It made Jesse uncomfortable that Harry was comparing her mom’s and your situation so easily.
She thought of several things she could say to comfort her dad that wouldn’t sound hollow, wouldn’t sound fake, wouldn’t have Harry blaming himself for all that has happened; yet, nothing came to mind.
Out of other options, the young brunette simply leaned her head against her father’s shoulder and pulled his arm close.
Harry heaved a heavy sigh.
In the distance, a machine reared to life and filled the air with an autonomous, mechanical buzz. They listened to it for a while, both closing their eyes and feeling the comfort and warmth that the other had to offer.
They were in their own little world.
About fifteen minutes or so passed before they heard footsteps roaming down the hall. It didn’t take long before Barry and Cisco appeared around the bend of the metallic corridor and approached them.
Harry and Jesse shot to their feet immediately. Their eyes were wide with anticipation.
“How is she?” Harry asked.
“________’s been stabilized,” Barry informed him. “She’s sleeping right now; but, Caitlin’s trying to clean her up in the meanwhile.”
Harry nodded.
“That’s good,” he said. “And the baby?”
There was an awkward silence that followed. Barry and Cisco exchanged troubled looks that did nothing but force Harry’s heart to beat violently against his ribcage.
“What?” He asked, blood pulsing through his veins, the scalding heat practically burning his insides. “What is it?”
Cisco shifted uncomfortably. “We’re not sure…”
“You’re not…sure?” His voice was deceptively soft. “The hell is that supposed to mean, Ramon?”
The mechanical engineer sighed. “It means Caitlin still has to set up her lab and run some tests.”
“She said it may take some time,” Barry added. “But you’re welcome to visit _________ until then.”
“Just don’t touch her.”
For a moment, the multiverse physicist wanted to snap at them, tell the two what he really thought about not being able to touch you; but bit his tongue. He knew that no good would come from arguing, especially when they had a good and probable cause to remind him.
Jesse reached out and held her father’s hand.
Harry snapped out of his train of thoughts and cast a curious look down at her.
“Let’s go,” she said, jerking her head in the direction of the Med Bay. “I want to see her.”
Pressing his lips into a hard line, Harry nodded in agreement. “Okay…”
The present members of Team Flash soon made their ways down the hall, all in hopes of your well-being.
*~*~*~*~*
You were asleep.
Eyes closed, breathing steady, you looked every bit unresponsive as Harry felt about the situation. Just the sight of you, lying motionless under the white fluorescent light of the lab, made his stomach twist and turn in ways he hadn’t felt in a long while.
It made him sick.
Jesse’s grip tightened around her father’s hand.
“She’ll be okay…” she whispered.
Harry didn’t even bother to respond. Instead, he kept watching you carefully, as if hoping you’d somehow wake up any minute.
But you didn’t.
And it was just killing him to play that guessing game with himself, counting backwards from three to one, and shouting ‘now’ inside his head to predict when you would wake up. It ate at his spirit with every passing second.
Harry rubbed the back of Jesse’s hand with his thumb prior to pulling away.
“Snow, Allen, Ramon,” he said, voice low and gravelly. They all turned their attention towards him, curious and anxious. “Mind if I have a moment alone with ________?”
There was an unspoken hesitation shared amongst the members of Team Flash, as they glanced at each other for guidance. Eventually, all their eyes turned to Dr. Caitlin Snow as she was the one who possessed the medical knowledge to make this decision.
Her brows furrowed in concern, that familiar calculating expression etched deeply into her face. Finally, Caitlin relaxed her shoulders and nodded.
“Okay,” she agreed reluctantly. “I can give you ten minutes. But, after that, I have to run more tests.”
Harry released a relieved sigh. “Thank you…”
She nodded.
Setting down the plastic clipboard on a nearby counter, she walked out of the Med Bay with Barry and Cisco following in suit. Jesse took a few steps back, lingering at the door for a moment.
“I’m gonna go too,” she said. “See if they need help setting up and everything.”
Harry nodded dismissively. “Okay.”
For a moment or so, Jesse watched her father slowly approach your bedside. He was cautious, almost scared - as of the slightest movement he made would put you in harm’s way once more.
It’s just like the time Mom passed away… she thought.
Except, now, two lives were at risk instead of one.
That very thought rocked Jesse to her core.
Taking a few steps back, Jesse slowly eased herself out of the room and followed the rest of her friends to the Speed Lab.
Once his daughter’s footsteps disappeared, Harry was finally able to clear his mind. Stop the adrenaline from coursing through his veins and pounding against his head.
With wide, shaking hands, Harry allowed his fingertips to gently graze against your cheek. He trailed them ever so carefully on the side of your face, over the curve of your ear and through the slight tangle of your hair.
With every stroke, every move, his touch became more and more defined. His calloused skin pressed against yours, memorizing and reacquainting himself with all the features of your face that he’d missed so dearly.
A sharp sting started in the back of his eyes, momentarily blurring his vision.
God, how could he do this to you?
“I’m so sorry, ________,” His voice came out hoarse and dry. “I don’t know what came over me, and I just –”
He stopped himself.
You were still unconscious, unable to hear all of his explanation - no matter how loud he spoke, no matter how many times he explained.
There was no point.
Yet, a part of him still wanted to try. Wanted to explain all the thoughts that ran through his head in the past few days.
Truth be told, Harry wasn’t even all that angry about you keeping a secret from him. Rather, he was terrified.
Scared to his wits.
What with his age, his career and his ambitions, Harry simply assumed that he wouldn’t have time to start a family. Hell, it had been so long since he was last involved in a serious relationship.
