Reader:F Character:Keiji Akaashi & Kōtarō Bokuto Rating:E Summary: Akaashi looked sleek in his suit, all black with small accents of yellow. He sighed as he scanned the room for you. He found no sight of you and sighed to himself, you must be busy backstage. With Bokuto. Because he wasn’t on stage with the rest of the band. Warning:Smut, Polyam, Reverse Cowgirl, Cunnilingus, Pregnant Reader, Pregnancy Kink, Jazz AU Ask Box: Open|Check Out ThreadytoGoDesign|Join me on Patreon
Akaashi looked sleek in his suit, all black with small accents of yellow. He sighed as he scanned the room for you. He found no sight of you and sighed to himself, you must be busy backstage. With Bokuto. Because he wasn’t on stage with the rest of the band.
He straightened his tie, as walked through the club as the next song played. There weren’t many jazz clubs left in Tokyo, but the ones that remained were often filled. Old men with young waitresses and up and coming bands.
Akaashi slinked past tables and go to the back of the club. The saxophone played high on stage mixed with the piano, drums and trumpet. No one would notice him slipping into backstage.
Once he got far enough away from the stage, down the narrow hallway of the backrooms, thats when he heard the rough moans and high gasps of two people in the furthest room. Akaashi sighed and pushed his hair out of his eyes before he with quick feet got down the hall and opened the door to the room.
Inside was you and Bokuto, and Bokuto inside of you. You were in his lap on the couch with you blouse open, your bra pulled down, and your six month pregnant belly in fully display. And of course your maternity underwear pushed to the side to give Bokuto easy access to you. Your skirt and blouse were a crumpled mess on the floor.
Akaashi sighed, “Ko.” He pinched the bridge of his nose, “You weren’t on stage tonight.” And entered the room, slamming the door behind him. Might as well give the pregnant woman some decency.
You got off of Bokuto’s lap with a huff and dropped down beside him. You rubbed your belly idly, “You guys have been away on tour, I missed both of you.”
“And it couldn’t wait till we all got home?” Akaashi said as he eyed your pregnant body. He knew that Bokuto had a liking for your new figure, but Akaashi enjoyed the sight of your large breasts and the brat you carried. There was a 50% chance it was his anyway so maybe he shouldn’t call it a brat.
You pouted, “I wasn’t able to serve drinks when I saw him roll up his sleeves, you know what his forearms do to me.”
Akaashi took off his suit jacket, hung it up over the chair and rolled up his sleeves, “I know, I have the ultrasound in my wallet that clearly explains what his forearms do to you.” He walked up to you and rubbed your bump, “You have to be gentle, I’d hate for our baby to be premature because you two couldn’t behave.”
You leaned forward, and pulled on Akaashi’s tie, “But you want a taste of mama don’t you?”
Akaashi could hear the climax of the song hit, and he knew he didn’t have much time before the band came back to pack up for the night. He pulled away from you and patted you on the head the way an owner would a dog.
“I’ll just observe tonight, seem you two already started without me.” He walked over to the vanity and turned the chair to face the couch. He grabbed a beer from the mini fridge and sat down. He crossed one leg over the other and opened the beer. He looked at the both of you, his gaze lingered on your bump and swollen breasts, “Get to it, the climax of the song just happened.”
You peeled off your panties, exposing your wet cunt. You gave Akaashi a smart look before you rolled back over onto Bokuto’s lap.
The dark haired man took a sip then said, “I want her facing, I wanna see that that beautiful face of hers.” He smirked as he heard you huff.
“Pregnant lady here.” You retorted as you sat in Bokuto’s lap. You faced Akaashi with your knees on the couch on either side of Bokuto and you took off your bra. Exposing your beautiful pregnant body to Akaashi. You seated yourself on Bokuto’s tacky cock.
Bokuto’s strong hands splayed across your bump, stretch marks ran up your belly, it was only a matter of time before you popped. The silver haired man started to thrust up into you.
You placed your hands on your knees and started to move up and down on Bokuto’s cock. Soon your hands found your bump. You rubbed it as you moved up and down, picking up where you left off.
Akaashi sipped his beer, it was the cheap stuff from the corner store. His cock strained in his pants, his naked partner riding his other partner. Quite the sight.
You deeply exhaled and grumbled, “Kōtarō, you woke up the baby.” You ran your hands along the curve of your belly as you continued to ride him. The music on stage was distant, but still heard through the thin walls of the change room.
Bokuto smoothed his hands across your belly, feeling his child inside of you. No one really knows the father, you both fucked these two men often and with many rounds. Either the kid was gonna be a silver haired hyper active little thing or dark hair with knowing eyes and the ability to talk out of any situation.
Akaashi continued to drink his cheap beer as you and Bokuto moved against one another. Your belly shook with each thrusts and your breasts were shiny with a thin layer of sweat. You two must’ve been at it for a while.
“My perverted partners.” Akaashi sighed, “Couldn’t wait till we got home. I bet you seduced him didn’t you, baby?” He asked you, “He saw that tight skirt and the heavy belly and knew he had to have you. It’s not fair to to tease Ko like that.”
“Hey, c’mon!” Bokuto chirped, “I wanted to feel my baby mama. She’s all plush and sexy.” He groaned as he hands found purchase on your hips and he started to move his hips faster.
Akaashi finished the rest of the beer and crushed the can in his hand. He listened carefully over the huffs, moans and groans of you and Bokuto to hear that the band was doing an encore. He smirked to himself, “Well, seems like they’re popular tonight.” He got up and rolled up his sleeves further.
“Keiji.” You groaned, you cupped your belly from the bottom. You looked beautiful under the yellow light of the backroom. You moans and deep breaths, the shudder through your body as waves of pleasure lapped over you.
“Beautiful.” Akaashi growled.
He got down on his knees, to your stuffed cock and held your thighs open. He went straight to your clit. He started to lick at your aching sex. After all you were his baby mama too. And since you three still had time before the rest of the band came back, he could wring you of every orgasm you had.
Your pregnant body could handle the pleasure. After all pleasure is good fro keeping a mama happy. And Akaashi was in the business of keeping you happy.
“She’s beautiful.”
“She’s ours.”
The first orgasm hit, then the second, the the third. Your eyes rolled back as the third orgasm hit. Both Akaashi and Bokuto’s hands were on your belly, feeling you as Bokuto fucked into you and Akaashi pleasured your cunt.
You felt full in every sense of the word. Both men at your sexual disposal in this moment, making your orgasms seem like an easy thing to make you have. You could curse them if you could have a coherent thought that wasn’t centred around the feeling in your body.
“That’s our girl.” Bokuto chirped, “Fuck you’re so tight around me. How are you gonna push my baby out? Guess we gotta loosen you up a bit.”
Akaashi nipped your over stimulated clit then said, “We have time.”
“Fuck, I’m close.’ Bokuto groaned. The band was coming to a close and as the silver haired man continued to fuck you wildly, you were just as much as their disposal as they were yours.
Bokuto gripped your bump as he gave you a few more heavy thrusts. Then he spurted cum into your aching pussy. He threw his head back and groaned, his eyes rolled back a little.
Once he started to come down from his high, he flopped his arms against the couch as his now useless cock stayed inside of you. Akaashi gave you one final orgasm and as the last song hit its second climax you finished on Bokuto’s cock. Soaking him and the couch with your wetness.
When Akaashi was done, he sat on the hardwood floor of the room and looked up at your swollen belly and puffy, abused cunt. He reached out and touched taunt skin. You were an insatiable woman.
You whimpered and carefully got off of Bokuto’s cock. You sat on the leather couch, your wet pussy against the warm leather as you sat there with your hands on your bump.
The audience clapped and Akaashi got up, “Alright.” He said, “Let’s get you two cleaned up and air out the room before the rest of them make comments. And no more fucking in the room, it’s a shared room.”
You rolled your eyes, “Yes, sir. Now help me up, I can’t get off the couch… Baby bump.”
Akaashi smiled and rubbed your bump, “Of course, and don’t think I’m not finished with the both of you.”
Requested: This is based off of Fred’s portion of the Pregnancy post I did ages ago
Warnings: none
A/N: I was going to do this a long time ago, but better late than never :)
Summary: Fred’s clueless to your surprise dinner and needs everything spelled out for him
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Your heart was racing, almost beating out of your chest when you looked down at the stick. The positive made your stomach churn, but it could’ve easily been the morning sickness you’d thought was food poisoning. You quickly hid the test under toilet paper when you heard a knock at the door and turned the faucet on to wash your shaking hands.
“Good morning.” Fred yawned, walking up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder.
“Morning.” You whispered, staring at your hands intently while you scrubbed for dear life.
“Are you okay?” He asked, kissing your temple and standing up straighter.
“Yeah.” You cleared your throat and shook your hands to air dry them once you turned off the water. “Just waking up that’s all.” You lied with what you hoped would be a convincing smile up to your husband.
“I have some things to take care of today. Can you help George out down at the shop?” He asked, rubbing his nose against your skin.
“Of course I can.” You smiled and kissed him softly when he pulled away. “I’ll go get ready.” You explained, walking out and taking a deep breath.
You didn’t know why you hadn’t told him right then and there, but your nerves and shock had taken over. You’d walked around like a zombie during the better part of the morning. How were you going to tell Fred? You needed to come up with something good that would make up for not telling him right when he walked into the bathroom. With a sigh you walked over to George who had been sorting displays for the past hour.
“George, I need your help with something.” You explained making the younger twin look at you.
“Yeah, what is it? Is everything alright?” He asked, worry evident in his tone.
“You have to promise not to blab because I haven’t told Fred yet.” You started and George’s face lit up like a Christmas tree.
“You’re pregnant aren’t you!” George explained more than questioned making you hush him.
“Wanna speak any louder?” You hissed and pulled him away from the rest of the customers. “How should I tell him? I couldn’t just say it this morning. Any ideas?” You asked when you got into the office.
“Fireworks.” He stated matter of factly making you look at him with a cocked brow. “I can make a custom one that says it. He’ll love it.” George tried, bouncing on the balls of his feet making you shake your head with a small laugh.
“Thank you for the suggestion George, but I think I’m going to go for something more subtle.” You explained and patted his shoulder.
You’d asked almost everyone you could for any ideas. All the Weasleys already knew you were pregnant thanks to George’s big mouth, and you were shocked that Fred was still in the dark. No one’s suggestions seemed to be helpful. It all sounded like the way they wanted to be told, and Molly even went as far as explaining how she told Arthur. It hasn’t been until Ginny expressed her confusion for ideas you calmed. It hadn’t been until you were grocery shopping that the idea formed, and you couldn’t wait to put it into action.
“How was your day?” Fred asked making you jump and turn around to see him standing in the doorway.
“It was good. I made us a special dinner.” You smiled nervously, earning a smile from Fred.
“You’re the best, I don’t deserve a girl as amazing as you.” He hummed, hugging you and kissing your temple.
“Such a charmer.” You teased, grabbing the plates before making your way to the table. You gave Fred a quick kiss before going back to the oven and set the timer for the desserts you had put in only moments before.
“What is all this?” He asked, making you smile.
“Baby back ribs with baby carrots and baby corn.” You explained, drawing out the baby each time you said it.
Fred thanked you quietly for the food, and began eating. You groaned silently and watched him intently while you began picking at your food. Should you have spelled it out with the carrots and corn on the plate?
“All baby foods?” Fred asked after a while and you held your breath.
“Yes. All baby foods.” You tried emphasizing.
“Makes me feel like a giant.” He joked and grabbed one of the baby corns before plopping it into his mouth.
You could’ve killed him right then and there. You loved the man but he could be clueless to your hints sometimes. You’d tried emphasizing the baby theme the entire night and he was still none the wiser to the bun in the oven. You began grumbling to yourself, stabbing all the vegetables with your fork as though they did something wrong to you. It wasn’t until your dessert of mini cupcakes that you couldn’t take it anymore.
“Oh for the love of Merlin, Fred.” You groaned when you saw the boy giddily digging into his dessert. “I’m pregnant!” You all but shouted making him cough on the bite he had just attempted to swallow.
“You’re serious?” He asked once he got the coughing to settle, hope in his eyes.
“Yes.” You nodded with a smile on your face.
Fred threw himself out of his chair, and the sound of dishes clattering and the table creaking made your eyes go wide. It hadn’t been until you were on your back facing the ceiling with Fred wrapped around you that you registered what he’d just done.
“You just jumped across the table.” You let out a breathy laugh.
“You’re pregnant!” He exclaimed and held you close. “We’re having a baby.” He whispered in your ear making you melt and wrap your arms around him.
“Yeah… we are.” You whispered back, smiling when he pulled you in for a gentle kiss.
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Summary: Tom and (Y/n) are expecting their first child together and everyone is excited. But (Y/n) fears she won’t be a good mother when her own mum put her through Hell and back and the past won’t leave her alone.
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A fond smile formed on (Y/n)’s lips as she rolled her eyes that had been concentrating on watching her grandparents for the last ten minutes. As much as they were a loving old couple who got along so well after the years, the amount of tiffs and arguments they had was unreal.
(Y/n) had been watching her grandma tap and hit her husband’s arm for the past five minutes, telling him quietly to stop poking around and touching things. This wasn’t the first time Laura and George had met Tom’s parents but she wanted to make a good impression still, and George prodding around their home wouldn’t do that, especially if he knocked something over.
They were all at Tom’s parent’s house for a celebration dinner, his parent’s wanted to celebrate that they would soon have their first grandchild and since (Y/n)’s grandparents had raised her, naturally they were invited round too.
Turning on her heels, (Y/n) left the pair bickering quietly in the front room and made her way through to the kitchen where Nicki and Henry were.
“Thank you for inviting them, they were thrilled when I told them.”
Summary: Tom and (Y/n) are both excited to be in labour and have their first baby, but when their baby becomes stuck, (Y/n) has to be hurt in order to save their baby.
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Reaching down, Tom slowly rubbed his hands up and down (Y/n)’s arms as his eyes were almost half closed from the tiredness that was washing over him. He closed his eyes to try and rid himself of the headache beginning to form behind his eyes before he leaned down and pressed his lips to the top of her head. He could feel how badly (Y/n) was shaking and how she was trying so hard to breathe deeply like they had been advised.
Closing her eyes, (Y/n) dug her nails into her arms that were folded over and resting on Tom’s thighs. He was sitting on the edge of the bed with her kneeling on the carpet in front of him.
(Y/n) had grown restless simply laying on the bed, and walking around the room only made her legs feel heavy and weak. She didn’t want to sit or lie on the bed like she had done earlier and she was fed up of walking around. Kneeling like this had been the only position she hadn’t tried in an attempt to relieve the pain and the pressure.
During the night (Y/n) had started to feel pains but they had been told not to go to the hospital until her waters had broken or else they would be waiting around for quite a while. They had waited impatiently through the night for any sign of her waters breaking and contractions starting so they could go but nothing had happened yet. It was five in the morning and the couple were now starting to get very restless.
Tom continued to run his hands up and down (Y/n)’s arms, noticing she seemed the slightest bit calmer and at ease in this position.
“How you doing, darling?”
“I- I think I need to move around again.”
(Y/n) lifted her head from resting on her arms, her eyes watering as exhaustion washed over her. Labour was in the very early stages right now and she was already spent, she dreaded the thought of this lasting out longer than a day. (Y/n) didn’t know how long she could last before she gave up. Everything leading up to this point had prepared her but now she was doubting if she would get through labour.
This was the very moment she had been dreading for the last nine months.
(Y/n) and Tom had both relished in how supportive and excited their families had been about their expanding family. Tom’s brothers were all eager to be uncles, his parents had wept at the thought of being grandparents and (Y/n)’s parents were over the moon about her having a baby. Now it was finally happening, (Y/n) just wanted to skip the labour part and go straight to the afterbirth where she could hold her baby and be glad labour was done.
“Okay, let’s get you up.”
A gentle smile formed on Tom’s lips as he slid his hands along her skin so he was holding her upper arms before he moved so he was crouching in front of (Y/n). He waited until she nodded that she was ready, with her arms now locked around the back of his neck, before he slowly lifted her to her feet. It was a great relief to (Y/n) that Tom held the strength to lift her up and take her weight even when she was nine months pregnant. It made it so much easier when she wanted to move, especially with the pain she was in. She didn’t have to wait around for her energy to appear, he just lifted her like she weighed nothing but a feather.
Closing her eyes, (Y/n) rested her temple on Tom’s shoulder, relaxing when she felt his lips pressing to the top of her head. He slowly swayed the pair of them side to side like they were slow-dancing like they did at their wedding.
Even though (Y/n) had very little energy to keep herself stood upright like this, she did feel better standing up than crouched with her muscles cramping up. And with Tom rhythmically swaying them side to side, it was like music was playing in the background and it was hypnotising and relaxing to (Y/n).
“This kid really wants to keep us waiting, don’t they?” Tom mumbled against her hair quietly, closing his eyes as he started to rub his hands up and down her back.
Tom had been right in his suspicion that (Y/n) would go into labour before their due date rather than after and their due date was two days away from now so he had been almost spot on. Both of them had been prepared for how long a first birth could take but Tom didn’t realise they would be waiting this long just for (Y/n)’s water to break.
The couple had decided to keep the gender a surprise and now they were finally getting close to seeing their baby and finding out of they had a baby boy or a baby girl.
(Y/n) chuckled quietly in agreement, not bothering to open her eyes as she turned her head, pressing her cheek against Tom’s shoulder. She knew if she wasn’t in discomfort and feeling anxious she would have fallen asleep standing up by now.
“Do you wanna sit down, you look like you’re gonna go to sleep.” Tom questioned gently, tilting his head down so he was looking at her but (Y/n) shook her head.
“M'fine.” (Y/n) kept her arms loosely locked around Tom’s neck as he started to sway them again. She knew she wasn’t going to go to sleep just yet, she was in too much discomfort for her brain to turn off and she was too anxious about when her water would break. But she had to admit that being with Tom like this in silence was comforting and very relaxing.
Tom’s mind started to wander away without him for a while, random thoughts and ideas and things to remember started to pop into his mind as if trying to distract him from their current situation. Just as he found himself forgetting where he was, he was brought back to reality when (Y/n) tightened her arms around his neck. Her lower back arching out as she turned her head so her temple was pressing into his chest.
“Everything okay there?” Tom mumbled but (Y/n) could feel his breaths increasing and his lips curving into a smile against her hair when he noticed the puddle of water around her feet.
Her waters had finally broken.
Tom couldn’t help but sigh in relief as he tipped his head back with a smile. He couldn’t help but be thankful because he didn’t know what would have happened if her water had been delayed any longer than this. He knew it wasn’t good that they had been waiting this long already for her waters and contractions to start. It put both his wife and unborn child at risk so to know they were finally starting made him feel less anxious.
“Okay darling, let’s get the bag and make out way to the hospital.”
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Why did he have to look like that?
Why did Tom look like he was posing for a photoshoot without even doing anything or actually trying?
He had curled his fingers through his hair making the strands flop around his forehead and near his eyes that were looking up through his lashes. He was wearing a plain white shirt that showed off his tense muscles and the veins almost popping out of his skin, and a pair of black nike shorts.
But it was the way he was leaning over, his elbows resting on his exposed knees and his hand entwined together that made him look like he was doing a photoshoot. He looked enticing to (Y/n) but he wasn’t even trying, he was in his slacks because he knew he would be wearing them for the next day or so since they were in the hospital.
Whereas (Y/n) was in a very thin, uncomfortable hospital gown with her hair tied in a loose bobble at the back of her head. There were strands falling out at all places around her face, her hair was knitted with sweat and her skin was flushed and covered in sweat. She looked like she was about to burst into flames and every muscle, vein and vessel were exposed beneath her skin.
(Y/n) let her eyes fall closed as she tipped her head back against the pillow that had moulded around her head by now. She wanted to relax, to have a few moments to properly breathe and just collect herself but she couldn’t due to the agony tearing her apart from the inside out.
“You’re doing wonderfully (Y/n), a few more big pushes and then we should be able to see the head.”
Despite the good intention behind the words, they were beginning to sound patronising to (Y/n) but she bit down her distaste and opened her eyes again, determined to have this baby as quickly as possible. She had been here since half past five this morning and it was now almost noon. (Y/n) wanted this baby out of her and in her arms so this was all over and done with.
She didn’t want to be praised or patronised or given a gold star.
“Not long now darling.”
Getting to his feet, Tom moved and sat down beside (Y/n) on the bed like he had done earlier. Every so often he got up to stretch and when (Y/n) was relaxing and waiting for contractions he got up so she could move around and stretch.
Now that (Y/n) was nearing the end of labour, Tom wanted to be at her side ready to praise her to the moon and back for having their child.
(Y/n)’s chin tucked into her chest and her hand moved so her fingers slotted into the groves between Tom’s so she could have a better grip on his hand to stayed and ground herself. When his chin perched on her shoulder it felt like he was pushing with her, trying to give her his strength to help her carry on.
Tom had sat in (Y/n)’s position a few times before, with (Y/n) sat or laid between his legs and it never bothered him at all. But he was beginning to wonder how on Earth (Y/n) was managing and how badly her hips must be hurting to have her legs bent outwards for so long because it wasn’t too comfy for him after a while.
A half hearted scream mixed with a sob left her lips as her frame began to shake, limbs pulling inwards as she tried to gain the breath that was being stolen from her. The shaking felt like electricity was swarming through her veins and battling out with the pain that had numbed her legs and set fire to her pelvis. Now (Y/n) was beginning to regret wanting this process to speed up because the pain was more unbearable now than it was before when waiting seemed endless.
“I don’t like it.” The words came out in a short huffed breath and a shake of her head when the contraction finished and (Y/n) let her muscles loosen and her body flop like she was a puppet whose strings had just been cut. (Y/n) didn’t know if she was referring to the discomfort she felt, the pain or the lack of energy this process was causing, but she didn’t like any of it right now.