It took all of his courage and pride before he could even remotely admit he was attracted to you.
Even more so when he decided to get physical with you.
He knew doing so could be dangerous, a catastrophic event that could potentially ruin your future. Yet, he still did it anyway because he wanted you.
Heneededyou.
So much that he let his greed blind his judgement and didn’t even consider the consequences of his actions.
This was all his fault.
Reaching for your hand, he held it tightly and lowered his forehead against your stomach. He listened - quietly, intently - searching for anything that may indicate that his child was somehow still alive.
Though, he knew it to be pointless.
His ears did not possess the ability to detect a growing heart. At this point, he was simply pretending to be a miracle doctor.
“God,” he let out a shaky breath. “I’m such a fucking idiot…”
Harry straightened himself and caressed your sleeping face once more.
You were oblivious to his touch, keeping that still-dead expression that scared him so much. He gently tucked a lock of hair behind your ear, and pressed his lips firmly against your forehead.
“I love you, ________,” he whispered, as if his words would somehow breathe life into you. “I love you somuch…”
Lowering his head slightly, Harry brushed his lips on top of yours, your chapped skin slightly grating against his. He didn’t mind though.
He missed you.
“I’ll make it up to you, I promise…” Harry whispered, just loud enough for you to hear. “I just can’t do that here…”
And without so much of a second thought, he pulled himself away from you.
*~*~*~*~*
Anger.
Burning hot anger.
It was the last thing you remembered, the last thing you felt before the world tipped sideways and rendered you speechless. Everything else after that was blurry.
Just as it was now.
Fluorescent lights blared brightly as you opened your eyes. The familiar scent of rubbing alcohol and sterile air invaded your senses, forcing you to become acutely aware of your surroundings.
You were in the Med Bay.
Lying in a gurney, hooked up to several machines that monitored your body fluids, breathing and whatever else medical experts deemed necessary for your wellbeing.
You groaned. God, I have one hell of a headache…
Carefully propping yourself up on your elbows, you looked around the room.
It was empty.
No signs of Barry, Cisco, Cait, Jesse and - most certainly - no signs of Harry. Not that you had high hopes for him. He made it clear that he wanted nothing to do with you or the baby.
A dull ache throbbed in your chest.
You missed Harry.
It’s been so long since he touched you. Held you in his arms, his broad, firm hands stroking you gently as the two of you quietly lie in bed.
The dull ache sharpened.
…Whatever, you shook your head decisively. Feeling sorry’s not gonna help anyone…
If anything, it’s just gonna worry your friends and piss off Harry unnecessarily. And after how he’s been towards you for the past few days, you weren’t sure you could take much more.
Might as well get up, you thought.
Throwing the covers off, you carefully swung your legs over the side of the bed and sat up. A rush of cold wind dwindled up your limbs as a sudden realization dawned on you.
You weren’t in your clothes.
Rather than the skinny jeans, white spaghetti strap shirt and dark blue blazer that you loved and adored so much, you had donned a short, papery patient’s gown with nothing but fresh underwear beneath.
The smell of cucumbers and fresh water seeped from your skin, specifically from around your thighs. As if someone had scrubbed hard and well to get rid of whatever had tainted you.
Your brows furrowed.
Quite carefully, you reached down and felt at the apex of your legs. It was still damp, an indication that the action happened not too long ago.
You couldn’t help but frown. “What the hell…?”
Okay.
Now, you really had to get up.
Otherwise, you were just going to sit and stew in your own ignorance.
With expert hands, you removed the medical tape, took out the IV needles and set them down on the bed. You kept a firm pressure on your forearm to stop the bleeding - for about ten seconds - prior to releasing your hold.
Once sure the wound had closed, you pushed yourself off the gurney and looked around the room. Knowing Caitlin and how she treated all her patients, she always kept their clothes nearby should they ever feel the need to change.
It wasn’t long before you found your own pair of jeans and, of course, S.T.A.R. Labs sweatshirt.
You shuffled closer.
Picking up the sweater, you read the tag and found that it had been appropriately chosen to be two sizes bigger - perfect accommodation for you and your newborn-to-be.
You smiled appreciatively. Guess I have to find Cait and thank her…
Taking a moment to look around, you made sure that you were the only one in the room prior to stripping out of your gown and changing. Just as you finished pulling your head through the neck opening, the sound of heels clacking against cement floors echoed, growing closer and closer each second.
Curious, you turned toward the entrance
There, passing through the Med Bay, with her high heels, young principal-like outfit and clear plastic clipboard, was Caitlin. She was flipping through a few pages, before she noticed the gurney was empty.
Though she was standing quite a ways away, you could tell the Bio-engineer’s heart practically leapt out of her chest. Her eyes widened upon meeting yours.
You waved bashfully.
“Hey, Doc,” you greeted. “I was just about to look for you.”
“________!” Cait set her belongings down on a nearby counter and quickly rushed over to you. “What are you doing? You’re supposed to be resting!”
“Guess I got tired of waiting,” you admitted.
Taking you by the arm, the brunette guided you back to the gurney where you both took a seat. Curious, you gestured to the room. “Where is everyone?”
“In the Speed Lab,” Cait’s mouth twisted uneasily. “We were worried that you’d stress out if you woke up with everyone hovering over you.”
She grasped your hand gently.
“After what happened, we didn’t want to put you or the baby at risk.”
“At risk…?”
The slight ambivalence in your tone caused the biochemist to freeze for a moment. She nodded slowly.
“Yes…” her voice was slow and cautious. “You do remember, don’t you?”
Your forehead creased with worry.
A vague recollection of muffled voices and flashes of red weaved itself back into your memory. Though you haven’t been told what had happened or had been given much of an opportunity to reflect back on the moment, you knew exactly what Caitlin was talking about.
What she was so hesitant to speak of.
With shaking hands, you gently laced your fingers over your stomach. Tears welled up at the corner of your eyes, blurring your vision.
Caitlin leaned closer, concerned. “________?”
“The baby,” you whispered. “Is the baby okay?”
She tensed.
The silence that followed was deafening.
Your heart shrivelled up inside your ribcage, the last bit of light dying as you waited for her to speak. Though you were praying for the best, a part of you braced yourself for whatever bad news may follow.
Caitlin squeezed your hand once more. “The baby is okay…”
You released a shaky breath. “Oh, thank god…!”
“But…”
“But?” A stab of anxiety tore through your insides once more as your muscles tensed and forced you to sit up straight. “What do you mean, but…?”
Caitlin took a moment to collect her thoughts. “You’re still at a risk for miscarriage.”
Miscarriage…
You wanted to laugh.
I mean, hell. Caitlin was talking about you, possibly losing your baby. That’s got to be some sort of sick joke. I mean, this never happened in real life, right?
A dull ache started beating against your skull, as all sorts of possibilities and scenarios invaded your mind. As if reading your thoughts - or, most likely, the expression on your face, the bioengineer gave you a few moments to let the reality sink in.
With a dazed expression, you gently ran your hands across your stomach. Searching for any semblance of life that may reside in it. When you couldn’t find any, your worry grew even more.
“You said I was at a risk,” you started slowly. “Does that mean my baby is dying?”
“Well…” Caitlin chewed on her bottom lip. “Not exactly.”
What the hell is THAT supposed to mean? As much as you wanted to lash out, you bit your tongue.
Leaning forward, Cait began her explanation.
“The term ‘miscarriage’ is very broad,” she started gently. “While most people think that it simply refers to a single event - a spontaneous expulsion of the fetus from the womb that can happen at any given moment - there are many different stages and types of miscarriages. The one you experienced is commonly referred to as a ‘threatenedmiscarriage.’”
She said the word as if it was supposed to make things better.
It didn’t.
Still, you kept quiet and waited for her to continue on.
“Now, this particular case is called ‘threatened’ because you display signs of inevitable and complete miscarriages; but, upon further examination, it’s revealed that your cervix has remained intact.”
Your breath hitched slightly as you started to catch on to what she was saying. “Meaning…?”
“Meaning,” Caitlin repeated. “That your baby is safe and in good health. For now.”
At this point, the blinding anger that festered in your chest started to subside, and relief began to fold over you. Even so, a part of you remained skeptical.
“Okay…” you shifted slightly in your seat. “So, what exactly caused my miscarriage?”
Caitlin’s frown deepened.
“Unfortunately,” she glanced worriedly at your stomach. “The actual cause of a miscarriage is frequently unclear. Most experts say that it’s often due to abnormal chromosomal activity; but, I don’t think that was it.”
You furrowed your brows. “What do you suspect it is?”
She took a deep breath. “Stress, most likely…”
“Stress?” You asked.
Cait nodded.
“During times of physical or emotional turmoil, the brain releases a hormone called corticotropin-releasing hormone - CRH for short.”
“Okay…” You nodded slowly.
A part of you felt intimidated by the long, complicated-sounding medical term; but, forced yourself to stay attentive anyway. As if catching on to your panic, Cait slowed herself.
“Now…” she continued cautiously. “The release of CRH triggers a chain reaction in the body. The chain reaction leads to uterine contractions. And the uterine contractions lead to spontaneous abortions.”
She squeezed your hand once more.
“Make sense?”
You nodded yet again; though, truth be told, her simplification didn’t make digesting the facts any easier.
“That being said…” the bioengineer stood up and reached for her stethoscope so she could examine you as she proceeded with her commentary. “It is perfectly normal to experience nausea, light cramps, occasional spotting or very light bleeding during the early stages of pregnancy. In fact, a large percentage of women do. However…”
She paused momentarily, listening to any abnormalities in your breathing.
“If your symptoms progress on to moderate to severe back pain, weight loss, white-pink mucus discharge, brown or bright red bleeding with or without cramps, let me know ASAP.”
The drum of the stethoscope slid from your breast bone to the small of your back.
“This is especially important with painful contractions that occur every five to twenty minutes.” She cast you a firmer look. “Understood?”
You released a sigh. “Yes, ma’am.”
“Good.”
With that, Caitlin carried on her medical examination and hardly spoke a word. You anxiously fiddled with your thumb as you waited for her to finish.
“You know,” Caitlin started, unhooking the headset from her ears and wrapping it around her neck. “Everyone’s really sorry about what happened earlier. For stressing you out, I mean…”
You shook your head.
“It’s fine,” you said, giving her a bashful smile. “I get it. You were all worried about me. How can I hate you guys for that?”
Cait smiled apologetically. “Still…”
“It’s fine,” you repeated. “Really.”
The brunette remained skeptical; though, didn’t argue any further. “If you say so…”
An awkward second passed yet again as the two of you tried to figure out what to do, what to say next. It was a good moment or so when Cait finally spoke up. “How are you feeling?”
“Okay, I guess,” You shrugged. “Haven’t felt or experienced any of the symptoms you mentioned, so –”
You blinked, surprised. The bioengineer was hardly the type to talk about affection of any sort; at least, not since Ronnie’s death and Zolomon’s betrayal. It was difficult for her.