“I know baby, but you’re so close now.” Tom whispered in response, peppering kisses to her neck as she held his hand, her whole frame trembling.
Everything began to buzz in (Y/n)’s ears, words blurring together as she couldn’t concentrate properly on what was being said around her. But everything seemed to come back into tune again when the next contraction started to build up.
It felt like such a weight had been resting on her pelvis that was trying to snap her bones, but the moment their baby’s head was born the pain seemed to ignite worse before it dulled significantly. The contractions and pains continued to pulse through (Y/n) but she felt like she was drifting into a state of sleep. That’s what she wanted, to get this done and go to sleep to make everything stop, just for a little while.
“You alright darling?” Tom’ voice was quiet and tickled the shell of her ear. She could feel his lips forming into a smile that pressed sweetly against the burning skin of her neck as she managed to nod her head in response.
“The head’s born now, take a deep breath before trying to push again. Would you like to feel?”
(Y/n) shook her head, her lips twitching into a tight lipped smile of decline before she closed her eyes again, leaning into the pillows more and more as her energy dwindled. She was running on last reserves now but it didn’t really matter since they were almost there now.
A shiver ran through (Y/n)’s nerves that seemed to spark and tingle when she felt Tom breathlessly laughing and smiling into her neck when he moved his hand to reach for their baby’s head. Children had been something both of them had wanted from the start and this pregnancy couldn’t have come soon enough for them both.
“Let’s start pushing again, shall we?”
“No.”
“It’ll all be over soon baby, less than an hour left and it will all feel like a dream. I’m here with you, I’m not going anywhere.”
Tom’s silky, whispering voice made tears well in (Y/n)’s eyes. He had told her from the start that if he could take over or feel the pain for her then he would. It made him feel awful that he couldn’t do anything to help with the pain or make this process more bearable for her. But he could stay by her side through it and encourage her and try to comfort her.
They both knew she couldn’t stop pushing now.
It didn’t take much more pushing before the pain ignited in a way that (Y/n) didn’t like at all, and the midwife didn’t seem to like it either.
“Stop, stop just relax for a moment.” Her tone was soothing and her expression was calm but her words weren’t having the same effect. “Alright, baby’s shoulder seems to be a bit stuck. Start pushing again, I’m going to have to try and pull the shoulder free.” (Y/n) turned her head so her eyes locked with Tom, worry very evident in her gaze but the warm look in his eyes and the nod of his head was enough to keep her calm.
He couldn’t have her panicking right now because she didn’t need the added stress, she just needed to try and stay calm and get ready for when she had to push again.
(Y/n) tried to keep pushing but she could feel the baby’s shoulder jamming into her insides and if she carried on pushing the baby would take her insides with her. A scream errupted from (Y/n)’s lips as she tried to push but it backfired until the pain was shooting through her nerves and rebounding up right to her head.
“(Y/n), I’m paging for the doctor to come and help as baby is stuck and if they don’t move or breathe within five minutes of the head being born… they could have lasting damage.”
Tom shivered at the sob (Y/n) let out as she tried to push herself up on her elbows to get ready to push again but the pain was unbearable.
Shuffling over, Tom wrapped his arm around (Y/n)’s waist and tucked her into his chest like he was trying to keep her safe and take away her pain. He could feel tears welling in his own eyes as he tried to control his breaths that were going through the roof. This couldn’t be happening, they were so, so close to sailing through labour with no problems at all and then this happens.
“Hello, I’m Dr Addams. Run me through the situation.”
A skinny man in his late thirties bustled through the door, snapping latex gloves on his hands as he jogged over to the end of the bed where the midwife was, along with another midwife running in behind him.
“Head’s born, right shoulder is stuck, it’s been two minutes forty seconds and I can’t wedge the shoulder free.”
“Okay, keep counting… (Y/n), I’m going to try again to free baby’s shoulder. I need you to push again for me.”
(Y/n) locked eyes with Tom before she tried to push again, squirming in utter discomfort when she felt the doctor’s fingers trying to free the baby’s shoulder causing her to wail like she was the newborn in distress.
Tom watched the concentrated look on the doctor’s face before he looked over at their midwife who was looking at her watch to count the seconds ticking by. He didn’t like the thought of reaching five minutes with no progress because he knew what they meant by damage. There would be brain damage if the baby didn’t breathe within the first five minutes and if they were stuck for much longer, Tom and (Y/n) could lose their first baby.
“Time?”
“Almost four minutes.”
“(Y/n), baby is well and truly stuck and we need to get them out now. I need to break baby’s collar bone in order to free their shoulder and arm. Babies bones heal quicker than adults so baby will be fine, but there is a very small chance that they could have nerve damage.”
(Y/n) jolted up like she was about to get up and walk away before Tom tightened his hold around her to try and keep her from hyperventilating or harming herself out of worry. Tom couldn’t prevent the tears from flushing down his cheeks as (Y/n) started to tremble. They couldn’t hurt her baby, it wasn’t their fault that they had become stuck like this. She didn’t want anything to be wrong with her baby and she didn’t want to allow them to become hurt and have lasting damage.
“N-no… Tom- don’t hurt my baby.” (Y/n)’s stomach repeatedly jumped up and down with her very shallow breaths.
Her eyes looked over at her husband before she looked back to Dr Addams, couldn’t he do anything else that wouldn’t hurt or endanger their baby?
“Four minutes twenty.”
“I… Hell, okay I could cut an incision and break your pelvic bone which would allow us to move baby more and pull them free without hurting them. We need to hurry, what should I do?”
The doctor needed (Y/n)’s permission to hurt either her or her baby and if she wasn’t able to give it then he would need Tom’s permission. Even though it was to save their baby he couldn’t hurt either of them without consent. But they needed to hurry up and choose who was going to get a broken bone so the doctor could free their baby and make sure they were okay.
“Darling I- I can’t-” Tom couldn’t choose who could get hurt. He didn’t want (Y/n) in anymore pain than this but he didn’t want to hurt their baby either.
“Break my bone.” (Y/n) wailed the response before she leaned her head back into the pillow, grasping it with her left hand as her right hand clenched around Tom’s hand until he couldn’t feel it anymore.
She couldn’t have her baby hurt to save her, she was their mother, she was the one who was meant to feel the pain so that they could be born. The baby being hurt and broken wasn’t part of the deal, that wasn’t how it was supposed to work out.
Tom tucked his face into (Y/n)’s neck, moving his free arm so it was resting over her chest and her baby bump. He knew he was going to have to pin her down soon to stop her from moving due to the pain she was about to go through for their child.
“Anaesthetic… cutting in now.”
(Y/n) groaned when she felt a needle being punctured into her skin near to her leg to give her a small amount of relief. She tensed every bone and muscle she had control over to brace herself for what was about to come. She didn’t want to know when it was happening and she wished she could fast forward time so she didn’t have to feel it. Whenever she had to have injections she panicked until it was over and done with and she could feel that panic now but it was amplified by one hundred.
The moment she felt the scalpel cutting through her skin she let out a hoarse cry and began to shake when she felt the doctor’s hands moving for the dreaded act of breaking her bone.
Tom couldn’t help but gag and make a noise as he stopped himself from being sick when a sickening snap echoed throughout the room followed by a banshee howl from (Y/n). Horrible sobs and piercing screams left her lips as she started to move like she was convulsing causing Tom to lean his weight onto his arm to stop her from moving or else she would hurt herself.
Tom’s face burned red and his throat tightened to stop him from being sick as he breathed heavily into (Y/n)’s burning hot skin.
(Y/n) felt like she was about to pass out when she could feel Dr Addams moving her baby before pulling them free. She was glad she didn’t have to push because she had no will to do so. She felt crippled, broken and on Death’s door.
“Baby’s born, take her and check her over. I need fluid bags and a morphine drip in here now.”
Tom didn’t know how long has passed but he knew it was less than a minute before he heard the undeniable sound of his daughter crying. He had a little girl, (Y/n) had been broken like this to save their little baby girl.
“Ooh darling… you did it, she’s okay. I love you so, so much.” Tom whispered words of comfort and praise against (Y/n)’s temple as he shakily moved his hand to comb through her hair, trying to calm her down. He hated how badly (Y/n) was sobbing and how she was trembling in his arms from the aftershock and the pain of what she had just endured.
“(Y/n), the placenta isn’t coming away and I know you can’t push anymore so I’m going to take you to theatre now. I’ll remove the placenta and make sure your pelvic bone is put in place so it will heal. When you wake up you’ll be on a morphine drip with no pain and a beautiful daughter waiting for you. Okay?”
Dr Addams’ voice was calming and soothing as he capped off the IV in (Y/n)’s hand so she could be taken to an operating room straight away. The sooner she was put under, the sooner she would be free from pain and back on the road to recovery.
Usually he would wait a bit longer before deeming surgery was necessary to remove the placenta but even if (Y/n) had contractions, she wasn’t going to push with her bone broken like it was. And Dr Addams couldn’t pull or remove the placenta himself without operating. He wanted (Y/n) to be as pain free as possible and this was what he had to do for her.
Tom kissed (Y/n)’s temple again before he brushed away her tears. He couldn’t believe what he had just witnessed, no mother should go through that pain but it showed just how good a mother (Y/n) already was. She made sure their baby wouldn’t be hurt and took that pain herself when she didn’t have to. Tom would forever be proud of her for that.
Thank you for all the comments and feedback on this Henry Cavill series, I’m so thrilled its got such an amazing response. I hope you will like this next part.
Henry couldn’t stay like this for much longer without sobbing or wanting to be sick and he could see his wife was almost about to blackout. This was not how he imagined the birth of his sixth child would be and he knew if they weren’t quick he might not have a baby to hold at the end of it.
“Okay, okay we’re almost there.” Leah dug her nails into the steering wheel to stop her sweaty palms from slipping and causing a crash. She had never driven under pressure or a time limit before but she knew that she never wanted to do it again. All Leah could feel was her pulse pounding throughout her body which was becoming clammy from nerves.
She knew she wasn’t making it easy when she was panicking and every time she had to stop and was breaking hard and then speeding off like she was winning a race. It caused the car to jump quite a few times to the point where Henry had braced his foot on the door beside him so he didn’t move and bash into (Y/n).
Considering where his hand currently was, he knew he had to stay relatively still.
“Good, we can’t stay like this for much longer.” Henry grunted through gritted teeth before he leaned his head down and brushed his forehead against (Y/n)’s knee to try and get the hair from around his eyes so he could see better. He was sweating so much that his hair was becoming damp and sticking to his temple which always got in the way of his vision but he couldn’t move very far or do very much at the moment.
Henry was kneeling up on the backseat, his weight resting on his elbows which were aching from being tensed like this for so long. His right hand was curved at an awkward angle inside (Y/n) to keep their baby’s arm and cord in place but the dull pain had simply turned numb now. He was glad his entire arm was numb because it stopped him focusing on where his hand was and how odd and disgusting it made him feel.
He shouldn’t have his hand where it was like this and he knew that he was only making (Y/n)’s already unbearable pain worse and that this was ten times worse for her than it was for him.
Every so often his eyes would lock with (Y/n)’s and a shared look would pass between them but for the last five minutes or so, (Y/n) had had her eyes closed. Her head was tipped back against the window, her teeth still clamped down on her hand which Henry couldn’t do anything about since he couldn’t move.
(Y/n)’s screams had ceased into whimpers and sobs and the shaking was settled right into her bones but Henry was sure that she was beginning to lose consciousness when she had become rather quiet and wriggled less.
“Leah!”
Henry bellowed loudly when she swerved rather tightly round a bend making him feel like a pinball as he toppled into the backseat he was leaning against before bouncing back near the driver’s seat. He dug his nails into the seat to try and steady himself before he noticed (Y/n) grabbing the headrest to try and keep herself stable as well.
“I’m sorry! You told me to hurry up, b-but we’re here now.” She didn’t care where she had parked or if she was allowed to leave the car here or not. All she cared about was that she had gotten the car almost outside of the A&E department so people could come and help them.
She wasn’t used to driving so erratically like that nor was she used to driving in an emergency. All Leah had thought was that she needed to get to the hospital as quickly as she could so that nothing went wrong or happened without any medical professionals with them.
“I- I’ll get some help.”
“Not much longer now, love.” Henry didn’t know what else to say, there was so much on his mind but he couldn’t bring himself to speak.
There was too much anger going through his mind and boiling his blood for him to say anything else. He couldn’t give (Y/n) the reassurance they both wanted because he wasn’t a doctor, the doctor on the phone had contacted the hospital and Henry cut the call because they were almost here. Henry couldn’t say everything would be alright because he didn’t know that.
He couldn’t tell (Y/n) their baby was okay and would hang in there and be fine because he didn’t know that either. Nor did he know if (Y/n) was going to be okay or if she would get any worse or have any side effects. All Henry did know right now was that they were at the hospital and that meant no more worrying or uncertainty. Doctors and nurses would help them, they would take over and take charge and sort this out.
“We’ve n… never lost one before.”
(Y/n)’s words were quiet and Henry almost missed them but when it registered in his mind what she had said, he felt his heart tense.
They had only been worried about Harvey when they were pregnant and then Briar when he was late and had no signs of wanting to be born. But even then, there hadn’t been any thought or risk of losing the baby at those points. This was different. There was every reason for them to worry that their baby was going to have problems or suffer or even pass away and that made (Y/n) want to be sick and pass out. She didn’t want to know what it felt like to lose her child after being blessed with having five healthy babies before now.
“No, and we’re not starting now.” He wouldn’t hear or even think about losing one of his kids, not now not ever.
When Henry leaned his head on the headrest he caught sight of Leah running back with an army of people behind her. There looked to be three people behind her and another two with a gurney. Oh, he just knew this wasn’t going to go smoothly.
“(Y/n), do you remember me, Dr Allenby? We’ve been informed of what’s happening. We need to safely get you on the gurney and take you to theatre for a C-section.”
Both (Y/n) and Henry took a moment to look at the doctor talking to them before they realised they did remember her. She had been the one to stitch (Y/n)’s leg after Charlie stabbed her. At least with the situation going on now, there was no worry of her suspecting anyone was hurting (Y/n) because it was clear that this wasn’t brought on by anything but fate.
“I can’t move.” (Y/n) choked on her response as she felt like being sick.
The thought of moving was making her head lighter than it already felt, she couldn’t move and she didn’t want any of them grabbing and pulling at her to get her on the gurney either. Why couldn’t they do something while she was laid here in the car, that would make things easy because she had no will or energy left in her to be able to move an inch.
“That’s okay, we will help get you out of here but we need to be quick so we can check on the baby.”
(Y/n) wished she had blacked out so this wouldn’t be in her memory and she wouldn’t have to think about this. She didn’t like the thought of anyone but Henry touching her and he was the only person she would ever have trying to move or pick her up. If his hand wasn’t stuck where it was she knew he would shout at them all and he would move her instead but he couldn’t and she hated it.
“Get in the car with them, slowly move her like you would if there was a slip mat beneath her and bring the gurney level with the seat.”
They could hear Dr Allenby giving orders to everyone but it didn’t make it any easier. They still had to get (Y/n) out of the car, onto the gurney and into the hospital all with Henry’s hand still keeping the baby in place.
“Move her slowly.”
Henry’s words were ordering, authorative and his expression made the nurse kneeling next to him shiver. He wasn’t having her or the other two men moving (Y/n) quickly and his hand moving and hurting her or causing problems with the baby. He was going to have to move along with them so they had to go at a slow pace so he could keep up and then get out of the car carefully.
Henry took a deep breath as he shifted until he was crouching on his heels and had his free hand curled around the headrest closest to (Y/n)’s door so he could pull himself out the car when they started to move.
When they all started to move, it made Henry feel like he was walking through a tube or in a tunnel in a play centre chasing after one of the kids. They would always make him play with them at a play centre and they would make him go through tunnels, contort his frame into small spaces, squeeze down the slides with them and crawl around in the ball pits. But that was always fun and made his heart jump whenever he was playing with his kids, this was different.
He was chasing his youngest to try and keep them safe and if he moved and let go then he could lose them forever.
It felt so much better when he finally got his cramped frame out of the car and stretched out his back as much as he could. But he still had to bend over slightly so he didn’t remove his hand or arm from (Y/n).
“Perfect, ideally we would want you up on your knees but as long as you pull your knees up it will be okay.”
“We need to move quickly-”
“How are you expecting to do that?” The irritation in Henry’s tone was very clear but the stone cold glare in his eyes and the tensed muscles around his lips put everyone but (Y/n) on edge.
“I’m sorry?” One of the nurses turned to look at Henry when they were all stood around the gurney with Henry stood at the end.
They seriously couldn’t think that they could hurry this gurney up into the hospital surgery room with him stood like this. If they started to hurry and turn corners or Henry slipped, his hand was going to move and cause (Y/n) agony. There had to be some easier way of doing this because they were going to be moving very slow.
“Not to be frank but I’ve got my fucking hand in my wife and you want me to be quick, can you really see that happening?”
“Everyone calm down. Henry, is there any way you can climb on the gurney too? Even if you’re just standing on the metal beam at the bottom then we can move you both? We don’t know how long the baby has been in distress so we have to be as quick but as safe as possible.” Dr Allenby was trying to calm down the situation she could see escalating but they had to move.
Henry didn’t like the anger rattling through his system but he couldn’t help it. Why was this happening to them? Out of everything that could have happened, this has and after everything they had been through they deserved an easy ride for once. They didn’t need, want nor deserve this to be happening to them.
“Sorry baby.” (Y/n) could hear a few curse words leaving her husband’s lips after his small whisper before he moved over her.
He had his knees resting on the end of the gurney near her pulled up feet, his chest resting on her knees and lower legs and his right shoulder bent down to keep his right arm in place between her bent legs. He locked eyes with (Y/n), silently checking she was okay and alright with where he was kneeling at the moment before he nodded at the doctor.
“Go, go move.”
Henry could feel the stares and the eyes burning into them when they were moving through the A&E waiting area and through into the corridors. He didn’t know if people were watching because they recognised him or if it was because he and (Y/n) were in a rather odd position on the gurney. At least he knew no one could see where his hand currently was.
They both hated the feeling of the gurney turning round a corner and then again when they went round to go into a lift.
Reaching his hand down, Henry cupped (Y/n)’s cheek and leaned his forehead down against her own. He brushed away the tears beginning to fall from her eyes and he could see the pain swirling deep in her eyes making him want to cry too. All he could keep thinking of was that they were almost done now, as soon as they got to the theatre room it would be a matter of minutes before this was all over.
A small gurgling cry left (Y/n)’s lips when she heard the word C-section again causing her body to tremor at the mere thought. She had always been able to go through labour without any intervention, she didn’t like the thought of having to have an operation to have the baby.
But if that was what was needed and it would stop all of this madness then (Y/n) knew she would have to go through it.
“Here we go, we’re all here. Henry, a nurse is all scrubbed and ready to go into the operating theatre so we need to get you off the gurney and slowly remove your hand so she can take over from here. But you can clean up and come into the room as well so don’t worry about that, does that sound okay?”
Dr Allenby moved so she could see Henry as she started to vigorously wash her hands and up her arms to make sure she wasn’t carrying any bacteria so she could perform the operation herself. She knew that the couple needed a familiar, helpful face with them and (Y/n) wasn’t going to be sedated during the operation unless it was extremely necessary. She needed to be helped and calmed down.
“Yeah, yeah okay.”
She waved over a nurse as Henry kissed (Y/n)’s forehead before he slowly got himself off the gurney and onto unsteady feet. Henry’s eyes locked with the nurse who looked young but kind as she moved to stand beside him and she carefully held onto his elbow and lower forearm.
“Very slowly let go of the baby and the cord so you don’t pull them back into the birth canal, it doesn’t matter if you feel any movement just make sure you’re not touching them. When you’re ready, just very slowly remove your hand then go and get scrubbed.”
Henry didn’t know what he hated worse, the feeling of pulling his arm back out of (Y/n) like that, the noise it caused when he removed his arm, or the gut-wrenching screech his wife let out when they were finally separated.
It felt like a weight had been lifted from both his shoulders and his stomach when he could take a few steps away from (Y/n) and the young nurse quickly took his place. He watched for a few moments as the nurse bent down to check if the baby’s arm was coming back before she nodded and had to move to intervene.
Henry let a younger man take his arm that was drenched in blood and fluids and cleaned both his arms before helping him into an apron quite like ones worn when having a haircut. He had to take a few moments to himself, resting his hands on the sink and taking big breaths to calm himself down before he felt like he was able to go through and find out what was going to happen to his next baby.
Making his way into the room, Henry made a beeline for (Y/n) and quickly grabbed her hand despite how tense and numb his own hand felt at the moment. He pressed the back of her hand to his lips and smoothed her hair behind her ear with his other hand as he watched everyone getting to work around them. A thin dark green paper sheet was pinned up just below (Y/n)’s breasts so she wouldn’t be able to see what was happening to keep her calm but she knew Henry could look around and check anyway.
It was finally nice for (Y/n) to feel numb and painless from the waist down and it made the pounding in her head lessen until she felt like she was about to fall asleep.
Henry always thought that if they were ever in this situation then he would feel too uneasy or that it would make him feel ill to watch (Y/n) be cut open and see their baby be pulled free but after what he had seen and done today he didn’t think watching would make him feel any worse.
He didn’t like the noise that came with the nurse and Dr Allenby pulling (Y/n)’s skin apart when they cut diagonally across her lower tummy. It didn’t look appealing either when they cut through the next layer of muscle and skin and Henry thought the doctor was being a bit forceful, if not harsh when she reached in to pull their baby free. But he knew that she had to be quick to ensure their baby was going to be okay.
All Henry wanted to do was cry from pain, relief and joy when he watched Dr Allenby pull up their baby’s head before swiftly revealing the rest of their little body for Henry to see. But he couldn’t cry anymore, all he could do was stare like he was in some kind of trance.
The nurse started to rub her hand along the newborn’s back but it didn’t take long for a cry to break through the room and relieve everyone of their nerves and worries.
(Y/n) felt her breaths picking up when the sheet separating her from everyone else was slowly lowered and her newborn was carefully placed on her chest whilst the doctor removed the placenta and worked to cut the cord.
“You’ve got another little girl, congratulations.”
(Y/n) sniffed but she couldn’t stop the tears when she slowly rested a shaking hand on the back of her baby’s head.
Finally another girl.
Angel wasn’t going to be happy that she wasn’t Henry’s one and only little girl anymore but that still made the girls in the family very outnumbered at three to six. But it didn’t matter that they had a girl, all that mattered was that their new addition was okay after everything that she had been through so far and she was only two minutes old.
“A little girl.” (Y/n)’s voice was croaky and her words were no more than a whisper but she smiled, managing to break her gaze away from her baby long enough to look up at Henry who finally felt able to smile.
“A second princess to go with an army of four boys… we’ll need another unique name for her.”
Henry smoothed his hand over the back of the newborn’s head, frowning a little when he noticed (Y/n) was still shaking, even if it wasn’t half as bad as earlier. But he had a point. When they had Angel, as soon as she had been placed in his arms Henry had called her an angel before suggesting- or rather, begging (Y/n) for that to be her name. Not that she minded so she was called Angelica, Angel for short and that was what Henry and everyone else referred to her as.
Now that they had another little girl again, what would they call her? It wouldn’t seem quite fair to call one daughter Angel but then not have another name similar for their next girl. They would have to pick something different but still lovely to call her.
“Henry, would you like to take baby and go with the nurse to get him cleaned up and weighed?”
Henry nodded automatically before his eyes drifted between (Y/n) and the doctor. He didn’t really want to leave her right now, especially not when she didn’t look very well in his opinion.
“(Y/n)’s lost some blood so when she’s stitched up I’m going to give her a transfusion and some fluids and I think a sedation might be best. You can bring the little one with you when you come back to see (Y/n) once we get her settled into a room.”
Henry only just noticed the pile of swabs resting next to Dr Allenby in a dish which made him cringe at the thought of how much blood (Y/n) had lost due to internal bleeding. But it seemed to be under control so he didn’t have much of a reason to panic and he knew (Y/n) needed to rest, sedation would be good so she could have some sleep and recover without feeling sick like this.
A nurse leaned over (Y/n) and gently moved the newborn from her chest before she was swaddled in a cloth before she was settled into Henry’s waiting arms. The way his muscles tensed and flexed when he held her almost hid her completely from sight but he loved the way she seemed to snuggle into his chest and how she looked so calm and content in his arms. The feeling never got old of the first time when he held each of his babies, every time was different, special and unique and came with different emotions.
Henry felt rather numb at the moment but he knew that his heart was bursting with relief and happiness at holding his second daughter. He smoothed his thumb over her small, pale cheek as his lips curled up at the corner.
“Hello baby girl, you nearly caused a war just then by wanting to surprise us like that, it’s a good job you’re a strong little girl.” Leaning down, Henry cradled the back of her head before he kissed her temple, not caring that she hadn’t been clean and freshened up yet. “Maybe we should call you Athena… Goddess of War.”
Two updates in two days, I’ve been very inspired for this Henry Cavill series recently and the feedback has been truly amazing. I hope you all are excited and enjoy this part, there is a bit of angst and graphic scenes in this one.
“Baby no, Angel you’re not- nevermind.” A sigh passed through (Y/n)’s lips as she carded her fingers through her hair, looking down at the floor with tired eyes.
(Y/n) pressed her lips together as she looked at the splatters of water on the floor leading from the bath out into the carpeted hallway from Angel’s trail. Angel loved bath time but it was getting dry that was her problem, she didn’t like to wait around for (Y/n) or Henry to dry her off with the towel and now she had taken off to go and find Henry.
Pushing herself up off the toilet, (Y/n) slung the towel back on the rail before she wandered out of the bathroom, cringing when she stepped on a wet patch of carpet that sent a shiver up her spine.
“Daddy? Daddy!” Angel’s high-pitched giggly voiced carried down the hallway as she trotted round the corner and looked around for Henry who she knew was here somewhere. There had only been one or two times where she had been calling for him without realising he had left very early or very late to go to work. But she had seen him this morning so she knew he was home.
“One minute Angel.” Henry turned his head and called over his shoulder to wherever his little girl was calling him from before he looked back Harvey.
Both Harvey and Peter shared a bedroom since they were close and almost like twins and when Henry had come in to check on them he found Peter was already up and dressed but Harvey was laid in bed looking as sick as a dog and having thrown up on his bed.
Henry’s eyes diverted down to look at his eight-year-old who was curled up on the bean-bag next to his bed looking very pale and sorry for himself. He knew Harvey couldn’t help it and he could see the guilt in his eyes when Henry didn’t want him to feel like that. He was used to dealing with sick by now after having five kids.
He carefully folded up the soiled bed sheet and put it on the pile of bedding he had stripped from Harvey’s bed which was to go in the washer.
“Okay bud, I’m gonna put the washing on then I’ll come back and make your bed. Why don’t you go lay down in mine and your mums room for now?”
Henry placed his hands on his hips as his head leaned to the side, his eyes focusing on Harvey but he sighed when Harvey shook his head. He didn’t want to move, he wanted to either crawl back up into bed or just stay where he was, he didn’t have any energy to do anything else.
His big doe eyes followed Henry as he crouched down, resting his elbows on his knees as he came closer to Harvey.
“Bud you can’t lay down here, come on.” With a deep breath Henry reached out and tried to gently coax Harvey to move but he wasn’t having any of it. “I’ll carry you, just tell me where you want to go.”
A whine passed through Harvey’s lips as he shook his head and limply tried to pull his arms back to his chest and his eyes fell closed. He wanted to curl up, he didn’t care if he would be laying on the floor all day he just couldn’t move. Harvey felt sick and tired and had no energy, he hated feeling like this and he wanted it to be over.
Slipping his hands under Harvey’s arms, Henry gently held his sides and slowly lifted him up to his feet like he was holding a rag doll despite the way Harvey whined in protest. But just as Henry leaned down about to pick his son up, his body froze when a heaving sound left Harvey’s lips. He didn’t dare look down when he felt Harvey coiling in on himself or when he heard the sudden low cry that his son let out.
He knew Harvey had just been sick on him.
“I- I’m sorry dad, I d-didn’t mean to.” Harvey hiccupped through his words as he tried to stop crying but he couldn’t help it.
He really didn’t mean to do that but as soon as he stood up he just felt his stomach churn in the worst possible way. There was nowhere else for him to be sick and with his dad stood right in front of him he couldn’t exactly lean down and throw up on the floor or on their feet. But when he looked at Henry, he saw he was staring up at the ceiling like he was trying to gather some strength which made him feel horrible like he was about to get told off.
Henry could deal with sick but he didn’t like being thrown up on like this, it wasn’t the nicest sight or smell. He could remember when Charlie was little and he threw up on (Y/n), she had been gagging and shaking and Henry had to help sort them both out and that didn’t phase him. Now he knew how she felt.
“I’m sorry-”
“It’s not your fault bud, stop apologising, I’m not mad I promise.”
Henry briefly rubbed his thumb against Harvey’s cheek to show he wasn’t angry before he took a few steps back from his son and turned to the side. Grabbing the back of his shirt, Henry very slowly leaned forward and pulled it over his head, being careful to fold it up and put it on the pile of bedding so he didn’t touch any of the sick.
When he looked down at his trousers his lips tightened and pressed together before he unbuckled his belt and slid them down his legs.
“Why don’t you just lay on Pete’s bed for now.” Henry guided Harvey over to Peter’s unmade bed and watched him climb into it before he leaned down and kissed his forehead. “I’ll do the washing and be back up in a minute, you need anything just shout.”
Henry grabbed the bundle of washing he wrapped up in the bed sheet, holding it in his hand like he was carrying a bag before he headed out of the room and down the hall in just his boxers and socks. Not something he did everyday but certainly something that his family was very used to by now.
“Daddy!”
“Angel- why aren’t you dressed?”
The smile on Henry’s lips turned into slight confusion when he daughter ran and stood in front of him, her arms stretched out in front of her as she jumped up and down to get his attention. He could see that she’d just had a bath, there was a trail of water on the carpet behind her and frankly all around the hallway and her hazel hair was damp and clinging to her face.
“Why aren’t you dressed?” The way Angel repeated his question caused his jaw to drop but his smile to widen before he shook his head at his girl.
Angel tilted her head up at Henry when he leaned down in the way she always did when she was expecting a kiss from him. She giggled happily when he kissed her before scooping her up and resting her on his hip so he could make his way downstairs and through to the kitchen.
“I’m about to get changed and in my pants baby girl, where are yours?”
Angel simply shrugged in response before she buried her face against Henry’s freshly shaved cheek making him shudder when he felt her wet hair against his skin.
“Oh, there you are. Get something from the pile to wear please madam.”
(Y/n) rested a hand on her hip as she leaned against the kitchen counter, watching her daughter snuggle more into her husband as she giggled, knowing she shouldn’t really have started to run around the house naked and still not dried from her bath. But when she saw (Y/n) pointing to the pile of washed clothes, she knew she wasn’t in trouble.
She scrambled down when Henry leaned her down and started to root through the small pile of her clothes until she found a pair of tights and a denim blue dress she liked to wear.
“I think there’s something in the pile for you too baby… unless you got too hot or something.”
Moving her hand, (Y/n) rubbed her fingertips over her lips before she rubbed at the side of her neck, biting her lip as she looked at her husband curiously. She knew he had gotten dressed after he showered this morning but maybe he changed his mind on what he wanted to wear or he had suddenly had a hot flush and felt the need to strip down. Either way, (Y/n) wasn’t complaining but she was rather curious as to why he was stood in front of her only in his boxers and socks.
“Harvey threw up on me, besides, I think this is a good look for me.” He noticed the way (Y/n) smirked when he caught his tongue between his teeth and grinned over at her as he put the washing on before the house started to smell.
“Hmm, a very good look. If you’re going back up you might want the medicine for him.”
(Y/n) turned on her heels and moved over to the medicine cabinet so she could get some out for Harvey. Most of the kids wouldn’t take medicine until they were actually sick, then they choked it down because they didn’t want to be ill any longer.
Her hand reached out and she pushed up on her feet a little more to try and reach for the calpol medicine but her arm shook when a twinge pulled at her lower stomach like a muscle stretching and coiling back in the wrong way. A small gasp left (Y/n)’s lips and she dropped back down to flat feet and moved her hand to slowly rub across her stomach.
“Sweetheart, you okay?”
“Hm, just a twinge.” (Y/n) nodded her head and smiled gratefully when Henry stood beside her and grabbed the medicine for her instead.
“Why don’t you go sit down for a bit?”
“Yeah, come on Angel let’s get you dressed.”
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(Y/n) leaned her head on her hand as she closed her eyes, wishing for just five minutes of peace and calm like she had this morning before the kids and the house itself became frantic and fueled with adrenaline. She could feel her heartbeat pounding in her head and the tightening in her stomach had gotten tighter over the morning until reaching up or leaning down were out of the question.
“I’m not feeling well mum.” Charlie leaned himself over the arm of the sofa near to (Y/n) and his head ticked to the side as he watched her, wanting her to agree or just to say something.
“Charlie, you’re fine there’s nothing wrong with you.”
“I feel sick-”
“No, you’ve seen Harvey be sick this morning so you’re trying your luck because you’re panicking. Everything will go fine tomorrow honey I promise so just calm down or go and play in the chill room.”
(Y/n) didn’t want to be blunt but she knew what Charlie was after and deep down he had to know that it wasn’t going to work.
They had looked around the Welholme school and it was so much more suited to Charlie than the school he was at now. They took him for a look around and Henry had seen the look in his son’s eye, he was curious and he liked it so they had moved him there.
It was his first day tomorrow but now he was panicking about the switch because it was a big change and change scared him. He had a limited number of friends but now he was going to be in a class with people he didn’t know, he would have to go through the whole thing again of learning who everyone was and trying to make friends. He would have to get to know new teachers and new methods of learning and different rooms and set ups. The thought of it was putting him way off the edge and it was very clear.
But Charlie had to get used to changes, they would happen a lot during life and this was one that he needed and one that was going to help him. He thought that if he was ill then he could put off going to school tomorrow but the more he put it off the less likely he was going to be about actually going to school.
“No. I’m not well my tummy hurts and I feel sick so I can’t go tomorrow.”
A huff escaped Charlie’s lips before he moved around and sat down on the rug in front of the sofa so he was directly in front of (Y/n) and in her way. They locked eyes and he folded his arms over his chest with a frown etched deep into his features.
“You look well enough to argue with me so I think you’re fine.”
“No!” the way he suddenly shouted and banged his hands down on the carpet at his sides made (Y/n) both jump and frown because it was like he was a little kid again having a small tantrum. A tantrum that (Y/n) could easily ignore or deal with compared to the ones where he would throw things or hit and lash out at her. The way he looked right now made her feel like he was just six years old instead of thirteen.
“Charlie, baby please go and calm down or argue this with your dad. We told you that we are here so if tomorrow doesn’t go well we will come and get you but you have to give it a chance. Please just give me five minutes.”
She didn’t feel well and she couldn’t stand having another argument with Charlie right now regardless of if he was being childish or not.
“I don’t wanna go! No, not going, not going-”
“Charlie please-”
“Fuck it fuck it fuck it. Not going, nope not going. Shit. Bitch. Fuck.” The words spouted from his lips in a constant loop like they had done before when she was trying to get him into the car. It was a new type of meltdown that was becoming more and more regular recently but they knew it was within Charlie’s normal range.
It was something the doctor had said was normal for him because he was letting out his frustrations and emotions and when he was talking so quick like that it showed he wasn’t actually talking. He was just a record stuck on repeat saying anything that came to his mind, not actually meaning what he said or trying to make a sentence or conversation. It was like he was talking to himself outloud without a filter.
When Charlie started to dig his nails into his scalp and grab at his hair with his eyes snapped tightly shut, (Y/n) knew he wasn’t going to talk or listen to her. He was going to sit there like that until he felt calm enough to stop or until he hurt himself and decided he didn’t want to do it anymore.
“Henry… boys!”
(Y/n) tipped her head back on the sofa as she shouted for any of them to hear her so one of them could get Henry to come down here. She knew Charlie wasn’t going to hurt her, he wasn’t in that volatile mood right now but she needed Henry here now.
“Sweetheart? Everything…” Henry trailed off when he walked into the lounge to see (Y/n) sat on the sofa and Charlie sat on the floor scratching his head and swearing. “He’s not done anything to you has he?”
“No, no he’s stressed a-about school… ooh, Henry I think I’m having labour pains.”
(Y/n) pushed herself further back into the sofa and tried to sit herself up a bit straighter before her hand moved to massage her lower stomach. She had done this five times already and she knew this morning when the twinges wouldn’t go away that this was probably the start of labour. But she didn’t want to say anything because it had been slow starting and they had to try and get the kids settled and calmed down before they unsettled them by sending them to Henry’s parents house.
“You- right, okay, another early bird… I’ll get him sorted then ring dad and the midwife.”
He rested a hand on his hip as his other hand rubbed over his face to try and wake himself up more and make sure he wasn’t imagining this. They had another month to go but they knew by now that around this point it wasn’t dangerous to have the baby early like this. After Briar was two weeks overdue they had both been praying not to have another late birth like that again.
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“Mum-”
“No, no Pete come on you’re going with grandad now please don’t disturb your mum.” Henry shook his head at Peter before he reached out and took hold of his hand to steer him away from the lounge where (Y/n) was.
She hadn’t had the energy to move from in their earlier so Henry had made sure all the kids had been occupied somewhere else. But two hours had passed and Henry’s dad was only just arriving to help and take the kids home with him and the midwife hadn’t arrived yet. At the rate things were going, Henry and his sister Leah, who had arrived with their dad, were going to be the ones delivering the baby instead of the midwife.
Henry pulled Peter to his side as he inched Harvey a bit higher on his hip to secure him so he didn’t drop him. Poor Harvey had been in the middle of a nap when Henry woke him saying he was going to have to go to his grandparents until tomorrow. But with how tired and ill he was, Henry carried him downstairs and was going to go and settle him in the car.
“Henry!” (Y/n) whined his name through gritted teeth as she bent her head down onto her folded arms that were resting on the back of the sofa.
She knew what she was doing and these pains were like old friends to (Y/n) after all the boys and Angel. She had done well all day to mask them and she had been rather calm in the last two hours, only groaning slightly here and there. No shouting or screaming like she had when she was having Briar who felt like he had tore her to pieces.
She didn’t feel so good now though.
“I’m here love, the kids are just getting in the car.” Henry jogged back through into the lounge and walked up behind (Y/n), massaging her lower back as he stood at her side. Watching and waiting patiently as she stayed bent over the sofa like she was hungover. “I don’t know where that bloody midwife is though, I’ll ring her again in a minute when they’ve disappeared.”
“No, I- I don’t want her.”
Henry’s lips curved down in confusion and his brows furrowed into his eyes as he took a moment to reflect on what she had just said. Why wouldn’t she want the midwife? This definitely wasn’t a false alarm and (Y/n) had been so persistent that she wanted a home birth.
“Sweetheart I hate to tell you this but me and Leah can’t exactly do this on our own.”
“No.” (Y/n) hissed the word as she shook her head, that wasn’t what she meant. She needed to catch her breath to be able to explain. “Something doesn’t feel right Henry, it’s like the baby’s twisting round and it really hurts. W-we don’t have time, to wait.”
Each word was spoken quietly like she was afraid someone was listening in and would find out what was happening.
(Y/n) couldn’t explain it but she knew what she felt, it was like the baby or even her muscles were just twisting and twisting until they were all in knots and it was choking her lungs and making her want to curl up to relieve the pain. She wanted to go to hospital. As much as (Y/n) preferred to be at home and away from any prying eyes, she knew hospital was best if something felt or was wrong and there was something wrong.
The baby was coming and by now it didn’t take long at all for (Y/n) to push her babies out. They couldn’t wait any longer for the midwife, they had to go to the hospital.
“Shit,” Henry dragged his fingers through his hair with his free hand before he twisted round. “Leah, Leah change of plan. We need to go to the hospital.” He didn’t know whereabouts downstairs his sister was so he had to shout to make sure she heard him.
“Oow, Henry!”
(Y/n) grabbed his arm, accidentally digging her nails into his skin when the twisting feeling got worse and her knees buckled sending her crashing into the sofa in front of them. Henry’s arms swooped under hers and wrapped around her waist, effectively chaining his wife to his chest so she didn’t collapse.
“Leah!”
“I’m here, I’m here… should I drive?”
Her frantic blue eyes darted between her big brother and her sister-in-law before she quickly went to (Y/n)’s other side so she was held up between them. Leah had no idea what the problem was but she had noticed (Y/n)’s unusual distress when she arrived so the hospital was the best option to calm her down and make sure everything went smoothly.
(Y/n) pressed her forehead against Henry’s chest where she could feel the muscles tightening from stress and panic. Walking was hard at the best of times but Henry and Leah were practically dragging her since her legs didn’t want to work with the baby trying to come early.
“Okay, turn round sweetheart. I’ve got you.” When they reached the car, Henry backed into the back seat first but he kept his arms around (Y/n)’s waist so he could help her in.
“Right, here we go, Henry maybe you should call a doctor or the emergency helpline?” Leah locked eyes with Henry in the rear-view mirror when (Y/n) let out an ungodly scream. There was something wrong and they both knew it, at least if they had a doctor on the phone the doctor could let the hospital know that they were on their way.
Leah was close to Henry so she knew all the problems they had had with Charlie. (Y/n) had been stabbed and then had a lung collapse during this pregnancy, that was enough to cause substantial problems so labour might not go as smoothly as they first thought it might.
Letting her head fall back against the cold glass window, (Y/n) closed her eyes and dug her nails into the seat to try and steady herself but she couldn’t control how badly she was shaking. Normally she got the shakes after she had given birth, not beforehand like this. She couldn’t help the tears that poured from her eyes or the gut-wrenching scream she let out when her stomach felt like it was dropping down to Hell.
“Fuck! H-Henry, s-something’s h-happened.”
“What? What do you mean?!”
Henry slotted his phone on the parcel shelf behind him on loud speaker to the doctor as his frantic, wide doe eyes locked with (Y/n)’s. He knew something was wrong with the way she suddenly shifted on the seat and how she coiled her arms closer to her chest. The pain seemed to double, shown clearly on her face but he didn’t know what had happened.
“C-check, please…” When she dared to let go of the seat, she shakily pointed between her legs. She didn’t know if the baby was actually coming or if whatever had happened was inside and she just felt it.
“Okay.”
Henry had seen all of his kids being born but the only times he actually looked down between (Y/n)’s legs during labour was when the baby was almost born. He had never looked or checked like the nurses did when checking how dilated (Y/n) was or checking if the head was almost born. He didn’t know what he was looking for and he didn’t know if he would be able to tell if something was off or looked wrong or not.
He took a deep breath before he moved (Y/n)’s dress up over her bent knees but (Y/n) saw the way his eyes widened and his adam’s apple juttered up and down before he swallowed harshly.
“What? W-what is it?” (Y/n) all but sobbed, begging her husband to tell her what was wrong because that wasn’t just a shocked or unnerved face, it was a very panicked one.
Fumbling over, Henry snatched his phone back and took it off speaker before he shoved it against his ear.