As it was for you now.
With your forehead creased with worry, you lowered your gaze and thought of an appropriate response to the question. When you couldn’t find any, it proved to be frustrating.
Caitlin frowned. “________?”
“Sorry,” you apologized. “I wish I could answer that.”
She tilted her head. “What do you mean?”
“What I mean is that I…” you paused to take a deep breath. “…I don’t really know how to feel. I mean, how am I supposed to when I’ve had a near miscarriage and the father doesn’t want to be around me?”
“…Right,” Caitlin pressed her lips into an awkward, self-scolding smile. “Not something they teach you in the American Girl’s handbook.”
You couldn’t help but laugh. “You actually read those?”
She flushed brightly. “From time to time.”
Oh, Caitlin, you shook your head internally as you laughed once more. That would explain so much…
Before you knew it, your cheeks started to hurt. It took a moment for you to realize that it was because you were smiling.
A real smile.
Something you hadn’t done in days. And frankly, the realization made you widen your grin even more in both pain and pleasure. It wasn’t long before you noticed the same bright expression pressed on Cait’s face.
Taking a step back, she gestured towards the door with her head. “Come on,” Cait said gently. “Everyone’s waiting for you.”
And with that, you pushed off the gurney and followed her out.
*~*~*~*~*
“Is that even possible?”
“Of course, it is!”
“You sure?”
“Yeah,” Cisco nodded adamantly. “All we have to do is figure out how to bypass the difference in curve radius between the two wheels and - boom! - we’ve got ourselves a functioning wheelchair.”
Barry furrowed his brows. “But what about the wiring…?”
“We’ll figure it out.” The mechanical engineer shrugged nonchalantly. “Besides, how hard could it be?”
The speedster frowned worriedly.
While he loved the thought of rigging out the Evil Wells’ old wheelchair to better fit your needs, he was a little skeptical about how they were going to accomplish the task.
Despite the fact that his best friend had the ability to create and repair several types of machinery, Cisco wasn’t as much of an expert in electrical engineering as he thought himself to be.
Why else would S.T.A.R. Labs’ security fail so frequently?
Oblivious to his thoughts, Cisco reached next to Jesse, who sat beside him, and grabbed the nearest pair of wire cutters. He gave it a good squeeze or two, prior to placings its bladed jaws around the yellow wire.
Barry and Jesse watched intently.
Just as he was about to cut through, Cisco released the pressure on the handles and pulled away. His mouth twisted in confusion.
“Wait,” he said, wracking his brain once more. “Maybe it was the blue one?”
Jesse frowned. “Is it?”
Cisco shrugged. “I think?”
He repositioned the metallic cutters around the said blue wire, and started the process of cutting; only to pull back once more.
“No, I’m definitely sure it’s the yellow one,” he corrected himself. “I’m like…eighty percent positive.”
Barry raised his eyebrows. “Eighty percent?”
Cisco stared blankly at his best friend for several seconds.
“Dammit,” the mechanical engineer cursed under his breath and placed the wire cutters back in the toolbox. “You’re right. We need to review the manual…again.”
Though he didn’t say anything, there was an almost helpless look scrawled across Barry’s face, one that spelled out a small “I told you so.”
Taking the hint, Cisco’s frown deepened.
“Hey man,” he started, voice soft. “I know. I wish ________ was here too. She knows more about this than any of us. But…”
He heaved a heavy sigh.
“We gotta work with what we have.”
Barry nodded. “Yeah…”
Pushing herself off the ground, Jesse stood up, straightened her shirt and nodded to her friends. “I’ll go get the manual.”
Turning on her heel, the young speedstress started to make her way towards Cisco’s desk, only to stop a few steps after. Her eyes widened with watery relief.
Cheeks flushed brightly, you waved from the doorway. “Hey…”
“________,” she whispered.
Upon hearing your name, Barry and Cisco stopped their conversation mid-sentence and glanced over their shoulders to see you. A spike of anxiety shot up your spine and you began to sweat.
God, what do I do now? You thought, stiffening slightly under their gaze. How am I supposed to greet them anyway?
In fact, how were you supposed to greet anyone who had just witnessed the most vulnerable moment in your life and act like nothing happened?
Thankfully, Jesse didn’t give you long to ponder on the question as the young Wells rushed over and threw her arms around you. You stumbled back a half-step; but, nonetheless, returned the gesture.
“Oh my god, ________,” She buried her face at the crook of your neck. “Thank god you’re alright.”
You couldn’t help but smile.
“‘Course I’m alright,” you reassured her, tightening your arms around the young speedstress. “Didn’t I always tell you I kick ass?”
She laughed almost tearfully. “‘Course you do…”
“Hey, don’t forget about me,” Cisco walked over, a wide, loving smile spreading across his face as he held out his arms. He piled on to the group hug and gave you a good squeeze. “I missed you too, you know?”
“I missed you too, dork.”
He wrinkled his nose. “You’re lucky I love that name.”
The three of you exchanged light, quick banter as Barry made his way to you in a slow and steady pace. He waited patiently for Jesse and Cisco to release you from their grip before opening his arms and giving you one of the many hugs you’ll be receiving that day.
“Hey, ________,” he rubbed your back. “I’m glad you’re okay.”
You nodded. “You and me both.”
Beside you, Caitlin pursed her lips.
“Okay, that’s enough touching,” she reminded everyone. “She just got out of bed and is still a little groggy from the meds I gave her earlier.”
She cast everyone a grumpy look.
“Don’t stress her out too much.”