Why was this happening to them?
“Hello? We have a problem… I- I can see the baby’s arm, the arm and part of the cord are exposed that’s not normal, is it?”
Henry knew that sometimes babies would be born the wrong way around where they were feet and bum first rather than their heads. He also knew that if that happened a midwife would have to be careful and quick so that the baby wouldn’t try and breathe and suffocate. But he had never seen or heard of a babies arm coming out first before anything else. But there it was, clear as day. His sixth child’s arm was there for him to see like they were trying to wave or reach out for him.
A sob mixed with a whine left (Y/n)’s lips as she threw her head back and smothered her lips with her hand that she bit down on to try and calm herself down. Why was their baby being awkward? What were they going to do?
She couldn’t push or give birth to the baby this way, their shoulder would get stuck.
“What do I do?! No, I can’t… Jesus fucking Christ!”
“H-Henry?” (Y/n)’s voice was so quiet and shallow, whispered against the palm of her hand as she stared at her husband through tears who was leaning between her legs, crying too.
He pressed the phone against his shoulder as he looked over at (Y/n), fear in his eyes at the advice he had just been given by the doctor.
“Sweetheart, if the cord stays exposed like that it will get cold and the blood supply will stop… which means the oxygen will too. I need to, I- I need to push, the cord and arm back… up, until we get to the hospital.”
Henry almost gagged at his own words as he moved his hand to motion to (Y/n) what he had to do.
If they left the cord like that it would go cold and the blood vessels would shrink and stop supplying blood to the baby. If they didn’t have oxygen they would essentially suffocate and could be stillborn or have major problems. The only thing Henry could do to save both his wife and baby was to push the cord back up so it stayed in place in the uterus and stayed warm. The baby couldn’t come out like this and its arm couldn’t stay like this either.
“Okay, quick.”
(Y/n) spoke through gritted teeth and took a shaky breath before she pressed her hand back to her mouth because she knew this was going to batter. It was bad enough having to tear in order to have a baby and push a baby out but it was something else entirely to have someone try and push the baby back up. It was against nature and against her body’s will but it needed to be done and (Y/n) knew until they got to the hospital she would have to fight off pushing on each contraction when her body was trained to do it on instinct.
Henry took a few deep breaths before he knelt further down so he could see what he was doing.
When he touched his baby’s arm and the cord it felt like a toy the kids had, a squishy water ball with little beads inside that Henry was sure the kids would always pop. He tried not to squeeze the baby or the cord that was almost squelching in his hand before he slowly pushed his hand up.
This was not the way he normally did this or touched (Y/n) at all and he knew this image would stay with him for a long time when he tried to be intimate with (Y/n) again. He hated the shrill scream (Y/n) let out when he moved his hand up but he had been told he had to push as much as he could, the cord had to be back near the womb not just in a tiny little bit.
(Y/n) could feel blood in her mouth from how hard she chomped down on her hand ut the pain was causing her vision to blur and for a second she thought she was going to pass out. The daunting thought that Henry’s hand would have to stay in her like that made her throat tighten and made her want to be sick but all she could do was sob in agony.
“I’m sorry sweetheart, I’m so sorry. Leah put your fucking foot down we need to get there now!”
“I am!”
Henry couldn’t stay like this for much longer without sobbing or wanting to be sick and he could see his wife was almost about to blackout. This was not how he imagined the birth of his sixth child would be and he knew if they weren’t quick he might not have a baby to hold at the end of it.
I’ve got the next few parts of this Henry Cavill series planned out and some much needed fluff in this part for you all. I hope you like it, comments and feedback are lovely.
A smile formed on (Y/n)’s lips before they pressed to the back of Peter’s head, his floppy curls bouncing round his face and ears as (Y/n)’s knee slowly bounced up and down. As much as she loved when any of the kids came begging to sit on her knee, they weren’t exactly very light anymore.
Angel and Briar were fine, (Y/n) could still pick them up despite being seven months pregnant. But Harvey and Peter were eight and seven and they took after Henry with their height and build which meant they were rather heavy when they sat on (Y/n)’s knee especially when she was already carrying one baby.
But she couldn’t exactly say no when Peter crept up and burrowed into her chest before he clambered onto her lap and sat people-watching along with his mum. Their eyes watching their family run around their house getting drinks, food and telling jokes.
Peter tipped his head back against (Y/n)’s shoulder as a yawn escaped his lips before he took a sip from the beaker clasped between his fingers. He had been running around with Harvey for the last half an hour playing tag with their cousin and he needed a break now. He was getting rather tired despite the adrenaline coursing through his veins and the excitement he felt at them all having a party.
It was Briar’s first birthday two months ago and last week it was Charlie’s thirteenth birthday. Since it was (Y/n) and Henry’s nephew’s birthday next week, they were having a joint party for the boys today.
There were balloons, lots of cake, banners and confetti everywhere and all the family was over to celebrate. They both knew it meant all the kids would be running round all day, overflowing with excitement and less likely to sleep but with everything that had happened recently they all needed an excuse to relax and have some fun.
“Baby, calm down and go get a drink please.” (Y/n) reached out and grabbed Charlie’s arm as he went to rush past her and head outside.
Their eyes locked for a few seconds as he caught his breath back before he nodded and turned to walk off instead of run.
(Y/n) knew Charlie was still getting used to his meds and if he was too over-excited now he was going to crash soon and then wake up early in the morning. He needed to pace himself and calm down now so he would be okay and able to sleep tonight.
“Baby, my legs are going numb, can you sit beside me instead please?” A sigh escaped (Y/n)’s lips when Peter whined before he wriggled around, turning so he could wrap his arms around her neck and his legs around her waist as much as he could with her bump in the way.
“Peter come on, uncle John is gonna play football with us!”
Harvey’s eyes scanned around the conservatory before he ran over to where (Y/n) was, smiling briefly at his mum before he reached and grabbed Peter’s arm to try and pull him. There was only a year difference between the two boys which made them rather close, they were more like twins and did a lot of things together.
“Come on!”
Peter briskly shook his head before he wrenched his arm back to his chest, a whine escaping his lips like he was about to cry. He tucked his head into the crook of (Y/n)’s neck and closed his eyes as she slowly started to sway him in her arms.
“He’s tired honey, you go play and he might join you later.” (Y/n) ruffled Harvey’s hair before he scurried off, almost bumping into Henry who was walking inside. His body bent over so he could hold Briar’s hands, the youngest boy toddling inside as best he could considering he hadn’t been walking for very long.
“Where’s mummy?”
“Come here, oh what a clever boy!” (Y/n) couldn’t help but laugh when an open-mouthed grin appeared on Briar’s lips and he squealed, bending his knees before he happily kicked his feet out when he got nearer to (Y/n). He let go of Henry’s hands and tumbled forward, holding onto (Y/n)’s leg to steady himself before he looked up at her with that same grin that melted her heart.
“Pete, you’re nearly strangling your mum there, come sit with me.” Henry perched himself down on the sofa next to (Y/n) before he reached over and untangled his middle child from around (Y/n).
He rolled his eyes at the whine Peter let out before he snuggled Peter between them, wrapping an arm around his waist to keep Peter tucked into his side.
“Want a balloon baby?” (Y/n) reached over and picked up a bright silver balloon and held it in front of Briar who had sat himself down on the floor between her and Henry.
The toddler’s face lit up as he took the balloon between his hands and pressed his lips to it, clearly liking the weird sensation it created. Briar managed to hold the knotted end of the balloon before he leaned on Henry’s leg to push himself to his unsteady feet. Amusement found Henry’s features as he watched his youngest, thinking he was about to toddle off and show his balloon to everyone like he always did when he had a new toy.
Turning around, Briar stared at the balloon before he suddenly swung his hand forward and hit it against Henry’s leg causing it to bounce back at him. A giggle left his lips before he repeated the action, whacking his new toy against Henry’s leg and knee as he giggled away.
“Oi, what are you beating me up for?”
Picking him up, Henry leaned Briar upside down and jiggled him around with a shark tooth grin as his baby boy burst into hysterics and dropped the balloon he had been holding.
“It’s running away Briar, go get it quick.” (Y/n) smiled at Briar’s curls hanging down as he was held upside down by Henry but she could see his eyes were searching for the toy he had dropped. She watched Henry set him back to his feet before both parents pointed in the direction of a few balloons near the corner of the room.
The couple watched him trot on unsteady legs to go and retrieve what had suddenly caught his attention. A triumphant sound escaping his lips when he managed to pick up a different coloured balloon. He turned on his heels and trotted back over to Henry and (Y/n) before he stumbled, falling forward onto the balloon.
(Y/n) thought for a brief moment that Briar was going to bounce off of it and onto his back but her body jumped when the balloon popped and Briar landed on his front, banging his head on the wooden floor.
Henry felt (Y/n) shudder beside him and he noticed her hand moving to her stomach when the baby jolted at the shock too but he cringed when he watched Briar hit the floor and a shrill cry cut through his ears.
“Come here little man, it’s okay you’re fine.”
Bending down, Henry quickly scooped Briar up into his arms and leaned him on his chest, slowly rocking him side to side to try and calm him down. He hadn’t hurt himself or done any damage, he was just in shock from the crash landing and the confusion from not knowing where his new toy had disappeared to so quickly.
Henry pressed a kiss to the top of Briar’s head, feeling him sniffing and whining into his shirt but he didn’t mind. He rubbed his cheek against Briar’s hair before he moved his arm, securing Briar to him with his right arm as he reached over and grabbed a bottle of beer from the table with his free hand.
“No, no you ain’t having this.” A smile formed on his lips as he shook his head and moved the beer bottle out the way of Briar who gingerly reached his hand out to touch it. “No little man.” Henry tilted his head down and gave his boy a stern look when he began to whimper to try and get what he wanted.
Taking a sip of his drink, Henry continued to bounce Briar in his arm who snuggled up to him with his wide eyes scanning around them.
“Cheeky.”
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“Is he asleep?” (Y/n) turned and rested her cheek on Henry’s shoulder as she looked at Briar. Their toddler was happily curled up resting on Henry’s bare chest which seemed to be a very good way to get him to settle to sleep so quickly.
Henry had his arms propped up behind his head against the headboard as he continued to watch the movie they had put on in the background. It wasn’t very often that he and (Y/n) had time to watch tv together like this, it was a miracle that it was before eleven o'clock at night and all the kids were asleep in their own beds for once. Briar didn’t really count right now though, his cot was in their room for now until the baby was born, then Briar would be in the nursery.
“Yeah, I think he’s gone off.” Henry whispered back, looking down at his boy before he looked back at the tv, feeling (Y/n) curling up more into his side.
A yawn escaped (Y/n)’s lips and she could feel herself almost dropping off to sleep. But before she even managed to close her eyes, her head turned to look up at Henry when a piercing cry flooded their ears from one of the other rooms.
It didn’t take either of them long to realise that it was Angel crying out which didn’t usually happen that often. If she woke during the night she would sheepishly come out asking for a drink before she went back to sleep or saying that she needed the toilet. She didn’t usually wake and cry, Angel was the easiest of their kids when it came to sleeping. She didn’t argue about staying up late and it didn’t take her long to get to sleep.
A shiver ran down Henry’s spine and his brows furrowed when they both heard Angel crying out for him specifically, she must have had a bad dream.
Moving his hands to cup the back of Briar’s head and his bum, Henry slowly got to his feet and padded across the carpet, snuggling Briar down into his cot with his blanket before he left the room to go and see to Angel.
Henry quietly walked into the lilac coloured room that had some very dim fairy lights around the bed so Angel could see when she woke up during the night. But instead of finding her laid tucked under the covers crying, Henry found his only girl sat bolt up in the middle of the bed with her eyes tightly closed and her arms outstretched, clearly waiting impatiently for him to come get her.
“Daddy!”
Henry couldn’t help but shiver at her high pitch tone that rattled right through to his spine. Bending down, he gently picked her up, shocked by how tightly she clung to him and started wriggling like she wanted to get into his skin for some kind of protection.
“Hey, hey what’s up Angel, hmm? What’s the matter, did you have a bad dream?”
All he got in response was a small whimper of agreement as Angel continued to cry, almost digging her short nails into his neck but he didn’t say anything, she clearly wanted comfort. Henry slowly rocked her up and down as he hummed against her ear before he bent down to try and sit her back on the bed so he could calm her down ready to go back to sleep. But the moment her bum touched the bed she started to screech again like a banshee causing Henry to take a sharp breath.
“No daddy! No, no-”
“Shh, okay Angel okay I won’t put you down I promise darlin’. You can come sleep with me and mummy.”
Clearly the dream she had made her apprehensive of being in her room for the night or being alone in case it happened again. Not that Henry really minded, he could use some one to one time with his girl even if it was late at night to settle her down to sleep.
It was no secret that Angel was a daddy’s girl, Henry had always wanted a little girl and up to now he had one little girl to spoil and an army of boys, it made Angel feel special. And she knew she was special when her name was Angelica but no one called her that since from the moment she was born Henry had called her his little Angel.
“Someone had a bad dream.” Henry whispered when he headed back into his room, smiling tiredly at (Y/n) before he went over to the window and started to pace with Angel in his arms. “Angel come here, look, get comfy cos it’s late.” Henry fought with Angel until she relented and loosened her grip around his neck so he could move her. He gently lowered her down his chest so her head was resting just under his collar bone and her body was against his chest and stomach.
She curled her arms up to her chest, her big doe eyes looking tiredly up at Henry with dried tears on her cheeks as his comforting smile calmed her down.
She was only going to cling to him more if she was wrapped around him like a monkey but if she was calmer and cuddled up to him like this then she was more likely to go to sleep. This was how Henry used to hold all the kids when they were babies and toddlers, he would lean back and slowly start to pace up and down with them against his chest like this. Even with Angel being four, he could still hold her like this for as long as it took and his arms wouldn’t get tired.
“Baby?”
“Hmm?” Henry turned his head to look over at his wife as he slowly continued to pace around with Angel who was making little noises against his chest.
“I was thinking about when we have the baby, maybe we could try and have another home birth.”
(Y/n) looked up at Henry, a small look of anxiety in her eyes as she wondered what he thought about this time around. God knows things had been hectic during this pregnancy with Charlie’s added behaviours and the fact that they already had four other young children under the age of ten. But when she saw Henry’s delicate smile, the nerves in her stomach soon calmed to nothing.
“If that’s what you want sweetheart, you know I’ll do whatever you want you do.” Henry slowly perched down on the side of the bed for a moment so he could look over at (Y/n) despite knowing Angel wasn’t asleep yet.
“I want to be at home this time.” (Y/n) nodded to herself as she rubbed her hands over her tummy, smiling as she always wished she could see inside and look at their baby.
When they had Charlie he had been born at home in the first house they had bought together. It was more relaxed and calming for (Y/n) to be at home in an environment she was comfortable with and there was no chance of anyone realising who they were and trying to get involved.
Harvey’s birth had had to be at the hospital since they had a few problems with him and he had to be monitored so (Y/n) didn’t have the option to choose where she was going to give birth. The hospital had been the safest place for them both so Harvey was born there.
Peter had been a surprise baby considering Harvey was four months old when they found out about Peter. But (Y/n) wanted to have him at home, she had been so much more relaxed when they had Charlie compared to Harvey with all the nurses and doctors fluttering around and her having to be monitored and kept in a strange hospital room instead of her own home. Things had gone fine to Peter had been born at home much to their relief.
Henry’s fame had grown by the time they were expecting Angel so he had hoped they could have another home birth but she had been four weeks early so they had gone to the hospital to be safe.
Then when they were expecting Briar, everything had been set up for a home birth. The midwife who delivered Peter was ready to help, their home was set up, family was ready to take the kids to let the couple be alone at home to have their fifth baby. But Briar had decided to take his time and they had been forty two weeks along when their midwife said for Briar’s safety they needed to go to hospital and have an induced labour.
Henry knew (Y/n) had not been happy about that, having to schedule a day to have their baby in the hospital. But Briar’s birth had been over in a matter of four hours and (Y/n) was desperate to get back home.
“Let’s hope this one doesn’t take their sweet time then, love.” Henry reached over to rest his hand on (Y/n)’s stomach before he got back up to pace again when Angel whimpered and wriggled against him. Clearly telling him she wanted his attention to herself again and she was getting tired and restless.
Henry walked over to the window, looking out into the darkness of the back garden as he swayed his little girl from side to side, relishing in the feeling of hugging her close like this.
“Sweetheart, what do you think about looking round the Welholme Park school, for Charlie?”
(Y/n) pulled the sleeves of her jumper over her hands as she looked up at her husband, processing what he had just asked her. They were trying everything they could to help Charlie at the moment and (Y/n) didn’t have any new ideas but Henry did. He knew a different school might be something else that could calm Charlie down and this school would be better suited to his needs.
“Would they accept him?”
(Y/n) knew that school so she knew what Henry was aiming at here. It wasn’t just a different secondary school for Charlie, it was a school that specialised in children with different needs.
Charlie wasn’t a horrible kid so he didn’t need to go to a school that would teach him manners or be harder on him to curb his attitude. But he was at the normal kind of school at the moment and it wasn’t helping, he wasn’t getting along with the other kids and he wasn’t doing very well in his classes.
“I had a look online, if we get the doctor’s note of his assessments and results then they should take him, what do you think?”
Henry had looked at hundreds of options, hundreds of ideas and different things he could do and change to try and help Charlie and this school was the one thing that stood out to Henry.
It was a school that took kids with ranging problems from mental health issues to kids with disabilities and learning difficulties. When Henry and (Y/n) had talked to the doctor he had put Charlie through for assessments and he was diagnosed with learning difficulties as well as autism and his behaviours and moods were noted too.
Henry could see that if Charlie was in this school, they would take things slower with him. He would have more time and an easier environment to learn, they would communicate with him better and he wouldn’t fall behind because they would specialise in ways to get through to him. And if the teachers there could cope better with his moods and meltdowns then it would be so much better for Charlie and easier for Henry and (Y/n).
“Yeah, we should ask to look around… anything’s better than where he is now, they’re not helping him very much.”
It wasn’t the school’s fault, they weren’t trained, they didn’t know how they were supposed to help Charlie but they couldn’t leave him in a school that was only making Charlie feel worse and wasn’t working to help him.
“How would we explain it to him though?” (Y/n) felt a shiver run down her spine at the mere thought of trying to explain to Charlie that they were going to switch him to a different school. It would be somewhere that Charlie would have to try again to make friends and to learn and get used to a whole new environment.
“We’ll figure it out… we could take him for a look round? Show him it’s a better place, it’s more relaxed and focused on him. If he knows he will get more support and attention I think he’ll be up for it.”
Henry knew that a way to help Charlie was attention, if he thought he was being listened to and if he got time with Henry or (Y/n) to himself he was more relaxed, even if right now Henry wouldn’t allow him to be alone with (Y/n). If he knew that at this school he would get more attention to help him learn he would be more up for it.
They would just have to explain it to him and hope for the best.
I know it takes me a while to update but I am happy to post this part of my Henry Cavill series which has gotten so many comments and lovely feedback so thank you all. I hope you like it.
A sliver of fear started to creep up from the base of (Y/n)’s spine as her eyes diverted around her to see who was about. She knew it was highly unlikely that there would be anyone here in this shop that she actually knew but she couldn’t help but look around anyway. It was more likely that all of these people here knew her considering she was married to one of Hollywood’s up and coming actors.
She didn’t know if it would be worse or not to have someone around that knew her. If they saw the panic in her eyes and noticed the struggle she was feeling then that would either be embarrassing or cause problems later.
She was out with all five of her kids and it was clear that there was something unsettling her. But as long as no one realised that it was her eldest that was panicking her then everything would be fine.
“Ive got a headache!” Charlie started to rub at his eyes until he was practically scratching all the skin around them but the way his lips tightened and the small muscles around his jaw popped out made (Y/n) shiver.
All she wanted to do was cry.
How could her own son frighten her like this? He was her first baby, he was her little boy, he had always had an attachment to her. He wanted her to sit with him when he felt ill, he made her pictures and crafts and wanted her to see him when he was winning sports days at school. He wanted to show her all his achievements and make her proud of him.
But at the same time he seemed to only want to take his frustrations out on her. When something went wrong he would shout at (Y/n), he wanted her to fix it but if she couldn’t then she would be subjected to his rage.
“It’s because of your medicine baby, come on we’re going home now anyway.”
(Y/n) needed to get all of them home, Peter had kicked off a storm already because his eyes were still hurting even though he’d finished his prescribed drops now. Charlie was running round with a face like a zombie and every little reflex or move he made had (Y/n) jumping back in fright.
She had begged Henry on the phone to come home, she didn’t want to be left alone with Charlie, let alone with all the kids with her. What if something happened? She couldn’t risk all their kids being scarred and frightened another time around. Nor could she cope with Charlie on her own anymore and that hurt her to admit to Henry but if she told anyone else they would tell and she couldn’t have that.
Social services would make things worse, she knew that she knew how they worked and what they did to try to help which hardly ever worked.
“Well I’m not taking them anymore then.”
Rolling her eyes, (Y/n) looked at her other four children, checking they were all okay as their little group started walking towards the exit of the shop.
She hadn’t wanted to bring all the kids shopping but they needed food, toilet roll and other essentials and it was easier to go today other than tomorrow. (Y/n) had Briar and Angel sitting in the seats in the trolley with them both almost falling asleep. And Charlie, Harvey and Peter were walking beside her.
“Yes you will now come on we’re going home.”
Reaching her hand out, (Y/n) placed her palm on Charlie’s shoulder to make sure he wouldn’t stop and have a tantrum right in the middle of the shop. When he had done that before it was usually when she was on her own with him and that was easier because (Y/n) didn’t have to worry about the rest of the kids being frightened or acting up too. Right now she couldn’t take it.
“I don’t want to I feel shit-”
“Then stay here.” (Y/n) spoke quietly but the narrowed eyes, the tightly pressed lips and the way she pulled away from Charlie so quickly showed she wasn’t messing around.
The moment (Y/n) pushed the trolley with Harvey and Peter following at her sides Charlie hurried to catch them up. As much as he would have sat down and thrown a tantrum he didn’t want to be left if (Y/n) really was going to walk away.
“Hold onto the trolley boys.” Both Harvey and Peter grabbed the trolley with one hand and (Y/n) kept her eyes on Charlie as they all headed out the shop and crossed the road, making their way over to the dark navy blue car that belonged to (Y/n). “Right, pack the car up for me please.”
Reaching out, (Y/n) gently scooped Briar up out of the trolley seat, smiling as she felt a flutter in her chest with her baby in her arms. She loved the way he tucked his face into the crook of her neck and he was at a stage where everything was funny so his giggle lit up her soul when she felt down. Seeing Henry with their kids always made (Y/n) smile and it made her happy to think about the baby she was carrying.
(Y/n) turned her head to check the boys were helping pack up the boot before she opened the door and gently settled Briar into his car seat. She knew that the drive home would settle him right off to sleep and would probably do the same to Angel since she was tired.
“Charlie, can you help pack the car please?” (Y/n) pointed out to the trolley that only Harvey and Peter were unloading as the eldest boy leaned against the side of the car. His eyes looking down at the road beneath his feet with his brows rose and a blank expression on his face.
With a sigh, (Y/n) scooped up Angel and settled her on her hip before she motioned for Harvey to come over to her.
“Pete, get buckled in the car baby, you’ve done enough. Harvey, you can get in the front with me.”
She watched her boys nod and hurry to get in the car, Peter scurrying to climb behind Briar’s seat so he was in the far back of the car in front of the boot. There were three rows of seats in the car with two seats in each row, two in the front for the driver and passenger, two in the middle where Briar and Angel’s car seats were, and then two right in the back.
(Y/n) rose her brow when she caught Charlie’s eye, seeing his face fall into annoyance and shock since he was normally always sat in the front with her. But (Y/n) didn’t want him in the front, she wanted him right at the back of the car so he couldn’t hit any of the controls, the steering wheel or the gear stick in the front if he had a tantrum. Nor did she want him near her in case he decided to hit her whilst she was driving.
“Pack the boot.”
“No.”
“Pack the boot now or when we get home you can start tidying the house instead so pick one.” (Y/n) placed her hands on her hips as her head cocked to the side, waiting for a response even though she was past the point of caring now.
“No. I don’t wanna go home, I wanna be out when’s dad coming home?”
“Charlie you’ve got a headache and you’re tired so pack the boot then you can go rest in bed when we get home.”
“I don’t want to rest or be tired I want to go out and play or go out with dad." Charlie stomped his foot down on the floor but his expression gave away how he really felt.
His eyes were half lidded because he had a headache and he was tired and his shoulders were slumping even though he was trying to buck himself up and wake up and feel as energetic as he usually did. The doctor had started him on some medication to calm down his temper and control his mood swings and had referred them for some assessments in case he had ADHD or autism or something of the kind.
The tablets were calming him down so he was less abrasive than usual but they were making him tired which was a side effect that wouldn’t last much longer. But he didn’t like it, they made him restless and wake during the night and they made him tired during the day which he wasn’t used to. Being told the effects would wear off the longer he was on the tablets didn’t seem to make any difference to Charlie because he didn’t like waiting.
"Then pack the car and when he gets back I’ll tell him to take you somewhere with the boys-”
“No! Just me and dad, it’s not fair I don’t like it!”
Spinning round on his heels with the little energy he had, Charlie kicked his foot out and banged his shoe into the bottom of the car near the wheel. Then he flung his hand round and hit his fist into the break light of the car. If he had more strength in him he would have easily broken the light and (Y/n) was thankful he was tired but he was still going to hurt himself doing this.
“Charlie just get in the car. Please.” (Y/n)’s eyes cast around her, noticing just one or two people looking but it wasn’t strange to see kids having behaviours at shops, especially like this when they were playing up. As long as no one came over to them then it would be alright.
Reaching over, (Y/n) grabbed his wrist to stop him from hurting himself again but she wasn’t expecting him to suddenly reach out and grab her own wrist with his other hand. A gasp escaped her lips when Charlie’s nails scratched into her skin and dragged down from her wrist to her arm as he ripped her hand roughly from him before he threw her arm back at her.
“Get in the car baby.”
(Y/n) could feel tears welling in her eyes as she tried again to grab Charlie’s wrists. She turned him so his back was to her chest and stomach before she pushed him quickly to try and get him to the door of the car so she could shove him in.
“No! Get off. Bitch. Fuck off. Shit. Off me now!” The string of words leaving his lips was so strange. It was like Charlie didn’t know what he was saying, he was spluttering random words that were coming to his mind without thinking about it. But the more he repeated them, the more he flung his arms out and scraped his heels against the floor to fight against her.
This was a different kind of meltdown than Charlie usually had.
“In! In now!” It was so tempting to swear at Charlie right now but (Y/n) knew that wouldn’t solve anything. It would only make her feel worse and want to slap him for the way he was acting when she knew that wouldn’t be right either.
(Y/n) felt like she couldn’t breathe as she gave Charlie a shove, pushing him past Angel’s chair and into the back of the car where Peter was strapped in, curling up to be as close to the window as he could so he was out the firing line. (Y/n) struggled to squeeze into the back with her stomach, the pain in her chest fromhaving the fluids drained and the burning in her leg from her scar, but she just about managed it.
She was glad the back windows were tinted so no nosey onlookers could see her practically throw Charlie down into the seat before she bent down and fought with him to strap him into the seat.
“No! Fuck you, get off me!”
Charlie slapped (Y/n)’s hands and tried to scratch her but she was too quick this time, dodging his hands and throwing them back at him when he tried. But she wasn’t quick enough and couldn’t stop him from slapping her cheek causing her head to snap in Peter’s direction.
Both her and Charlie suddenly stopped, their eyes deadlocked as they both reeled at what he had just done.
When (Y/n) raised her hand, Charlie thought he was going to get the same action back at him but his body jumped in the seat when (Y/n) curled her hand into a fist and rammed her fist into the ceiling of the car instead. She repeated the action twice to let the anger boil out of her system before she turned and forcefully pushed her way out of the backseat so she could manoeuvre into the driver’s seat instead.
She wanted to hit him!
(Y/n) had never wanted to hit any of her kids before. Sure, Henry had given them the odd hit before on the bum or a clip around the head but that was hardly very often at all. (Y/n) had never wanted to properly hit any of them until now. Even when Charlie stabbed her, all she had wanted to do was hug Henry and have Charlie isolated from the rest of them.
This wasn’t right. Why was Charlie being like this? Why was he frightening (Y/n) to the point that when she was alone with him, she wished there were locks on every door in the house so she could lock herself away or lock him in one room and keep him there so they were all safe?
Each child sitting in their seats felt afraid when (Y/n) let out a scream, muffled by how tightly she had her lips pressed together. She didn’t want to scare them but she couldn’t contain or control herself.
Harvey jumped in his seat when (Y/n)’s phone started to ring in her pocket but his face fell when (Y/n) checked it before handing it to him.
“I-it’s your dad, you talk to him.”
(Y/n) couldn’t talk to Henry, her body and voice were trembling as it was and if she did she would breakdown and wouldn’t be able to drive them home and get them all safe and away from the public eye like this.
Her hands were shaking as she pulled out of the parking space, trying to feel as calm as possible so she didn’t speed or lose focus as she had all the kids in the car and had to control herself as best as she could to keep all of them safe when she drove.
“Daddy… mummy’s driving…” Harvey didn’t know what he was supposed to say. Did he tell his dad that Charlie had gone for their mum again and they’d had a fight? Did he stay quiet and wait for (Y/n) to tell him when he got home?
“Buddy, is everything okay? You sound upset, talk to me it’s okay.”
“Charlie argued with mummy.”
“Okay… can you tell me what happened please. I’m guessing you’re all in the car with mummy right now.”
“He slapped her and mummy’s upset.” Harvey quickly looked over at (Y/n), wondering if he’d said too much but when she tried to force a smile he knew he hadn’t done anything wrong. And since he was whispering down the phone Charlie couldn’t kick up a storm because he hadn’t heard what was being said.
“I’ll be home in a few hours, if anything else happens you or mummy call me, okay? I love you all buddy.”
Harvey wasn’t stupid, he could hear how Henry’s tone of voice changed in an instant and he knew Henry’s gruff, tempered voice that happened when his shoulders rose and his chest puffed out like he was about to have a fight.
Something told Harvey a fight would soon happen when his dad came home later.
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“Charlie I don’t know how else to tell you or how many times I have to keep telling you that you can’t act like this. What else do you want me to do?”
Closing her eyes, (Y/n) bowed her head and covered her face with her hands as she rested her elbows on her knees. What else was she supposed to say to get it through to Charlie that this attitude and this behaviour was going to get him into a lot of trouble in the future. He couldn’t keep doing this and thinking that if he did it then things would go his way and that life would work around his behaviours because it wouldn’t.
Nor could (Y/n) keep going when this was all she was getting day in and day out. She didn’t want to be alone with her own son anymore, she was too afraid of what he was going to do and if he was going to hurt her or her other babies.
Rubbing at her eyes, (Y/n) slowly looked up through her hands as she took a deep breath, waiting for Charlie’s response but he wasn’t giving her an answer. He was slouched o the blue foam sofa with his arms curled around his chest and his chin tucked down into his chest.
A bolt of worry shot through (Y/n) when Charlie slammed his hand down on the arm of the sofa before he went to get up causing (Y/n) to lean back in her seat.
But the moment he was just about on his feet, he suddenly felt a hand clamping down on his shoulder forcing him back down to the sofa. His body collided down with the soft foam sofa that was designed to be both comfy and easy for Charlie to jump and hit against if he had a meltdown.
He tipped his head back against the back of the sofa and looked up to find Henry towering over him like the angel of death waiting to claim his soul. He could feel a shiver running through him as he looked up at his dad who looked almost like a stranger to him. No matter what Charlie said or did he could never fool himself into believing that he wasn’t afraid or worried of his dad. Henry was the one person Charlie always aspired to be, he was someone that Charlie looked up to but he was also someone that could frighten him by doing very little.
“I don’t know what to do with you anymore.” The bitter tone to Henry’s words set both Charlie and (Y/n) on edge as the pair of them watched Henry with eagle eyes. Concentrating as he walked around the back of the sofa and took a seat on the armchair next to where (Y/n) was sitting.
“What?”
“I’m running out of options Charlie, that’s what! I don’t know what you expect us to do when everything we tell you to do you go and do the exact opposite.”
“No I don’t-”
“I took you to the gym and boxing with me to try and let off some steam and you decide to come home and use it on your mum. I tell you not to lay a hand on her and you stab her with a kitchen knife! And if that wasn’t bad enough, you’re going around slapping her in public! No fucking son of mine will go and abuse his mum like that and get away with it so tell me what the fuck I should do to teach you some respect!”
Charlie was taken aback, sinking himself further into the sofa as if he hoped it would swallow him up so he wouldn’t have to deal with this conversation or argument anymore.
(Y/n) leaned over to try and take Henry’s hand but he was too far gone to interact with any of her soft touches that were trying to calm him down. He didn’t want to calm down, he wanted to be riled up, he wanted to shout and scream at Charlie so he understood where Henry was coming from.
They had sent him to the gym, they were taking him to councilling, he was on medication, he had strict routines and activities to try and calm him down but it wasn’t working. All Charlie wanted to do was act out and hurt (Y/n) and he thought that he could get away with it when he couldn’t. This couldn’t carry on because Henry was tearing his hair out worrying that one day he would come home to find (Y/n) battered and bruised with Charlie stood looming over her.
“She is your mum. She’s loved you and looked after you all your life and all you can do is abuse her but I’m not doing this anymore. I am not having your mum or your brothers or Angel ring me up crying because you’ve hurt one of them.”
“I don’t mean to.”
Those few little words were enough to boil over the anger that was building up inside of Henry until his eyes were blazing with fire and he bolted up to his feet. All he could see was red, covering every aspect of his vision and when he looked at his eldest son, all he could see was a bully on the outside. His boy was in there somewhere but Henry couldn’t see the boy he had raised, he could only see the boy having meltdowns and attacking the one person Henry had ever loved.
A cry escaped Charlie’s lips when Henry seemed to teleport right in front of him and grab the scruff of his jumper, wrenching him up to his feet by the piece of clothing.
“Henry!” (Y/n) pushed herself to her feet and stumbled over to her husband who seemed to have snapped for the first time ever. He was never like this with any of the kids when they did anything wrong but he was at the end of his rope.
Henry didn’t know what else he could do to help Charlie or (Y/n) and it was killing him to have these scenes happening again and again. He had to do something.
“That is a lie Charlie. You regret it but don’t you dare lie to me and pretend you don’t mean it or else you wouldn’t do it. I’ve had enough! Nothing is getting through to you but I sure as Hell need you to listen to me right now.”
Henry yanked Charlie closer and leaned down until they were face to face and Charlie got his first taste of Hell. He had to see that this was only the tip of the iceberg and if he did one more thing out of line like this then Henry would unleash all types of ungodly things on him to teach him.
They had tried the nice approach, they had listened to him and tried to amend what was setting him off and making him unhappy but he wasn’t working with them. If he actually tried then things would get better but he wasn’t and it couldn’t carry on like this. Charlie was on his last legs here or else Henry was going to do something drastic to teach him a lesson because he had to protect all of his family.
“Don’t touch your mum like that again. I don’t care what you try to do to me but you do not do that to your mum, you were damn lucky I didn’t do anything to you when you stabbed her because if people found out you would be monitored and the police would know. So it works like this, you go for her again, you will not live in this house with us, I will take you to grandads or I will make this a separate room that you live in on your own. You slap her, I slap you, you punch her I will punch you and if you try and attack her, you will leave.”
A cry escaped Charlie’s lips before he started to grab and scratch at Henry’s arms, repeatedly flinging his arms at Henry to try and get him to let go but Henry didn’t budge an inch. He stood still, watching patiently as Charlie screamed and sobbed, kicking his legs out to try and get away but he couldn’t go anywhere or do anything. Henry was too strong.
“Stop it! Fuck. Not fair, not fair. Daddy no!”
“No you’re not fair! Stop having a tantrum and fucking listen to me.” Henry’s words roared around the room before he moved his free hand to grab Charlie’s jaw in his hand. He had his finger pushing into Charlie’s cheek and his thumb gripping his jaw to tilt Charlie’s head up so they were looking at each other.
“Henry no let him go.” (Y/n) wrapped her arms around Henry’s arm but she knew she couldn’t stop him or do anything because he was on the war path.
“I don’t bring up my boys to abuse their mums so if you are my son you will stop this shit right now. You can have your tantrums and you can do what you want in this room but you do not hurt her because she is the most important person in your life and you will lose her if you keep doing this.”
Charlie managed to nod his head the slightest bit before he became motionless, holding into Henry’s arm for support rather than to try and hurt him as his chest began to heave.
With a swift motion, Henry leaned Charlie back and let go of him, watching his son flop back onto the sofa like jelly before he curled up and laid down to try and recover and calm down. He had been told how it was going to be and he was going to have to think it over and come to terms with it because that was how it was going to be.
Henry would take him to his parent’s house or he would make the crash room into Charlie’s little house because it was out the way. It was an extension past the kitchen and dining room. Charlie could be secluded there and go to the downstairs bathroom and the kitchen whilst the rest of them used the rest of the house. He would have minimum contact with them and no contact with his siblings until he learned to behave because Henry wasn’t having him around them like this.
Turning on his heels, Henry wrapped his arm around (Y/n)’s waist and slowly guided her out of the room and through into the kitchen but the moment they were in there, (Y/n) buried herself into Henry’s chest.
“He won’t do it again, I’ll get him out of the house if he does to show him.”
“Henry I… I’m walking on eggshells around him and I’m his mother. I’m watching his every movement, tempted to lock doors in case he does something.”
(Y/n) felt like she had failed because she was Charlie’s mother, she was supposed to be doing whatever she could to protect him and look after him and she was. But she couldn’t help but fear what she did in case she set Charlie off and he hurt her or the kids. (Y/n) was relieved he had never gone for his siblings in the way he went for her, that was good that he wouldn’t take his anger out on them but he was doing it to (Y/n) and that wasn’t okay either.
“I’m going to sort it out, sweetheart. I’m not leaving you alone with him right now, he can stay with my mum and dad and I’ll make sure I’m home so he can start to get better.”
Henry knew what was going through her mind and he knew she had every right to feel like this but he was going to do everything he could to make it better. He was going to make (Y/n) feel safe and help Charlie to curb that temper and learn how to control himself but more than that he wanted Charlie to learn respect.
“Go lie down sweetheart, I’ll be up soon.” Henry kissed (Y/n)’s temple and rubbed his palm briefly over her stomach before (Y/n) turned and slowly left the kitchen. The day had been long enough and she was more than in need for a lie down.
Rubbing his hand over his face, Henry sighed into his hand as he leaned against the counter. He tried his best to catch his breath and calm himself down, he had to go and check on the kids in a minute because he hadn’t seen them yet he came straight home, livid with Charlie.
“I’m sorry, I love you and mum.”
Those few words sent a shockwave through Henry and his frame briefly tensed when he felt thin arms slowly and cautiously winding around his middle. Trying to hold him properly but Henry’s frame and muscles prevented him. Henry felt himself on the brink of tears when Charlie pressed his face into the middle of his back and he could feel tears soaking into his shirt. He moved his hand and clamped his palm over the back of Charlie’s hand, willing the tears to go away.
Summary: Tom and (Y/n) are expecting their first child together and everyone is excited. But (Y/n) fears she won’t be a good mother when her own mum put her through Hell and back and the past won’t leave her alone.
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A fond smile formed on (Y/n)’s lips as she rolled her eyes that had been concentrating on watching her grandparents for the last ten minutes. As much as they were a loving old couple who got along so well after the years, the amount of tiffs and arguments they had was unreal.
(Y/n) had been watching her grandma tap and hit her husband’s arm for the past five minutes, telling him quietly to stop poking around and touching things. This wasn’t the first time Laura and George had met Tom’s parents but she wanted to make a good impression still, and George prodding around their home wouldn’t do that, especially if he knocked something over.
They were all at Tom’s parent’s house for a celebration dinner, his parent’s wanted to celebrate that they would soon have their first grandchild and since (Y/n)’s grandparents had raised her, naturally they were invited round too.
Turning on her heels, (Y/n) left the pair bickering quietly in the front room and made her way through to the kitchen where Nicki and Henry were.
“Thank you for inviting them, they were thrilled when I told them.”
(Y/n) folded her arms over her stomach, subconsciously wondering how long she would be able to do this for before her stomach started to grow and get in the way. She could already feel a subtle change to her lower stomach, it wasn’t extended or larger yet but it was firmer and whenever she pressed a hand to her stomach, butterflies erupted throughout her system.
The thought of having a baby had always been something (Y/n) was afraid of, it was a subject she avoided talking about with anyone throughout her teenage years. With her past, (Y/n) had been dead set on the fact that motherhood wasn’t something she would be good at or thrive at doing.
Tom walked in and those thoughts flew out the window.
(Y/n) couldn’t wait until she could see Tom holding their baby in his arms, she wanted to see him cuddling their baby and rocking and humming them to sleep and helping them to crawl and walk and grow. As long as he was there, (Y/n) was sure that she would be okay. She could learn to be a mother and Nicki was here to help and guide her.
“Oh of course honey, we couldn’t celebrate without your family being here too.”
“Tom said you invited your dad too, do you think he’ll turn up soon?” Henry got out some knives and forks so he could set the table but his warm eyes focused on (Y/n).
He didn’t want to overstep the mark by asking but if she had invited her dad then surely it was okay to talk about him. Tom had only said they couldn’t mention her mother under no circumstances and they knew (Y/n) didn’t have the best relationship with her dad. But by inviting him today it showed she was trying to make sure everyone got along.
“I think he’ll show just to say hello, he won’t stay though.” (Y/n) didn’t have the heart to tell them that she had told her dad he could come and say hello but he wasn’t to stay for dinner.
She didn’t want him staying because he would bring up Holly at some point and that was something (Y/n) couldn’t deal with. She could deal with her father in small doses, their relationship was fractured and too much pressure would break it entirely. (Y/n) didn’t want to shut her dad out completely but if he was always in her life, then her mother would be too and (Y/n) didn’t want that.
“I’ll set the table.”
“Oh, thank you.” Henry handed over the utensils to (Y/n), smiling before she left the room and headed into the dining room next to the conservatory.
A smile formed on (Y/n)’s lips when her eye caught Tom who was sitting in the conservatory with Paddy, the two of them laughing over something. (Y/n) leaned over the table, slowly walking round as she placed the knives and forks evenly at the sides of the place mats, humming to herself as she went along.
Her body jumped forward almost pushing into the table when a pair of arms suddenly latched around her waist and a hard chest was glued to her back. She couldn’t help the laugh that left her lips when she felt Tom kissing the top of her neck just below her jaw as he slowly swayed them side to side.
“Cheeky.”
“Hm. You okay?” Tom closed his eyes and buried his face in (Y/n)’s neck, breathing in her scent as he kept himself stuck to her like glue. Slowly moving along with her when (Y/n) moved over to finish setting the table.
“I’m good, Ma might end up slapping grandad soon though.”
A chuckle escaped Tom’s lips, he could just imagine the pair of them bickering away right now. It was a wonder they got along as well as they did when they did argue and natter at one another quite a lot but he figured that was just the relationship they had together. He didn’t think he could cope with a relationship like that though, Tom was relieved that he and (Y/n) were more laid back and loving than her grandparents were.