Cisco nodded, giving her a small salute. “Yes, ma’am.”
For a moment, you chatted with the rest of Team Flash, all of them wondering how you and the baby were doing. They asked about names, when the baby was due, and all sorts of questions that pregnancy raised.
All of which should be discussed with the one person who wasn’t here.
Shifting from one foot to the other, you smiled awkwardly. “I hope you guys don’t mind me asking, but…where’s Harry?”
There was a resounding silence that filled the room. The once friendly atmosphere finally faded away, only to be replaced with uncomfortable looks. Barry, Cisco, Caitlin and Jesse glanced between each other as if holding a private conversation of their own.
Your forehead creased with worry. “Guys?”
Barry swallowed. “Harry left a while ago…”
“What do you mean, ‘he left?’”
“Well, that’s to say…” he ran his fingers through his hair and sighed. “He sort of disappeared.”
Jesse nodded in unison with Cait. “We can’t find him at all.”
“But don’t worry!!” Cisco interjected hurriedly. “We will! And once we do, we’ll talk some sense into him, and –”
“No,” you shook your head. “It’s okay.”
The look on everyone’s faces was completely priceless. So much so that you couldn’t help but smile.
While Harry’s absence did darken your mood by a bit, the amount of love and care that everyone gave you completely overshadowed whatever negativity you felt at the moment. The rest of Team Flash shared several confused looks amongst themselves, before Cisco broke the silence.
“Really?” He asked. “You’re sure about that?”
“Yeah,” you flashed everyone a reassuring smile. “I mean, I’ve survived this long, right? What’s a few more months before I meet the love of my life again?”
Barry and Jesse furrowed their brows. “Love of your life?”
“Uh-huh.” You nodded. “It won’t be long before you meet them too.”
Presently running your hands from the top of your abdomen to the bottom, you showed them how far along you were. Through the large, thick fabric of the sweatshirt, everyone could tell that your baby - whatever gender it may be - was no larger than the size of a plum.
A look of understanding soon came over everyone and, before you knew it, they accepted your decision.
“Okay,” Barry crossed his arms and examined you carefully. “Yeah, if that’s what you want. We’ll support whatever decision you make.”
“We mean it,” Jesse added. “Know that we’re all here for you.”
“I do,” you said. “Thank you.”
“…And speaking of being here for you,” Cisco rubbed his hands together, prior to hooking his arm around your neck. “Does this mean I get to be the godfather?”
You couldn’t help but laugh. “Godfather?”
“Hell yeah,” the mechanical engineer gave you a lopsided grin. “You know me. I’ll be the best one your baby’ll ever have.”
You raised a curious eyebrow. “Why’s that?”
“Because….” Cisco quickly released you from his grip and extended his arm to the upturned wheelchair sprawled on the floor. “I’m the one who’s been making all sorts of cool devices for you and your baby.”
Beside him, Jesse coughed.
Cisco rolled his eyes.
“Jesse and Barry helped too,” he admitted. “But, still, it’s mostly me.”
Before either of the speedsters could argue with his point, Cisco reached in his back pocket and fished out what looked to be a small watch-like device. His face lit up with immediate delight, a blatant indication of how proud he was to have made this invention.
“This is for you, by the way.”
Reaching for your hand, he placed his creation on your wrist. Buckled in with the perfect tightness.
Your forehead wrinkled in confusion.
“Uh, thanks…?” you said as sincere as you could. “What is it?”
“This,” he started in a very pompous voice, “is a portable baby monitor that you can use to check on the status of your baby’s health. It comes with a standard sonogram function and a detachable microphone, so you can always hear your baby, even from another room. And there’s even an alarm function that lets you know the optimum feeding time for your child.”
“Wow,” you mused, carefully examining his gift. “This is amazing.”
“Of course it is,” Cisco winked. “I also set it up with some nano-tech batteries that Jesse brought from Earth-2, so you shouldn’t have to worry about replacing them until mini-you graduates college.”
The mechanical engineer clapped his hands together excitedly.
“Well,” he started. “What do you think?”
“I honestly don’t know what to say,” you admitted, constantly turning your attention from him to the monitor. “Thank you, Cisco.”
“Anytime, baby girl,” he grinned.
“Don’t call her baby girl…”
Everyone jumped.
Glancing over your shoulder, all of Team Flash looked in the direction where the low, gruff voice came from. There, standing in the middle of the doorway, was Harry. He looked weary and tired; but, mostly, he just looked annoyed.
Probably from the nickname.
Regardless, your heart still leapt out to him. Arms dropping to your side, you took a small, hesitant step towards the man. “Harry…”
His gaze immediately shifted towards you.
For the longest time, the multiverse physicist didn’t say anything; rather, he just kept his dark, piercing eyes trained on to you. He swallowed hard.
“________,” he whispered, voice cracked. “You’re okay…”
It took a moment or so for you register his simple statement and respond. “Yeah,” you nodded. “What about you?”
“I’m fine.”
Though he said so, the cut tone to his voice proved otherwise.
From the corner of your eyes, you could tell that everyone was watching the two of you intently. Waiting, gauging on whether this was a situation that could potentially cause more complications with your unborn child.
Taking note of the sudden tension, Harry cleared his throat. “I, uh…need a moment with ________. Alone, please…”
Barry, Cisco and Jesse turned their attention towards Caitlin once more.The bioengineer pursed her lips, as she thought of a proper response. When you saw that she couldn’t come to a decision, you placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder.
She turned to you.
“It’s okay,” you flashed her your most convincing smile. “I’ll be fine.”
“You sure?” she asked.
“Positive.”
“If you say so.”
Nodding towards the rest of Team Flash, she led everyone out of the room and down the hall. With all who passed you, they gave a reassuring squeeze on the shoulder before shooting a suspicious look towards the older Wells.
He merely ignored them.
It didn’t take long before the two of you were finally alone.
You shifted uncomfortably once more. “Harry –”
The man charged at you and pulled you into a tight, suffocating hug. With one arm around your waist and a firm hand cradling your head, Harry held you in a way he never had before. His hold was strong and tense, almost painful to be in; but, you couldn’t have cared less.
He was here.
With you.
“Harry –” you started once more as you tried to pull away; but, the man wouldn’t have it.
Instead, against your attempted struggle, he kept you pressed to his frame and buried his face in the crook of your neck. Through the slightest movement, you could tell he was shaking, finding it difficult to breathe as tears fell down his face.
“Thank god,” he whispered, after you somehow managed to loosen his grip and slowly bring your hands to rub his back. “You’re alright right…!”
You stared at the ceiling blankly, his words taking longer than normal to register in your head. “Y-yeah,” you stammered, finally able to formulate a proper response. “Of course…I’m alright. The baby’s alright.”
“I didn’t know what I’d do if I lost you,” he continued softly. “Either of you…”
There was a strange tone to his voice, something that you didn’t recognize. Before you could discern its identity, Harry reared back and pressed his lips fixedly on your forehead. His fumbling fingers brushed your hair back and held your face completely still, only allowing your wandering gaze to move.
It was only then that you realized how red his eyes were.
As if he’d been crying for a longer period of time than he’d allow anyone else to see. His nose and cheeks were flushed as well.
You stared at him, mouth slightly agape. “Harry, you’re –”
“Don’t say it,” Harry let out a half-choked laugh. “Last thing I want is for Ramon to find out I have a soft side.”
You couldn’t help but smile a bit.
“Don’t worry,” you teased. “I won’t tell.”
“As far as I know.”
You rolled your eyes. “Asshole.”
For a moment, the multiverse physicist was silent, and it terrified you that you had touched a nerve. Instead, he released a heavy sigh, his bright gaze darkening to a guilt-ridden one.
“…I am,” he admitted, surprisingly. “Look, ________. I’m sorry - about treating you the way I did. It was immature, irresponsible, and I was just –”
You shook your head. “It’s fine.”
His brows furrowed.
“What?”
“You don’t need to tell me,” you explained to him, keeping your tone leveled and sincere. “You’ve told me about how you felt about starting a family. How that freaked you out.”
Brushing your fingers across his cheeks, you dried his tears.
“I should’ve known,” you said.
He shook his head apologetically once more. “I’m sorry.”
“Like I said,” you smiled. “It’s okay.”
Harry closed his eyes, resisting the urge to shed another tear.
He covered your hand with his, allowing himself to feel your warmth for the first time since he and Jesse returned from Earth-2. He pulled you close once more and rocked you against his chest.
Smiling contently, you let him.
The two of you stayed there for a while, following each other’s movements as you both made up for lost time. Harry’s grip had changed; he no longer held as someone he lost, but as someone he loved, cherished.
Someone who truly belonged to him.
And it was that very tenderness that had you fall for the man over again, just as you had when he first stepped through the portal held in S.T.A.R. Labs’ basement.
“You know, ________,” Harry hummed as he nestled his mouth against your hair and kissed your head. “I hope it’s not too late for me to say this…”
You closed your eyes. “Say what?”
“I still want to be the father,” he confessed, somewhat abashed. “I still want to be in your life, and in our child’s life. That is, if you’d let me…”
The smile broadened across your lips. “Of course,” you nodded, burying your face further into his chest. “How could I refuse?”
“Then,” he suddenly sounded uneasy. “In that case, I have something to show you…”
You looked at him curiously. “What is it?”
Without saying a word, Harry pulled away, allowing his broad hands to travel from your back, over your shoulders, down your arms and to your hand. He gave it a gentle tug as he walked back a few steps.
“Come on,” he said. “Follow me.”
Harry led you through S.T.A.R. Labs’ winding hallways until you reached the Cortex. He held your hand the whole way, refusing to let go - something he’s never done before.
As you said, Harry was never much of a physical man.
He was always the type to show his affection through little gadgets and intellectual tid-bits. Even so, this was a welcome change.
As you arrived at the Cortex, you and Harry saw everyone gathered around the main table. Their faces lit up at the sight of your entwined fingers.
Cisco grinned widely. “I see things went well?”
Harry shot him a dark, sinister look. “Not another word, Ramon, or I will throw you in the pipeline.”
“Yeah, right,” The mechanical engineer rolled his eyes. “I’ll have you know, ________ picked me to be your baby’s godfather.”
“And I’ll have you know I can still pick Allen.”
Cisco’s jaw practically fell to the floor. “You did not.”
Harry raised his head. “Try me.”
While the two passive-aggressive besties were arguing amongst themselves, you made eye contact with the rest of the members in the room and laughed. Though, truth be told, none were louder than yours.
“Harry,” you asked, tugging on his hand. “Didn’t you have something you wanted to show me?”
The older Wells blinked, snapping out of his thoughts. “Oh, right,” he said, scanning the room. “Now, where the hell did I –?”
“Is this it?” Jesse asked.
She carefully lifted a medium-sized gray box for everyone to behold. Harry’s eyes brightened upon seeing it.
“Yeah, that’s it,” He reached for the package in his daughter’s hands. “Thanks, Jess.”