Tom felt the way (Y/n) suddenly tensed against him when the doorbell chimed and they were both thinking the same thing. there was no one else to arrive except for (Y/n)’s dad, he must be here.
“It’ll be okay baby, he won’t stay long and I’ll stay with you.”
He pressed a kiss to her forehead before the pair of them turned around and headed through to the hallway. (Y/n) couldn’t stop the subtle shaking that set in her system as she pushed herself more into Tom’s side. She hadn’t seen her dad for a few weeks now and whenever she did see him it was always a little awkward. He wasn’t really like a dad to her anymore, he was more of an estranged uncle of the family that she talked to.
(Y/n) opened the door to the familiar sight of her dad stood there, his hands stuffed into his trouser pockets and a small but nervous smile on his lips. Bill was always calm and collected even when he should be angry and annoyed but it was something that was oddly calming to (Y/n) in times like these. It was easier when he was calm and at ease than if he were nervous and unsure like (Y/n) usually was.
“Hi dad.”
“Hey sweetheart. Congratulations, I couldn’t believe it when your gran told me.”
Bill leaned forward and wrapped his arms around (Y/n), pulling her into his chest as he stepped over the threshold. It seemed so unreal to him that (Y/n) was going to have a baby and be a mum, to him she was still sixteen, a teenager juggling work and college and relationships. He couldn’t comprehend that he would soon be a grandfather.
But at the same time, Bill didn’t know how it would go for him. He didn’t know how much (Y/n) and Tom would let him be in their child’s life. He might have a second chance here to be a grandfather when he hadn’t been a proper father to (Y/n). Or it might go in the other direction and he wouldn’t see his grandchild very often or be an important figure in their lives.
“Thank you.”
Pulling back, (Y/n) smiled as she felt a weight being lifted from her chest. Her dad was actually happy for her, she knew he wouldn’t be angry but she thought he might have reservations about it. She watched Bill shake Tom’s hand before the couple moved and motioned for him to follow them into the house.
“Sweetheart… I, I told Holly the good news.” Bill scratched the back of his shaved head, his lips twitching up at the corner as he tried to smile, unsure how (Y/n) was going to react.
He had learnt over the years that he couldn’t refer to Holly as ‘mum’ anymore because (Y/n) wouldn’t respond and she wouldn’t talk to him if he did and he understood why. But she was (Y/n)’s mother even if she wasn’t in her life anymore and Bill always kept her up to date on (Y/n). Letting her know she was okay, that she was happy and now he had told her that their daughter was going to be a mother.
(Y/n) nodded her head, trying to smile.
She couldn’t begrudge him telling Holly, he was happy about the news and he would have to tell her at some point, (Y/n) understood that.
“She wants to see you.”
Tom looked between Bill and (Y/n) as his jaw tightened and his expression hardened. What was Bill doing? This was a happy occasion, it was supposed to be a good family day and Holly wasn’t apart of this family anymore. He couldn’t start this conversation because he was intentionally going to ruin the day and upset (Y/n) which wasn’t fair.
“Dad, please don’t-”
Reaching over Tom quickly wrapped his arms around (Y/n)’s middle, pulling her against his chest when she stumbled and grabbed onto the bannister to stop herself from falling. A bolt of worry shot through his stomach and tingled in his chest as he feared what was happening. Had she suddenly had a dizzy spell? Did she feel sick or unwell?
But when Tom turned and looked over at Bill, he could see someone stood a few feet behind him on the driveway.
“Y-you… why would you bring her here?” (Y/n) could feel her throat tightening as tears started to well up in her eyes.
Why would he do this to her?
Why would he bring Holly here when he knew (Y/n)’s mind was made up and he knew that his own parents were here and that they would never let her in either? This wasn’t fair, this was a bullying tactic because he thought by bringing her with him then they couldn’t shut her out and turn her away because she was already here. But it didn’t work like that, she wasn’t supposed to be here and just looking at her was causing (Y/n) distress which she didn’t need right now.
“Sweetheart, she’s desperate to talk to you. You’re going to have a baby-”
“Yes, so she needs to be k-kept away from me! She’ll hurt me.”
“No she won’t, you know she won’t do that.” Bill looked like he was about to cry, the pain on his features was obvious. He knew in his heart Holly would never do that and he would never allow that to happen again. He was here, he would always be here and if (Y/n) would only talk to Holly it would make Holly feel so much better.
“Leave. Take her away I don’t want you here anymore.”
(Y/n) waved her hand at Bill to usher him away, she was serious she didn’t want him here. He had made a mistake by bringing Holly but she wasn’t going to get anywhere near (Y/n), Tom and his family would never allow that so Bill had to go now.
When he tried to reach out for (Y/n) she flung her arms at him, hitting him in the chest before she leaned around him to look at the monster standing outside.
“Fuck off! Go on, go away!”
“Okay baby come on, go inside.” Tom wrapped his arms tighter around (Y/n)’s waist before he spup on his heels, lifting her from the ground for a brief moment so he could move her away from the door. She was only upsetting herself and it would make her sick which they didn’t need right now.
He pressed a chaste kiss to her forehead before he tried to move her in the direction of his mother who was coming out of the kitchen, wondering what all the raised voices was about.
“Bill you need to leave and take her with you.”
“No (Y/n) please-”
“If you even care about (Y/n) you’ll take her away from here right now now leave for her sake.”
Tom pressed his hand into Bill’s chest and gave him a shove until he took the hint and held his hands up, backtracking out the house with a face full of sorrow. He didn’t want this kind of response, it wasn’t what he had been hoping for today. All he wanted was for (Y/n) to be able to have a conversation with Holly, no matter how short.
“What’s going on, Bill- what is that woman doing here?! Bill what have you done?” Laura’s voice shook the house when she caught sight of her son and Holly standing outside. She seemed to be divided before George made his way over to Tom to talk to his son to try and calm down the situation.
“Come on honey, let’s sit down and have a drink.”
Nicki was cautious when she rested her hands on (Y/n)’s shoulders, unsure if she would want or appreciate the touch or not. But when (Y/n) didn’t pull away, Nicki stood a little closer to her before she guided her through to the conservatory at the back of the house so they could be out the way.
This wasn’t supposed to happen today.
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Every muscle jolted and spasmed in his body causing him to briefly push up from the bed like he was about to levitate before he crashed back down against the mattress again. Aftershock tingled through Tom’s body and his muscles pulsed with his erratic heartbeat as he tried to catch his breath, his mind overworking to try and focus on where he was and what was happening.
His chest rose and fell rapidly and he could feel beads of sweat starting to coat his bare skin but just as he seemed to be calming down, he gasped when a scream pierced his eardrums.
Tom reacted quicker than his mind could comprehend, his body pushing up so he was leaning up on his hip before he turned over to his right and leaned over (Y/n). He knew it was her screaming but he didn’t know why or what was going on. He could guess that it wasn’t a burglary because Tom woke up when he heard noises so he would have heard something before now if it was.
As soon as (Y/n)’s eyes opened, Tom could see the fright held within them, it was like she had come face to face with death in her sleep and she was so sure he was going to come and claim her. She didn’t seem to recognise him or realise that it was him hovering over her because he felt her chest quiver beneath him before her arms jolted and pulled up near her face as if to defend herself.
“Baby, baby shh it’s me. It’s me, you’re okay.” Tom swallowed down the lump in his throat but he could feel tears welling in his sorrowful eyes when (Y/n) stared up at him through tears.
When he moved his hand, he let it hover at her side so she could timidly touch the back of his hand and reassure herself that it was him and no one else leaning over her. He was gentle and careful when he smoothed his palm over her cheek, caressing her skin with his thumb as he waited for her to calm down so they could talk. He stayed where he was, not wanting to move and scare her but when Tom started to run his fingers through her hair, (Y/n) shivered and he soon realised it was because he was going near her scar on her temple.
Leaning down, Tom pressed a gentle kiss to the scar before he rested his temple against hers, their eyes locking for a few moments basked in silence.
“What’s going through your head baby?” Tom’s curls started to fall around his face like curtains trying to give them both some privacy but they formed a good distraction for (Y/n).
“M-my mum…” (Y/n) couldn’t find any more words to say but she knew she didn’t need any. Tom wasn’t stupid, he could tell that whatever nightmare she had gone through just now was something that happened between her and her mum which had come back to haunt her.
(Y/n) repeated the words again hoping to elaborate on them but she couldn’t, no more words were coming to mind to even think about explaining what she had dreamt of and remembered. Closing her eyes, (Y/n) raised her hand and hovered the tips of her fingers over her scar on her temple when her words failed her but Tom’s eyes narrowed and a frown pulled at his lips.
“She did that to you?”
Tom couldn’t keep the anger out of his voice as his muscles tensed and his chest pulled inwards like he was getting ready to push his chest out.
What had Holly done to her?
Tom had never known the reasoning behind (Y/n)’s scar on her temple, all he knew was that she had some kind of bad accident that she didn’t want to talk about because it plagued her. He understood that, he thought maybe she’d had a fall or was messing around with friends and ended up bashing her head on something. It never occurred to Tom that Holly could be the reason for (Y/n)’s old injury. But if she was the reason, what had she done to (Y/n) to cause such a damaging mark?
He could feel his stomach shrinking in when the realisation dawned on him that if Holly did do that to (Y/n), then she had inadvertently caused (Y/n)’s health issues.
Tom remembered (Y/n) saying that the accident caused her to have bleeding on her brain which had caused her to develop epilepsy, it was also the source of her frequent headaches and migraines. But to top it off, the bleed had caused problems with (Y/n)’s nerves. Physio had helped but it had lasting effects and sometimes she could lose feeling in her left hand and up her arm.
“What the fuck did she do to you?!” He graced his fingertips over her temple again, wishing he could remove the mark and stop the accident from ever happening.
Shaking her head, (Y/n) leaned up and buried her face in Tom’s neck, pressing against his bare chest to try and get some comfort and feel better. He took the hint that he wasn’t going to get an answer to that question tonight but that was okay, he just had more of a reason to ensure that Holly never came near his girl.
“Baby… what did you mean when you said that Holly would hurt you now your pregnant?”
Tom had to ask, it had been playing on his mind all day. When her dad tried to say that Holly would be happy now (Y/n)’s pregnant, Tom saw the way she became scared and feared that her mum would hurt her because of the baby. He didn’t know if that was just (Y/n) becoming paranoid because of what she had been through or if (Y/n) knew Holly would follow through and very possibly hurt her and the baby.
Turning on his side, Tom laid on his right side so he was facing (Y/n), a smile forming on his worried lips when (Y/n) shuffled close so she was tucked into his chest. Her arms securing around his lower waist and her leg resting between both of his and Tom’s arms around her like a protective blanket.
“Before they had me, they had a baby boy… he died when he was two weeks old. Holly got postpartum psychosis and depression when they had me, dad said she thought I was a replacement baby and she resented me.”
(Y/n) couldn’t bring herself to look up at Tom so she buried her face into his skin and breathed in his scent instead. Her grandma had been the one to tell her about her brother, she told (Y/n) about how he had suddenly died, cot death they called it because there was no explanation as to why he passed. Laura thought Holly had coped amazingly well after losing a baby like that and through her pregnancy with (Y/n) she had been fine right up until she was born.
“Dad came home from work one day and she was hysterical, she was giving me a bath when I was a few weeks old and she tried to drown me. That was the first time she was hospitalised.”
A shiver ran down (Y/n)’s spine at the memory of her grandma telling her this when she was fourteen. (Y/n) always knew Holly had had some mental health problems, whenever she went to hospital or (Y/n) stayed with her grandparents she was told it was because her mum was unwell. But to learn that her own mother had tried to drown her and that if she succeeded, all of this would never have happened, it haunted (Y/n).
“And you think she’d hurt our baby.” Tom stated more than asked because he could already see that was what (Y/n) had been afraid of.
Holly never got to bring up her own child properly because everything got screwed up with (Y/n). If she saw her daughter having a child of her own it would be like seeing the life she didn’t properly get, she would see the life she ruined. (Y/n) didn’t want Holly near their baby in case she did something to try and hurt them.
“That wasn’t her fault, she was ill that time and she had treatment. But she didn’t change, she didn’t bond with me, she just started to hate me. Everything she did to me after that point was all her, she can’t blame any illness for what she did, that’s why Ma won’t talk to her anymore. She chose to hurt me.”
Holly got treatment, her psychosis was treated and she recovered from it and she was treated for her depression but she didn’t try and get a bond with (Y/n). She was happier without her and every time she tried to be a mother, she intentionally screwed it up.
(Y/n) remembered every time she had to go and live with her grandparents, Holly always promised she would get better and everything would be okay but she never did. When (Y/n) went back to her, she became scared, she got hurt and she got depressed herself. Living with her grandparents was the only thing that saved her and cutting her mother from her life was the best thing for (Y/n) to get better and have a proper life.
Holly couldn’t be a part of it.
“I won’t let her hurt you or our baby, I promise.” Tom pressed his lips to the top of (Y/n)’s head as he held her tighter like he was trying to protect her from the memories plaguing her mind.
Summary: Tom and (Y/n) are expecting their first child together and everyone is excited. But (Y/n) fears she won’t be a good mother when her own mum put her through Hell and back and the past won’t leave her alone.
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“Great-grandma, oh I can’t believe it. Oh that makes me sound so old.”
A fond smile formed on Tom’s lips causing his eyes to crease as he tried not to laugh, he didn’t want to come across as being rude. But the way Laura worded it and how she pursed her lips and pushed back on the sofa showed that the name didn’t sit extremely well with her.
She was still a good-looking lady, she didn’t look her age at all but Tom knew being called a great-grandma would make her feel her age just like his own mother knew grandma would make her feel old even if she wasn’t.
“We’ll tell them to call me grandma, you’re more of a daughter to me anyway, aren’t you?”
A fondness blossomed on (Y/n)’s lips when her grandma leaned their foreheads together in a way she used to do when (Y/n) was a little girl. It was true though, Laura had raised her two sons but when (Y/n) was born she became the daughter Laura never had. With everything that had happened Laura had had to bring (Y/n) up and they had a mother-daughter bond despite being a generation apart.
(Y/n) and Tom’s baby would be her grandchild instead.
“Could you put this on the mantle piece for me please?” Laura held out the scan photo to Tom who smiled brightly, taking the picture from her and getting to his feet.
It had been a bit of a surprise to Tom the first time he had come to Laura’s house. For some reason, he had expected her to be the same and have the same house and accessories as his grandparents. He was expecting a mid-terraced house in a quiet area, a small drive and some flowers in pots in the back garden.
Tom hadn’t been expecting a grand house such as this in a small quiet area that was quiet with only a few other large houses down the street. The large drive could fit up to five cars in, there was ivory climbing up the top of the white house and a plot of roses growing beneath the bay window.
The back garden was the size of two swimming pools and had flowers everywhere with an old stone path leading to the old wooden swing at the back. The house itself had five rooms upstairs, two en-suites and a big bathroom, a set of stairs leading up to the attic which was more of a storage room and there were three main rooms downstairs and a dining room next to the kitchen.
Tom wasn’t from a low income family but before his career they didn’t have this kind of money. They were privileged but this house was grand in his opinion. To believe that (Y/n) grew up here was strange, especially considering from Tom’s childhood, he had three brothers to play with and friends from school. From what (Y/n) had told him, she was an anxious child who didn’t have many friends and she had no siblings to play with here. She had this big house to inspire her imagination and be the base of her games.
“Are you excited Tom?”
“I’m buzzing, I can’t wait and I’ve had all the practice with my brothers.” Tom had helped babysit and look after his younger brothers and that was his lead up to being a father. He was counting down the months until he could finally hold his baby and the real excitement would begin.
“It will be nice to have some youth back in this house again. Your grandad’s already been looking up in the attic to see what we have in there that you might want. I told him it’s far too early but it gets him out my way for a while.”
Laura waved her hand behind her as she rolled her eyes and shook her head. As much as she loved her husband, both Tom and (Y/n) knew she was a dominating lady and he could get on her nerves quite a lot. George was laid back, he was always in his own world doing his own thing and it was easier when he was pottering around the garden or rummaging in the attic. It kept him busy and stopped Laura from tripping over him or arguing with him over something.
After their boys moved out, it didn’t take long before (Y/n) was born and coming round to visit, then she was staying with them on and off until she eventually lived with them. And she had only moved out two years and now another generation would soon be filling the house again. It never stayed empty or quiet for long.
“Oh I’m so excited for you!”
Reaching over, Laura cupped (Y/n)’s face in her hands, brushing her thumbs over her cheeks as she grinned like the Cheshire cat. Their eyes locked for a few seconds before she moved her left hand and gently brushed (Y/n)’s hair behind her ear.
“Ma, no.” (Y/n) held her breath in her lungs as she quickly moved her hair back to cover the side of her forehead again.
“Honey it’s just a little mark-”
“And I don’t wanna se it, Ma.” (Y/n) tangled her fingers through her hair, keeping the strands where they had been for the past few years now.
(Y/n) couldn’t stand those few strands of hair moving behind her ear because she didn’t want to catch sight of the mark on her temple. The round, small dent in her head that had a discoloured scar rattling through it. Her hair was grown in this style to specifically cover that mark so no one saw it and (Y/n) didn’t have to bear the sight of it and recall why it was there.
“What about your dad, are you telling him or do you want me to when I see him next?”
Laura’s swift change of topic made Tom sigh in relief as he shuffled a bit closer to (Y/n) on the sofa when he sat back down. Wrapping his arm around her waist so he could gently lean her back into his chest. He knew it was a sensitive topic to talk about her scar and he also knew that despite how close she was to her grandma, no one would be able to talk about it with her.
The first time Tom had brought it up (Y/n) had closed off and all he knew to date was that she’d had an accident which sent her to hospital and caused her health issues he knew she had. He didn’t want to probe or pry any more than that because it hurt (Y/n) a lot to think about, let alone talk about.
“I, I don’t know, when will you see him?”
“George, is Bill coming by at the weekend?”
Tom shuddered against (Y/n) with how loud Laura just shouted but he knew with how vast the house was, even talking to someone who was in the kitchen meant having to shout.
Within seconds, (Y/n)’s grandad was walking through into the living room, a tea towel in hand drying his hands and his glasses almost falling from the bridge of his nose. He had a smile on his lips and he nodded his head at the young couple before he looked over to his wife.
“Yes dear, they’re both coming on Sunday I think.”
“Y-you’re letting her come here?”
The sudden fear in (Y/n)’s voice made Tom’s arm tighten around her waist and he leaned to press a kiss to her cheek. He knew they were talking about (Y/n)’s mother, there was no one else who had such a bad effect on (Y/n) nor anyone who made Laura’s lips curl in such distaste like that.
A feeling of relief started to bubble through (Y/n)’s chest when her grandma reached over and took her hand, a calming look on her face.
“No honey she’s not coming in, only your dad can still come here. You know I won’t entertain that woman.”
The way she said the word woman was like it was venom she was spitting off her tongue. If Laura could have it her own way, her son wouldn’t have anything more to do with (Y/n)’s mother, he would have rid of her like the rest of them. But they were his parents and they had to abide by whatever he chose to do with his life. That didn’t mean to say that Laura would let Holly into her house though.
After what (Y/n) had gone through in her childhood, Laura was determined to do everything she could to make things better for her. And for that reason, she would not let Holly into her house, whether (Y/n) was there or not.
“Laura, you know what he’ll say-”
“And you know my thoughts on that vile woman, she does not step foot in this house and if she tries then Bill is no longer welcome George. He is my son but his choice is one I don’t have to live with.”
Laura spoke briskly before she got to her feet, shaking her head at her husband before she bypassed him and made her way to the kitchen.
She didn’t want to be a cruel woman or mother but there were lines that she just could not cross. To protect (Y/n), she had taken her in and was her legal guardian, she was her mother in every aspect and would do everything right by (Y/n). Bill was her son and Laura never wanted to cut him from her life because he was her flesh and blood but when he chose to still make his marriage to Holly work, he chose her instead of his own daughter. He chose to put (Y/n) second and Laura could not have that.
Laura wouldn’t have Holly in her house, she wouldn’t speak to her or spare her one look. She was cut off from them all but Bill wasn’t, but if he tried to push Holly back into their family they would cut Bill out because (Y/n) couldn’t have any contact with her mother anymore. (Y/n) had chosen to be apart from her and Bill understood that so he couldn’t try and get Holly back into any of their lives.
No one would accept her.
(Y/n)’s eyes found her grandad’s and the soft look in them made her feel calm before she looked at Tom, it was probably time for them to leave.
“You know my views on her, (Y/n), and you are always put first here but we can’t decide what your dad does or who he’s with. We have to accept it.” George held (Y/n)’s elbow in a comforting grip, making sure she knew he wasn’t trying to upset her.
He had spoken his mind the moment (Y/n) came to live with them. He had lost his temper for the first time and he had told Holly she was not part of their family and she was not to be in touch with (Y/n) or he would do something very rash. But Bill was his son and they couldn’t stop him from making his own choices. George didn’t want to lose a son so he would accept Bill’s decision.
“I know.”
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“I bet your gran was excited, wasn’t she?” Nicki took a sip of her coffee as she leaned back against the dark grey cushions on the chair. Her eyes watched the way (Y/n) smiled and nodded but her smile didn’t reach her rather nervous eyes and she wouldn’t look up from the cup of hot chocolate she had been nursing for the last ten minutes.
It had been a bit of a shock and somewhat of a heartache to Nicki when Tom explained to her and Henry that they couldn’t mention anything about (Y/n)’s parents when he and her first got together. Tom had given them specific instructions, telling them that (Y/n) was raised by her grandparents and had no relationship with her mother and limited contact with her dad. He explicitly told his parents that they couldn’t say anything about her parents her grandparents were her carers.