Everyone gathered around, quite nosily, as Harry momentarily stared at the package prior to giving it to you. With careful hands, you observed it.
The box was light, weighing no more than five pounds. For several moments, you thought of the many items it could hold; but, nothing came to mind. As if sensing your need for encouragement, Harry nudged you.
“Open it,” he said.
You nodded.
Working your fingers under the cover, you pulled the top off and stared at all its contents. Everyone leaned in to get a better look.
Inside the box were a jumble of strings, a few long wooden rods, and several hand carved wooden spheres painted to look like the planets of the solar system. You tilted your head to the side, curious to find out what it meant.
Pinching the loop of a string that seemed oddly placed at the middle of the wooden rods, you lifted the contraption up. All the parts seemed to magically fall into place as the gift took shape.
Your eyes widened with awe. “Is this –?”
“My mobile!” Jesse exclaimed.
You turned to the younger Wells, only to be greeted by a bright, glowing smile. Making her way next to you, she hardly took her gaze off the childhood memorabilia.
“Oh my god…” she mused, barely able to contain her excitement. “I haven’t seen this in years! Where did you find it?”
Harry shrugged sheepishly.
“It was in one of the boxes I kept in storage,” he explained. “I had to travel back to our Earth for it. We haven’t really had a use for the thing in a few years; but, with ________ being pregnant and all…”
He trailed off, hoping everyone would understand anyway. A sharp, familiar sting started in the back of your eyes.
You were at a complete loss for words.
“Well…” Harry started nervously. “What do you think?”
Setting down the beautifully-crafted solar system, you placed the box down on the table before you turned to Harry.
He was watching you with careful eyes.
Fumbling with the hem of your sweater, you thought long and hard about how to react. Though, truth be told, nothing came to mind. “I don’t know what to say…”
A kind, heart-warming smile spread across his lips.
“That’s fine,” he stroked your cheek and pulled you close once more. “But I have something to say to you, something I want everyone to know…”
Harry turned to the room to make sure everyone was watching and, once satisfied that he had their undivided attention, focused back on you. He brushed your hair with his fingers once more, before neatly tucking the loose locks behind your ear.
“These last few days,” he started slowly. “Have been some of the hardest we’ve ever had to deal with. I lost my way, couldn’t find the path back to you. But…”
He took a deep breath.
“The one thing I never lost track of was you. You are my conscience, my beating heart, my world and all. You are the reason why I am a better man and have the motivation to become a better father - for both Jesse and our unborn child. Without you, I wouldn’t be half the man I am now.”
Your vision blurred; a fat tear or two spilling from your eyes, leaving a messy saline trail down your cheek. Even so, Harry continued on.
“So, please, ________, stay with me.” Harry pleaded. “I know we’ve had our troubles, but…”
Shaking your head, you took his hand and placed it on your stomach once more. His eyes grew wide, both in wonder and surprise. You couldn’t help but broaden your smile.
“The past is the past,” you said. “But right now, this is our future…”
rating:M/E for sexual themes, smut (pls only read if youre 18+)
summary:Nathan offers to teach you to box, but he ends up showing you something else instead…
a/n:sorry im late getting this one out! make sure you read part one and part two!! thank you again to @punkpascaland@sergeantkane! let me know what yall think!
Nathan took you back to your cousin’s after a few more days spent tangled in the sheets. He fucked you a couple times at your cousin’s place just for good measure. It was a bittersweet goodbye, you had to go back home. But there was a promise you’d come back, stay longer with him.
You dated virtually for a few months. It worked out because he was up all hours working and could text you. He’s surprisingly good at multitasking. The sexting and the phone sex were nice, but you both missed each other’s touch. Something about him made you ache to be back in his arms.
He surprised you with plane tickets one day, and you flew out to him. You spent a week this time. But the goodbye was even harder.
An intimacy had grown. Your lives begin to merge.
But there was an air about him that was different. He was happier than he’d ever remember being, but also scared out of his mind. There were hours that would go by when you wouldn’t see him. He’d be working, but mostly he was trying to collect his thoughts. You were such a damn distraction. Every moment spent with you felt like the air in his lungs would leave him, he’d never be able to breathe again with you taking the air from him. His heart thuds in his chest and he swears he’s having a heart attack. But it’s just you, it’s you.
He still can’t believe you’re real.
One afternoon you walked in on him pleasuring himself. Fully naked, flat on his back on his bed. Big hand pumping his dick. Moans echoing in the room. He didn’t see you or notice you until his end. He came with a loud groan and he moaned your name.
When he sat up, he saw you, there was a moment of panic in his eyes, but then it turned to a smirk.
“Enjoy the show?”
“Why didn’t you….come get me?” you flush. He looked away from your gaze, a heat rises in his face and the tips of his ears turn pink.
“I still can’t believe you’re real.” He rubs the back of his neck.
“How long have you been so alone?” your heart hurts and you go over to him and kiss the top of his head.
These are the things that plague him. He’s been so alone for so long; he’s trying to adjust to life with you in his home. The heat in his bed. Someone else showering. Your clothes in the closet. Your shampoo in the shower. Little traces of you.
He’s also not used to having to talk to anyone. He’ll spend hours or days even deep in his work. Barely remembering to eat.
You ate alone one evening, so you wandered into his lab to check on him. When you asked him why he wasn’t with you he snapped at you like a scared wounded animal.
“We don’t have to spend every second together,” he’d said. But as soon as he said it, he was full of regret. He never wanted to see that upset look in your eyes again.
“Well, I only see you if we have sex!” Which wasn’t true, but it’s what it felt like. You’re only here for a week, you wanted to make the most of it.
You walked out of his lab leaving him alone. You saw the look on his face, and he looked defeated. Hurt. Angry. At himself, not at you.
Later you went back into apologize, only to find him asleep at his desk. His face smushed against the keyboard. Several lines of letters were being typed by his cheek on the screen.
“Nathan,” you whisper and gently touch his shoulder. He bolts upright and groans a silent “fuck” when he sees all the letters typed out.
“You need to rest, come with me right now,” you tell him. He doesn’t disagree and he follows you to his bed. You lay down first, on you back with pillows propped behind you. “Come here,” you beckon. And with a happy sigh he lays down, resting his head on your stomach just under your breasts. He breathes deeply as you scratch his back and softly rub his fuzzy head.
“I’m sorry,” you say first. “I’m a little nervous about this.”
“I’m sorry,” he replies. “I’m nervous as shit. I’m not used to having another person around. Especially not someone so-“ his throat tightens. How can he tell you that he loves you already? “What if I’m not good enough for you? I don’t want to hurt you. But- I’ve been trying to think of ways to ask you.”
“Ask me what?” you stroke his beard gently.
“Move out here with me,” he’d whispered into your skin.
“I’d love to,” you whispered back. “And we’ll figure this out. But you are good enough. My only,” you smile and kiss him softly.
He paid for everything. He hired movers to get your things. He paid for any expenses and every ticket. Your parents were a little surprised you were dropping everything to stay with someone they’d never even met, but they’d also never seen you happier in your life.
Nathan enjoyed helping you unpack. He analyzed everything you owned. And he liked making a space for all your things. He rifled through your record collection with keen interest, and all your underwear.
It felt so domestic being with him, and you knew it was the right decision. You’d been worried about being homesick, but that feeling never came. He was your home. You had everything you needed and could possibly want.
You kept in contact with all your friends, you’d video chat with them. There were things you missed, but you settled into life with Nathan with ease.
The newest part for you was sharing space with someone. He’d not done that in some time either. He’s not used to someone curling up against him in the middle of the night. He runs hot, but he can’t push you away. He’ll just turn down the AC.
This morning, the bed is empty. Which isn’t uncommon. He keeps weird hours. You pull on his Henley and some warm pajama pants and wander through the house looking for him.
You find him outside on the deck, he’s practicing his boxing this morning. His fists collide with the punching bag and you can hear him grunt with effort. Unashamedly you watch his tight ass bounce as he hops around on the balls of his feet.
You make your presence known by opening the sliding door to the deck. He sees you with a smile, but he keeps going. He might be showing off just a little for you, but you don’t mind. The newness of the relationship has him doing things of the sort.
“Are you going to teach me how to box?” you ask sitting on one of the deck chairs nearby.
“Well get over here and I’ll teach you,” he grins, his shoulders heave as he breathes deeply.
He holds your hands in his, showing you how to make a fist. His touch is warm, his eyes flicker with desire. He’s sweaty and his kisses are salty.
“Hold your hands like this-“ he tells you. He stands behind you and guides your arms on how to throw a proper punch without hurting yourself. He slots himself behind you, and you can feel him through his thin gym shorts.
“Nathan.”
“Hmm?” he hums in your ear and kisses your cheek.
“What are you doing?”
“I thought I was showing you how to box? What did you think I was doing?” He hums again and ruts his hips against your ass.
“It’s this shirt isn’t it?” you lean back against his chest and wrap your arms around his neck. He kisses your neck and his beard brushes along your skin.
“Yeah, you look so fuckin’ good in my shirt. Hold still,” he tells you and slips his hand down your pants. He wraps his other arm around you to keep you still while he rubs tight circles on your clit. “You know, kitten, I haven’t eaten you out yet. Would you let me?”
“Outside?” you moan while his fingers move. He chuckles in your ear.
“No one’s out here. Please baby, let me taste you.”
“You really want to?”
His fingers move faster, and you buck against his hand. You’re so close, chasing it when he pulls his hand away. He brings his fingers up to his lips and groans in your ear.
“You taste so good, I want more.”
“Please- let me finish. Use your mouth.”
“Attagirl,” he winks and squeezes your ass. “If you’re not ready though, say so. It’s not like I haven’t seen you.” He smirks.
“Where do you want me?”
He points to one of the tables. You sit down on it and lay back. He kneels in front of you and pulls your pants and panties down your legs. He spreads your thighs and puts them over his shoulders while he dives in.
His eyes close in pleasure while his tongue laps at your folds and sensitive bundle of nerves. He sucks and kisses and grazes his teeth. His beard scrapes your thighs, and you scream out in the open air.
“That’s it baby,” he moans against your heat. “Fuck, you have the best tasting pussy.”
“Nathan!” you whine his name, and he goes in harder. Sucking and eating you alive.
“You’re sweeter than the watermelon we had the other night,” he purrs into your heat. He doesn’t stop until you’re coming all over his tongue. Your sweet essence he could drown in. You’re real. Warm, wet, and real. He burns with need after tasting you. He’d keep going if he weren’t so hard in his shorts.
He pushes his shorts down and leans over you, kissing you deeply.
“Can I?” he asks, there’s a pleading tone in his voice. You practically beg him to push inside, you wrap your legs around him and pull him towards you. He sinks in with a sigh. The table scrapes on the deck as he thrusts into you.
“So much for teaching me boxing,” you gasp out a moan when he spills inside of you.
“Next time,” he chuckles, falling on top of you. “I’ve had my workout for the day.”