Nicki couldn’t imagine what it was like to be raised by her grandparents instead, nor could she imagine what it would be like for her boys if they weren’t raised by her or Henry.
She was desperate for (Y/n) to be comfortable around her and see her as a motherly figure she could talk to and confide in, but things weren’t that easy.
It was clear to Nicki that there had been some form of abuse between (Y/n) and her mother, whether it was physical or mental, she couldn’t be sure. But the way (Y/n) was so uneasy around Nicki, how she didn’t want to be alone with her and how she couldn’t strike up a conversation on her own showed her discomfort and displayed some kind of trauma.
Nicki was used to being a motherly figure to all of her boys friends, she wasn’t used to having to work up a relationship with someone like this. But she would do all she could to make (Y/n) comfortable around her and in her home because she was family now, especially since she was now having Nicki and Henry’s grandchild.
(Y/n) finally dared to lift her eyes from her cup so she could look around the conservatory she was sat in with Nicki. When Tom had gone to the toilet and to make a drink, he had given (Y/n) a look to ensure she would be okay without him.
(Y/n) had told Tom from the beginning that she couldn’t be left alone with Nicki and it was nothing against her or Tom, it was because of her past and he knew that. But he was so thrilled that (Y/n) was finally becoming more at ease around his mum, Tom was desperate for them to get along.
“I… um, c-can I ask you something?” (Y/n) couldn’t hold eye contact with Nicki for more than a few seconds but she was content looking out the window behind her so she was still looking near her.
“Of course you can darling, what’s on your mind?”
“What was it like when you had Tom… I mean, d-did you feel a connection straight away?”
Leaning forward, (Y/n) gently set down her cup on the glass coffee table in front of her that separated her and Nicki. There was no point holding the cup any longer when she had no intentions of drinking from it yet. It also meant that she could fiddle with the rings on her fingers to try and calm down her anxiety. She needed to talk to someone about this and she didn’t feel comfortable talking to her grandma about it.
“When… when you have your baby in your arms, it’s something amazing, knowing you’ve created that life. You’ll get motherly instincts straight away, but I think you build the connection over the first few weeks, getting used to routines and caring for the baby.”
Nicki could never describe what it felt like when she had each of her boys, to feel them in her arms was an amazing, euphoric feeling she always wished to feel. And there was an instant feeling of love for her, but a connection came later. It came after sleepless nights, frets about fevers or sickness and if you’re rubbing the babies skin too hard when washing them. After all the panic and the routines, the connection appeared over night.
“I’m scared that I won’t have that connection… my mother never had that with me.”
“Some women don’t, but it depends on circumstances, if you get depression after the birth or things are draining or worrying for you. It doesn’t mean anything if you think you don’t have that connection right away and there are people to help with that. I think you’ll be fine honey.”
“I don’t want to be like her… she had postnatal depression and that means I might be prone to it too. I don’t want to hurt my baby-”
(Y/n) cut herself off by rubbing her hand over her mouth and nose to try and calm herself down. There was no need for her to panic right now, she was only twelve weeks along. There was six months left to get everything prepared and worry before the baby came. But from the moment she knew she was pregnant these thoughts had plagued her constantly.
(Y/n) knew that since her mother had postnatal depression it meant she might be more likely to develop it. Even without her mother having it she could get it but this made her chances higher. She didn’t want that, she didn’t want to be depressed or feel so low like her mother had that she might put her baby in danger or just not love or care for them at all.
“Hey, I’ve had the baby blues after I had Paddy but it doesn’t last forever and the doctors and midwives are there to help. You’re not alone here and it’s a low risk that you’ll get that because your mum may have had it.”
(Y/n) slowly began to rock back and forth on the sofa as she counted her breaths to calm herself down. She knew what Nicki was saying was right and rung true in her ears but she couldn’t help but panic.
“My mum didn’t want me, she always made that clear. She wasn’t like you.” “Do you want this baby?”
For a split second, dread surged through Nicki’s stomach when (Y/n) continued to rock and she didn’t look up at her. What if (Y/n) was worrying this much because she didn’t want this baby or didn’t feel ready for this? Nicki knew this was what Tom wanted but if it was going to impact on (Y/n)’s mental health and she didn’t want this then it couldn’t continue.
“I want my baby, I just don’t want to be bad, I don’t know how to be a mother.”
Nicki’s relief was evident on her features just as Tom came back around the corner. When he locked eyes with his mother, the nervousness in his brown orbs and the way his breathing was deep and tense showed he had heard more of that conversation than he was supposed to.
“We’ll all just have to help you then, won’t we?” Nicki smiled encouragingly with a nod of her head before she got to her feet, taking her empty cup to the kitchen to give the couple some time. She knew this conversation was now postponed for another time but she was relieved (Y/n)had said something. She would hate to think of (Y/n) bottling all of these thoughts and feelings up, debating them on her own.
“Baby, what happened between your gran and grandad earlier? Why do they have a problem with your dad?”
Tom had to ask. Even when (Y/n) tiredly slumped against his chest and wound her arms around his middle to get comfy against him, he just had to ask. He never probed too much into (Y/n)’s past or about her parents but it was different now. They were having a baby together and that was going to stir things up for all of (Y/n)’s family, Tom just wanted to be prepared and know a bit of what had happened.
“My mum went to the hospital for treatment and the court said she wasn’t allowed to look after me or come into contact with me until she was deemed fit by the doctor. Dad had the choice of looking after me or looking after mum, he chose mum and gran became my legal guardian. She told him if he stayed with her then I stayed with gran.”
(Y/n)’s eyes were closed as she buried her face in Tom’s chest, breathing in his scent as she rubbed her cheek against his soft white shirt, already feeling her mind beginning to succumb to sleep.
Tom’s arms around her were like a comforting blanket she never wanted to leave. He kissed the top of her head repeatedly, leaning further back into the sofa and spreading his legs so he could gently move (Y/n) in between them. Giving her better opportunity to lean into him and have a much needed embrace. He knew comfort was what she needed and wanted right now.
“I never understood until I met you.”
“Understood what, baby?”
“Why my dad chose her over me. Staying with gran was what I needed and we all knew dad hated mum for what she did to me, but he couldn’t stop himself from loving her. He took care of her, he loved her despite what happened. I don’t think I could ever stop loving you, like he can’t stop loving her.”
(Y/n) knew when she was older that her mum had been in hospital for mental health reasons and that everything she put (Y/n) through wasn’t all her fault, some of it was due to her illness. But it never explained or pardoned what she had done to (Y/n). But she never knew why her dad would stand by her after all she had done to them all.
Her grandparents didn’t want anything to do with Holly but her dad did, and now she knew why.
He was incapable of ignoring his love for her in the same way that (Y/n) couldn’t stop herself from loving Tom.
You sat on the floor of your ensuite bathroom next to Natasha and Wanda who were on either side of you, holding your hands as you waited for five treacherous minutes to find out if you were pregnant.
You had missed your period twice already but it wasn’t uncommon for it to skip around due to your abilities and the experiments. But Bruce had made a pill that would stop that from happening.
It had only been two minutes and you were already freaking out, Wanda must’ve sensed that as she lightly squeezed your hand. You leaned your head against Natasha’s shoulder with tears in your eyes.
She looked down at you in concern, “ Hey now, What’s with the tears? We haven’t even found out if there’s a Little Rogers in there or not.”
You nodded your head as the tears fell down, “ I know but it’s just hard. We’ve been trying for the last year and each time it came back negative it was a stabbing pain in my chest. Each time the look on Steve’s face would become more heartbroken. It hurt knowing that I might not be able to give Steve a family.”
“ Hey it’s alright, Y/n, ” Wanda said as she squeezed your hand, “ You can always do other things if you can’t physically have the child.”
You nodded and wiped your eyes with your sleeves, “ Your right, it’s not the end of the world-”
The timer went off making the three of you jump and your eyes go wide.
“ I can’t look at it, Natasha you check!” You said nervously.
Natasha rolled her eyes at you, “ No, all three of us are going to get up and look at it together even though your darling husband should be here with you.”
You let out a laugh and nodded your head,“ Alright. We’ll do it together.”
The three of you stood up slowly and Wanda grabbed the test with her scarlet energy as you all moved to your bedroom.
The three of you sat on your side of the bed facing the window out on the skyline that showed the snowy March city.
“ Alright, we’re going to do this very slowly, okay?”
You nodded at Natasha and turned to Wanda, “ Alright Wanda flip it over.”
Before Wanda could flip it over Peter walked into the room, “ Hey Y/n I was wondering if we could- Oh sorry! I’ll leave.”
You shook your head at your younger brother and motioned for him to come in, “ Come on it but shut the door.”
“ Are you sure? I mean, I’d love to but- Are you sure?” Peter stuttered looking at the three of you.
He knew how big of a deal this was for you and Steve. And how you could get if it didn’t come back positive.
The first time it happened you thought for sure you were pregnant, you had all the symptoms and everything, until the test came back Negative, you had locked yourself in your room for a few days. That was until Steve finally convinced you to come out, and even then you were still shut off.
“ Of course Pete, come here so I can stop panicking about this, ” You said with a smile as he walked over and sat in front of you.
With a sigh, you nodded at Wanda, “ Alright, let us continue.”
Wanda nodded and slowly flipped the test over to where you could see it, and as it hit the light you let out a scream.
There on the small pregnancy test screen sat two bold pink lines.
Wanda let out a squeal of delight and Natasha let out a relieved laugh with a smile, while Peter sat frozen in the chair as you cried clutching the test in your hand.
“ I’m going to be an Uncle?” He asked shakily.
You looked at your brother with a happy smile and nodded your head tears still running down your face, “You’re going to be an Uncle.”
A smile broke out across Peter’s face and he jumped out of the chair tackling you into a hug.
“ I’m going to be an Uncle! Y/n! You’re going to be a Mother!” He said excitedly making the girls and you laugh.
“ Yes, Peter you’re going to be an Uncle, ” You said wiping your tears as the girls joined in on the hug.
“ Y/n you know what this means?” Natasha asked as the three pulled away from you.
“ That this child is going to be spoiled and so lucky to have this circus as a family?” You replied causing her to laugh and shake her head.
“ Yes and No. It means you and Steve are going to finally have the family you both deserve. I don’t know anyone else who deserves this more than you two do.”
“ Awe Nat you’re going make me cry again, and I really don’t want to cry again.”
The four of you sat there laughing for a few seconds before Wanda smiled at you.
“ You know… You still have to tell Steve and I think I have the perfect idea on how too.”
You let out a gasp of excitement, “ He’s going to be so excited!”
“ The whole team is going to be excited Y/n, ” Peter said as you let out a happy noise making them all look at you weirdly.
“ Shh, it’s my happy noise leave me alone, ” You said with a wide grin as they shook there heads.
“ Your kid is going to be so weird,” Natasha said as Peter and Wanda nodded in agreement.
“ No, they’ll be as unique as I am and as trouble making as Steve, ” You said letting out a laugh.
“ No doubt about that, ” Natasha said shaking her head.
“ So Wanda, ” You said turning towards the brunette, “ What was your idea?”
She gave you a smile before she began to tell the three of you her idea and once she had finally finished you all agreed it was perfect.
Part 1:You and Javi have been friends for years. When he comes back from Colombia in disgrace, you are more than happy to offer him the comfort he needs…and fall into bed with him. You’ve loved him most of your life, so you could never turn him away. Your actions have unintended consequences.
“JAMIE!” Winnifred sniffles as her son and his lawyers walk inside the interrogation room. “You came to my aid. I knew it.” She smiles widely as Andy, Mike and Bucky sit on the chairs the cops prepared for them. “My boy came.”
“Mrs. Barnes,” Andy clears his throat to pull Winnifred’s attention toward him and his partner, not her son. “I must ask you to not directly talk to my client. He came here against my advice. So, let’s come to the point where I tell you why we came here.”
“JAMIE!” Winnifred sniffles as her son and his lawyers walk inside the interrogation room. “You came to my aid. I knew it.” She smiles widely as Andy, Mike and Bucky sit on the chairs the cops prepared for them. “My boy came.”
“Mrs. Barnes,” Andy clears his throat to pull Winnifred’s attention toward him and his partner, not her son. “I must ask you to not directly talk to my client. He came here against my advice. So, let’s come to the point where I tell you why we came here.”
“I know you came to see me,” she cries, reaching out for Bucky’s hand but he slaps her hand away, shaking his head. “Jamie?”
“Never call me like that again,” Bucky narrows his eyes. He clenches his jaw while he fights his instinct to jump over the table and strangle his mother. “From this moment on,” he shakes his head, intensely looking at his mother for a moment,” no, from the moment on you started to hurt Y/N, I’m not your son any longer. Dad will file for divorce and Rebecca even refuses to come here to say goodbye.”
“Mr. Barnes,” Mike places his hand on Bucky’s shoulder to keep his client from doing anything stupid. “We’ve got this. Let us do the rest.”
“Winnifred Barnes, we are here to deliver the divorce papers and inform you that from now on, you are officially forbidden to contact your husband George Barnes, and your children Ms. Rebecca Barnes and Mr. James Buchanan Barnes,” Andy explains to Winnifred.
“Your son, Mr. Barnes, and his fiancé Ms. Y/N Y/L/N will also appear in your trial as co-plaintiffs,” Mike continues. “Mr. Barnes, we’ve got the rest. You should leave now and take care of your lovely fiancé. She will be a beautiful bride.”
“Jamie, no!” Winnifred loses her shit. She jumps up and calls for her son as Bucky gets up from his chair, turns around, and walks toward the door. He doesn’t look back, nor does he regret never seeing his mother again.
“You brought this upon yourself. Dad loved you unconditionally and we did too. If only you could’ve accepted that I love Y/N. She’s a good person, her parents too. I’m sorry you forgot all about us for some boy who died years ago…” Bucky leaves his mother with his lawyers, inhaling sharply the moment the door closes behind him.
“Baby, are you okay,” you hurriedly make your way toward Bucky to wrap him in a hug. “I’m so sorry you had to come here.”
“She—” Bucky’s voice cracks, and for the first time you see your usually strong and confident fiancé break down in your arms. He cries, sniffling as he remembers the moment the Detectives came to your home to tell you what Winnifred had planned for you and his child. “She wanted to kill you and my baby, Y/N. I’ll never be okay.”
“Buck,” holding him as tight as possible you run your hand up and down his back. “I’m here and safe. No one hurt me. It was not a hitman but a cop she tried to hire to kill me. Baby, this is not your fault.”
“It’s my fucking fault for not seeing how awful she was all this time. The moment she didn’t let you sit next to me, I should’ve left with you,” he presses soft kisses to your neck. “I hate her so much for ruining all the good memories I had of her. How could she do such a thing? How?”
“Maybe she needs medical help? She should see a psychologist. We could—”
“No,” Bucky grunts. “I will not help her, doll. The Detectives told me she’s not suffering from mental incapacity. She’s not mentally ill, Y/N. My mother is simply evil.” He’s kissing your temple. “We will not waste another moment on her.”
Whenever you saw yourself getting married you imagined the preparations and your special day would be full of joy, laughter, and love. You never thought there would be a shadow ruining your special day.
Just like now. Natasha, Celia, Rebecca, Wanda, your mother, and you are at the bridal store to find the perfect dress and all you can think about is your fiancé and the sadness in his eyes as his father showed him the signed divorced papers Andy delivered this morning.
Without batting an eyelash Winnifred gave up on her husband and family. From the moment Bucky left the interrogation room, she didn’t talk to anyone.
“I don’t know if we should marry right now,” you sigh deeply. Everyone else is looking at you in adoration as you are wearing the wedding gown of your dreams.
You chose a maternity wedding dress made of flowing silk with a heart-shaped neckline and lace sleeves and back. The lace hugs your shoulders and accentuates the décolleté. It has a long, airy silk skirt that flows gently over your still growing baby bump.
“You look beautiful,” Celia chirps. She says, giving you an encouraging smile as she looks you up and down. “What do you think, Y/N?”
“I don’t…it’s beautiful,” you look at the mirror again, smiling as this is the dress you always dreamed of. You just know it. “This is my dress. It’s just…I’m worried about Bucky. After everything happening it feels wrong that I’m happy. ”
“Bucky is home with dad and the lawyers, Y/N,” Rebeccas jumps up from her seat to grasp for your hands. “He sent me to make sure you are happy today. Don’t worry about my brother. Bucky loves you and wants his girl to have the best day of her life.”
“The best day of my life was the day I met Bucky,” Natasha groans behind your back, but everyone else sighs dreamily. “He makes me so happy.”
“You make my brother happy too. I swear, he never was happier. Now look in the mirror and tell us about the dress again,” you nod.
“This is my dress. I want to walk down the aisle wearing this dress and blow Bucky’s mind,” everyone chuckles at your words. “Now, let’s get this girl a dress, shoes, and everything else…”
“Did you get a dress? Did you have fun? Have you already eaten?” Bucky looks you all over. He sighs as you silently nod. Of course, he already knows you are alright. He made sure that Ari followed your every step today. “Do you need anything?”
“Buck, I’m fine,” you cradle his face with your hands. “Take a deep breath. No one tried to hurt me today. I was with the girls and my mom. And I’m pretty sure our shadow made sure no one got too close to me.”
“Oh—ahem…yeah,” smirking you watch Bucky grovel in front of you. “I hired Ari as your bodyguard. I want to know that you are safe every time I cannot be around. You like him, right?”
“He’s a cool guy,” you shrug as your fiancé’s face darkens. “Not as cool and sexy as you are, Bucky.”
“I hope so,” he huffs, making a face when you tell him that Ari is a good-looking man. “Don’t say things like that. I can’t get jealous right now or I’ll lay claim on you right here, in the middle of the still empty living room.”
“Babe, the furniture will come tomorrow,” pecking his lips you moan as he eagerly shoves his tongue in your mouth. “Bucky, don’t make me weak. We still need to check on so many things. The wedding is in not a month.”
“The dress, is it white, doll?” His eyes drop to your middle and he smirks, knowing you can be a dirty girl too. “I bet it’s white only to drive me crazy. I’ll rip it down your sexy body and make you mine all over again.”
“Buck, I was yours the moment I met you for the very first time,” you kiss him slow and sensual this time. “Only yours, baby. Always and forever.”
“I knew I enchanted you with my good looks,” rolling your eyes you push against his chest. “How about I order food for my best girl, and we spend the first night at our new house in our bedroom?”
“At least we already have the bed,” you grin. “Your girl is tired, hungry, and in need of cuddles.”
“Cuddling, you say…” He holds out his hand to guide you upstairs. “Do you want me to carry you upstairs, doll?” Bucky says lowly. “I can carry you upstairs…”
“Can we talk about your mother?” you carefully approach the sensitive topic. Bucky tried to avoid talking about Winnifred for the better part of three weeks now. “I know this is hard, but we should talk about what will happen now.”
“She will end up in jail,” he gruffly replies. Bucky wraps his arms around you a little tighter to kiss your neck. You’re currently tangled in each other, cuddling on your brand-new bed in your new bedroom at the house he bought for the family you will have. “Andy and Mike will keep us up-to-date.”
“The Detective called a few days ago. It’s not over,” your fiancé sighs against you. “The attorney lawyer will contact us soon enough. I’m afraid to face her in the courtroom, though. What if the jury doesn’t believe us?”
“Then we will make sure they believe us. She won’t get another chance to hurt you or my child,” he sniffles now. “I—can’t believe she wanted to kill my baby and you. How could she? She’s a mother too.”
“Her hatred for me clouded her mind. She couldn’t hurt my mom, so Winnifred tried to get back at her by hurting me. I think your mother truly believes she would’ve done you a favor by getting rid of me,” Bucky shudders at the thought. “I’m here, Buck.”
“I know, doll,” he says. Still, Bucky holds you a little tighter. He clings to you while fighting the tears threatening to fall. “You’re here with me.”
“Do you think we can get happy after everything that happened? I mean, your mother can’t be at your wedding and there is still the court hearing.”
“We will marry and raise our child together. My mother is dead to me, Y/N. I don’t care if she’s at my wedding because I don’t want her anywhere near you, me or my baby. Nothing and no one is going to stop us from spending the rest of our lives together.”
“You are going to sell the house?” watching George look over the contracts in front of him again you sigh. “George, it’s your home.”
“It’s the home I bought and shared with my family. Now it’s only a building, cold and useless. There is no warmth and love inside these walls anymore. I’m going to buy a new house close to you and Bucky.”
“They are selling a house down the street. Rebecca and you could have a look at it tomorrow afternoon,” Bucky suggests. “It would be great having you and Becca around. Y/N’s parents have a townhouse not far away.”
You smile as you watch Bucky talk to his father. Both men lost so much over the last months. George his wife, house, and the life he used to know, and your beloved Bucky lost his mother, and every good memory of his life with her got tainted by Winnifred.
“What do you say, Y/N? Do we want to have them around?” Bucky laughs as you sit on his thigh to glance at the papers on the table. “Doll? Do you want your father-in-law and sister-in-law to move in next to us?”
“Baby, they are not in-laws anymore,” you tut. “George and Becca belong to my family now too. We are not related by blood but formed a strong bond due to Winnifred’s actions. In a way, she helped us get closer…”
“James Buchanan Barnes, stop tickling your pregnant fiancé,” Bucky doesn’t give in. He runs his fingertips up and down your sides, snickering as you fight his fingers. You push against his naked chest while fighting to not slip in the showers. “Buck, that’s dangerous.”
“Aw, look at you,” his eyes drop to your swollen belly. “You are showing, doll. Soon everyone will know you are having my baby.” He stops tickling you to bring you into his arms. His hands soothingly run up and down your back and his lips press against your temple. “You’re so beautiful inside and outside.”
“James Buchanan Barnes, stop tickling your pregnant fiancé,” Bucky doesn’t give in. He runs his fingertips up and down your sides, snickering as you fight his fingers. You push against his naked chest while fighting to not slip in the showers. “Buck, that’s dangerous.”
“Aw, look at you,” his eyes drop to your swollen belly. “You are showing, doll. Soon everyone will know you are having my baby.” He stops tickling you to bring you into his arms. His hands soothingly run up and down your back and his lips press against your temple. “You’re so beautiful inside and outside.”
“You’re a cheesy man, Mr. Barnes,” he laughs at your words. “But I kinda like you. Maybe you can stick around.”
“I kind of like you too, Y/N. I hope you’ll stick around for a while,” Bucky lovingly looks at you as you place your hands on his chest. “For the rest of my life, to be precise. You and I, till the end of the line.”
“I hope so too,” you stand on tiptoes to wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him softly. “How about we this lead somewhere more…private…”
“Holy fuck! The dry spell is broken!” giggling you try to escape Bucky’s hands and lips. He grasps you, ready to devour you right here, in the showers. “I’m gonna devour you, sexy lady…”
“Mr. Levinson, stop beating around the bush. I’m a grown woman, and you don’t have to shelter me. You said that you know the reason for Winnifred Barnes’ behavior, so tell me what we can do to make her stop,” your mother says in an exasperated tone. She’s just done with Winnifred Barnes and the games she plays.
“Did you know Winnifred Barnes and you went to school together?” Ari looks up from the manila folder in his hands. “It was a hard piece of work to connect the dots. You moved miles away, she did too. What a coincidence your children found each other.”
“We went to school together?” your mother furrows her brows. “I was a little shy back then, just like my daughter. I stayed mostly to myself and had only a few friends. I don’t remember a girl named Winnifred.” She truthfully says. “Honestly, I don’t think anyone remembers my name.”
“She does,” the private investigator place an old police report and picture of a car wreck onto his desk. “Maybe back then people called her Freddie or Winnie,” Ari explains. “Do you remember her now?”
“Freddie,” shaking her head your mother frowns deeply. “That name doesn’t ring a bell. I don’t remember much from my time at school. I wanted to stay invisible most of the time until I met George.”
“Mrs. Y/L/N, did you get into an accident on the night of your prom,” something flashes up in your mother’s eyes. “I need you to tell me the truth now.”
“I-“ she shakes her head, sniffling. Suddenly memories she forgot about long ago hit her out of nowhere. “I went to prom with a boy I thought likes me. His name was Michael, and every girl was jealous to see me attend the prom with him. It’s just…he…”
“It’s okay. Everything you tell me will stay within these walls, Mrs. Y/L/N,” Ari softly says. He can see your mother struggles with her feelings and doesn’t want to be too pushy. “If you want to help your daughter, tell me what happened that night.”
“Michael tried to get into my pants,” she hastily says. “Or rather, he tried to force himself on me. But…” exhaling sharply she looks at Ari.
“But?” he asks.
“There was this nice guy,” she says. “His name was Jimmy…I mean everyone called him Jimmy, but his name was actually James.” Now her head snaps toward the pictures. She gasps, as her heart starts racing. “He almost ripped the door to Michael’s car open and dragged him off me.”
“He saved you that night?” your mother nods. She gives Ari a soft smile, as she remembers her savior. “What else happened?”
“He beat the shit out of Michael, that’s what happened,” Ari chuckles as your mother tells him how James punched and kicked Michael until he was a sobbing mess. “After Michael peed his pants, Jimmy helped me out of the car and offered me a ride. He wanted me to go to the police and tell them what happened but, they would’ve only arrested Jimmy for hitting that bastard.”
“So, you drove away with Jimmy?”
“Yes,” her eyes fill with tears now. Your mother takes a deep breath as he hands clutch her knees. “I haven’t thought about that night in ages, Mr. Levinson. It’s a shame I didn’t remember Jimmy at first. He saved me and all I did was forget about him.”
“Mrs. Y/L/N, you were barely sixteen. I can tell, no one thinks about their teens a lot. I don’t,” Ari gives your mother a soft smile. “Please continue.”
“We barely made it a few miles until a thunderstorm approached. Jimmy drove a little too fast. He wanted to go to the cops. I tried to not think about the statement they would want from me, and then…there was this car,” she cries now. “Jimmy tried to change course, but it was too late. The other car rammed us and…”
Your mother’s voice cracks, and she can’t continue her story. “He was flung from the car and died immediately,” Ari recites the police report.
“Unfortunately, yes,” your mother wipes her eyes. “The other driver was drunk and got killed too. I needed months to recover and, when it was time for me to return to school, my parents decided we will leave town.”
“Why?”
“People believed Jimmy and I got drunk and left the prom to make out,” she bemoans. “I should’ve said something, but it wasn’t my place to tell people the truth. I told his parents what happened and thanked them for raising a good young man. They are the only ones knowing the truth beside my parents.”
“I see,” looking at Ari your mother frowns deeply. “Take your time.”
“I just still don’t understand what my past has to do with Winnifred Barnes’ hatred toward my daughter. That was a lifetime ago,” she says. “Can you now tell me what you found out?”
“Jimmy or James was Winnifred C. Barnes’ first love,” now your mother’s face falls. She slumps back in her chair, shaking her head. “She named her firstborn after him.”
“Bucky…of course,” she exclaims loudly. “James Buchanan Barnes. Y/N told me that his mother sometimes calls him Jamie or Jimmy. Bucky hates it, though. I just don’t get it. It was an accident…”
“I know that. The cops know that. Even his parents know that Y/M/N,” Ari gets up from his chair. He walks toward your mother to hand her another manila folder. “A friend of mine dug a little deeper. The moment Y/N stepped into Bucky’s life; his mother did a background check. She always does that with the new girl in her son’s life. The only difference is, this time she found out that—”
“I was the one in Jimmy’s car,” shaking her head your mother looks at the folder in her hands. “What else did she do?”
“Winnifred knows every little bit about your daughter’s life. She didn’t aim for you but Y/N,” Ari sits on his desk. “She wanted to hit you where it hurts the most. Of course, she tried to make your daughter’s life living hell.”
“I will kill that fucking bitch,” your father finally speaks up. He balls his hands into fists and spits the words out. “What is wrong with that woman? The boy died so many years ago. It wasn’t my wife’s fault. It was an accident. The other driver was drunk and rammed the car.”
“He was the one that got away,” your mother says, looking at the folder in her hands. “She never got over Jimmy, honey. I don’t say that I would’ve done the same, but I understand her. You were my first love, and I would kill anyone hurting you.”
“Darling, she wanted to ruin our daughter’s life,” exhaling deeply your father looks at the folder in your mother’s hands. “What now, Mr. Levinson. Shall we let that woman get away with all she has done to Y/N?”
“We should find a way to make her stop,” looking at Ari your mother swallows thickly. “I will talk to that woman and tell her what happened that night. She can ask Jimmy’s parents and his brother for confirmation.”
“What if she doesn’t want to listen to you, darling?”
“Well, in that case,” your mother chuckles darkly, “I will bury that bitch. She will never get back up after I send her flying to the ground…”
“Bucky, what is it?” you giggle as Bucky wrapped his tie around your head to make sure you cannot see his surprise. “Baby, I want to know what you are hiding from me.”
“It’s a surprise, be patient,” he opens the door for you, smirking as you impatiently stand in front of the room, shifting from one foot to the other. “You’ll love it.” He pecks your neck before guiding you inside the room. “Voilà.”
He takes off the tie to let you have a look around the nursery he and Steve renovated in secret.
You slowly step inside the room, smiling softly as Bucky already painted the walls in unisex colors. Your old cradle stands in the middle of the room, and Bucky’s old teddy bear, the one he got from his father last week, sits in the cradle.
“Bucky,” you pounce on Bucky, kissing him all over. “That’s so beautiful. And you got my cradle, and there is your old bear, the one on the pictures.”
“You admired the old bear one the pictures last week. I called my dad and asked me to get my old toys and stuff,” Bucky runs his hand over your hair when you wrap your arms around his waistline. “He got all my toys and trinkets for me.”
“This is so thoughtful of you, baby. I want our children to have something from our past. Now they got your bear, Buck,” you whisper against him. “I couldn’t be happier. I love you.”
“Love you too, doll,” he smiles wildly. Bucky is not a man of many words but he loves to tell you about his feelings. “So much. You and the little bean in your belly.”
“Winnifred C. Barnes,” your mother waltzes into the office, holding her head high. “What a strong name for such a weak woman. I always believed women like you know how to not draw too much attention toward their foul play.”
“What do you want here?” Winnifred blanches as your mother, Ari, and your father steps inside the small office. “I didn’t allow you to enter my house.”
“I did,” George follows the others inside the room. He crosses his arms over his chest, huffing as Winnifred glares at her husband. “That is enough. You ruined your relationship with our son. I can only meet up with my son in secret. I want you to listen to what Mrs. Y/L/N has to say.”
“No! She’s a homewrecker and a murderer. She is the reason for Jamie’s death,” Winnifred gasps as all eyes are on her. “I—I mean Jimmy.”
“Jimmy and I never were a thing,” slamming the police report and a letter from Jimmy’s parents onto the desk your mother glares at Winnifred. “He saved me that night. My date tried to force himself on me and Jimmy saved me.”
“Liar. You are a worthless piece of shit, just like your daughter,” your father steps toward the desk, ready to rip Winnifred apart.
“He offered me a ride to the police station,” your mother continues, as she opens the folder Ari hands her. “I don’t care if you believe me or not, but Jimmy was a hero to me. He saved me and died as a drunk driver rammed his car. It was raining and he lost control. Read the police report, call his parents and brother. They all will tell you the same thing.”
“I don’t care,” Winnifred violently shakes her head. She doesn’t want to believe your mother’s words. If she does, everything she did would have been horrible. “No…no! You are the reason that I lost my Jimmy!”
“Winnifred, that is enough,” George steps in. “I checked on the information. Jimmy’s parents confirmed that Y/M/N told them about the accident. Winnie, she never was with your boyfriend. Jimmy’s death was tragic, but an accident. Let the past rest, and the boy too.”
“I can’t…he’s dead because of her. I wanted to…we wanted…to have a family. We had all those plans and a bright future,” she cries now.
“I thought you love me, and our family,” as your mother places the folder onto the desk, shaking her head, George’s face falls. “You are a great pretender then. I want you to think about what’s really important. If you cannot accept that your son loves Y/N, then you are not welcome in this family any longer.”
“George,” she gasps, “you can’t do that. Not for that girl!”
“I guess you won’t miss your family as you are still longing for a dead boy who died so long ago…”
“What do we do now?” your father looks at the men crowding his living room. “Mr. Levinson?”
“My partners are here to make sure that Winnifred Barnes will leave your daughter and your son-in-law alone. Over there we’ve got Jake Jensen, tech expert and the best hacker you can hire for money, and the grumpy man in the corner is Andy Barber, the best lawyer in town.”
“I’m still here, Ari. Why do you always forget about me,” Mike glares at the private investigator. “Now, let’s get to the point where we explain our plan.”
“We will fight fire with fire,” Andy pushes off the wall. He looks at your mother, giving her a curt nod. “If Winnifred Barnes even looks the wrong way at your daughter, she will regret it.”
“Son, thank you,” George Barnes sits on your sofa, looking like someone punched him in the guts. “I’m so sorry.”
“That wasn’t your fault, George,” after Bucky’s father arrived at your and Bucky’s apartment, he told you everything happening this morning. “I never thought my mom’s past is the problem here.”
“Rebecca and I made sure that my wife knows that we will not accept another mishap. If she wants to lose her family, it’s up to her,” Bucky silently nods. He hates to see his father heartbroken and sad.
George didn’t mention all the things Winnifred said about Jimmy, or that he knows that she named their son after her dead boyfriend.
“We wanted to look at a few houses tomorrow,” you jump in to break the awkward moment. Your heart aches for your mother, and the Barnes family. A tragedy from the past just destroyed a family, and the chance to bring two families together. “My father wanted to join us. Do you want to join us too, George?”
“I’d like that,” George gives you a soft smile. He can’t understand how his wife could treat you so badly for something that lies long in the past. “I know a thing or two about houses. I could give you advice.”
“He’s finally asleep,” Bucky holds you a little tighter tonight. He kisses your temple, inhaling your scent as he buries his nose in your hair. “What did your mother say?”
“She explained a few more things. I didn’t know about any of this,” you whisper. “I wish your mother would come to her senses. It’s a tragedy, but the boy died so many years ago.”
“I won’t forgive her, Y/N. Whatever reason she had, this is inexcusable,” he mumbles against you. “She hurt the woman I love. Your mother was a kid back then, just like the boy.”
“I know, Bucky. It’s so sad he died,” you sniggle now.
“Baby doll, can my dad live here for a few days until he found something new?” almost shyly Bucky looks at you in his arms. “Please.”
“Of course, baby. He can stay as long as he wants to.”
“Winnifred,” Dot coos into the phone. “How can I help you? Do you have a better plan to get me my Bucky back?”
“A little patience,” Winnifred ignores the nagging feeling that her doings are wrong. All she has in mind is to get back at your mother for rebelling against her. “I will bring Y/N and her mother down…”
“Master bedroom, master bathroom,“ Pepper shows you around the house. She likes to make people happy and smiles softly as you waddle toward the walk-in wardrobe to poke your head inside. “I see you already found the most important room.”
“Pepper, the most important room is the bedroom,” you giggle as Bucky hugs you from behind to peck your neck. “Right? We love to stay in the bedroom to plan our future and make more babies.”
“Son, I had a look at the kitchen and living room. Boy, there is a beautiful fireplace. The house is perfect for you and Y/N, and the baby,” George walks into the room to show you the pictures he took from the rooms downstairs. “Electricity and all the pipes are brand-new. Windows, and doors too.”
“What do you say, baby doll?” Bucky whispers in your ear. He smiles as you lean in his embrace and take his hand to place it on your belly. “Bucky jr. just kicked me, mommy. I think this means yes.”
“We should have a look at the nursery first,” you look around the room again. “You just painted the nursery at our apartment. I just don’t know if we are ready to move out.”
“Aw, you don’t want to leave our nest,” he pecks your cheek, humming as you start to squirm in his hold. “I know leaving our first apartment is hard, but we are going to be a family. I want our baby to have a garden and fresh air. I like this house. What about you?”
“I love it,” you mumble. “I just don’t know if we want to buy a huge house. It’s so…”
“We are going to buy the house, Y/N,” sighing deeply you know Bucky will tell you that he’ll buy the house. “Don’t even think about protesting. I want our baby to grow up in this house and carry you over the threshold. Now, what do you want to see next?”
“I don’t want to go,” Bucky watches you, Celia and your best friend get comfortable on the couch to start your movie marathon. Natasha, one of your eldest friends came to New York to join your little party. She moved to London to be with her husband Bruce and rarely has the time to spend time with you. “I can stay and—”
“Bucky baby,” you get up from the couch to guide Bucky toward the door, “Steve, Sam, and the others are waiting downstairs. It’s your bachelor party. Go and have fun.” You peck his lips and grab his jacket. “But not too much fun, Mr. Barnes.”
He smirks as you kiss him roughly, making sure Bucky knows who he belongs to. Bucky eagerly kisses you back, tongue sneaking its way into your mouth. “I promise to behave. We will have a few drinks, greasy food, and maybe…”
“A stripper!” Sam calls from downstairs. “I will make sure he has fun but comes home safely. Pinky promise, Y/N. He’ll marry you, not some stripper.”
“I hope so, Sam Wilson. If he doesn’t come home in one piece, you’ll regret it. I’ll spank your cute ass to hell and back,” you make the men downstairs chuckle. “He can have fun, though. Just not too much.”
“I only ever have fun with you around, Y/N,” giggling you push against his chest as Bucky starts to kiss you all over. “See. Only with you.”
“Steve, get your friend and make sure he has some fun,” Bucky starts to laugh as his friends run upstairs and try to drag him off you. “Bye baby. Have fun and don’t forget you got a pregnant girl at home.”
“How could I?” Steve and Sam drag Bucky downstairs, laughing and joking as your fiancé makes kissing noises to make sure you know he wants to stay with you.
“Love you, doll…”
“Go and have fun, Barnes,” you stand on top of the stairs, winking at your fiancé. “I love you too, idiot.”
“I don’t want a stripper,” Bucky watches the girls on the stage take their clothes off for a moment. He looks away, shaking his head. “Y/N is so much sexier than the girls up there. She’s so cute and sexy, and wild and smart.”
“No lap dance for you?” Tony sighs deeply. He wanted to pay for some extra fun, now Bucky doesn’t want to have a lap dance. “Come on, have some fun. Relax and enjoy your freedom.”
“I got my freedom, Stark,” Bucky bites back. “I’m not some caged animal only as I want to marry the woman I love. Let’s have some drinks, food and enjoy the night out. I don’t need a naked stranger on top of me to feel like a man.”
“Bucky has a pretty dame at home, Tony. Stop pushing boundaries. He doesn’t want a lap dance, so he won’t get one,” Steve steps in. He knows his friend wants to go back home and just be with you after everything Winnifred did to you and Bucky. “I’ll get another round of drinks.”
“Let me handle this,” getting up from his seat Bucky glances at his phone in his hands. You sent him a message not moments ago, along with a photo of you and your friends eating pizza. “I hope you save me a slice, doll. Your man loves pizza.”
Bucky walks toward the bar to order more drinks for his friends and himself. Ignoring the girls swirling around the club, giggling, and winking at the men cheering for them to take off more of their clothes.
“Hello baby,” Bucky huffs when someone moves their hand over his back. “Fancy meeting you here, Bucky. We haven’t seen each other since the dinner at your parents’ house.” Dot coos as she steps next to Bucky. She dips her head to glance up at him, batting her eyelashes.
“What do you want here, Dot? How did you find me?” he ignores her presence and doesn’t even glance at her. Even though, she’s all dolled up, wearing a dress leaving little to nothing to any guy’s imagination and her red lips curve into a seductive pout. “I told you before and I’m telling you again, we are over.”
“Don’t be like that,” she playfully slaps Bucky’s bicep. “I came to congratulate you on your engagement and the baby. She did everything right, huh? Got pregnant and the ring in no time.”
“Go,” Bucky says coolly. He’s not in the mood for playing another of Dot’s games. “I don’t want you around. I’m here to have fun with my friends.”
“We used to have so much fun too,” she cups his face, distracts Bucky long enough to slip something in the drink right in front of him. “Don’t you remember, baby?”
“I’m not your baby,” he shoves her off of him. “Now leave me the fuck alone!”
“I got a bad feeling,” you watch the next movie. A survival horror movie. Natasha’s choice. “They are all going to die.”
“No, don’t spoil the ending,” Celia grumbles. “How about more alcohol-free marguerites, ladies? Sisters for misters tonight,” she squeals. “I’ll make some more.”
“Damn, can we be your sisters for real?” you chuckle at Natasha’s question. “No, I mean it, babe. I wanna be your sister.”
“We can be sisters-in-law, Nat. Wait…no,” watching Celia pinch the bridge of her nose you roll your eyes, “we need to marry someone for that…fuck. Do you have a brother?”
“No,” you laugh, eyes dropping to your phone as it starts to vibrate. “Uh—I just got a message from Rebecca,” Natasha quirks a brow at you. “OH, that’s Bucky’s sister, Nat. You haven’t met her yet.”
“What does she want?” you chuckle as Celia makes a face. She still hasn’t forgiven her former best friend. “We won’t invite her over, right?”
“She wants to come over, or rather is on her way,” you get up from the couch as the doorbell rings. “Something about an emergency…”
“Fuck, we should open the door then,” Natasha hurriedly unlocks the door to let Rebecca in. “Hi, I’m Natasha, you can call me Nat. Now tell us about the emergency.” She blurs out before you can even greet Rebecca.
“I wanted to get some things from my room at my parents’ house,” Rebecca hastily says. “I heard my mom talk to Dot. She told her where Bucky is tonight and said something about heating things up. Y/N, we need to warn my brother. I tried to call him but…”
“He forgot his phone at home,” your heart beats out of your chest, and you already grasp for your coat. “Nat, can you get me my shoes and purse? Celia, try to reach Steve. I know he’s got his phone with him. If not, call Sam or Tony.”
“I’m on it,” Celia takes your phone to dial Steve’s number, ending up on his voicemail. “Crap, voicemail.”
“That’s it, we are going to drive to that strip club right now,” Natasha helps you into your coat. “Rebecca, can you drive? Celia and I had some drinks, and Y/N is too out of it right now.”
“Got it. Let’s go…”
Celia hates to sit next to her former best friend. She looks out of the window while Natasha tries to calm you in the backseat. “He’s alright. Okay. Breathe and let me try to call Steve again.”
“He’s not answering his phone,” you groan. “That’s my fault! Bucky wanted to stay at home with us. I told him to go and have fun. What if Dot did something to my baby? No, she can’t hurt him.”
“Mother said something about drugs or drinks. I couldn’t understand everything she said. I’m sorry,” Rebecca drives a little faster to make sure you reach the strip club as fast as possible.
“What the fuck happened?” Steve exclaims as his friends try to wake Tony. He downed his drink, and now he’s out cold. “Do we need an ambulance?”
“I don’t know,” Sam huffs as he carefully pats Tony’s cheek to wake his friend. “Fuck, he had like three drinks. Tony usually has a high tolerance when it comes to alcohol. What did he order?”
“He downed my drink and two others,” Bucky checks on Tony’s pulse. He worriedly looks at his phone, realizing he missed like ten calls from you, Celia, and his sister. “Y/N, Rebecca and Celia called me.”
“Well, call them back while we try to wake our sleeping beauty,” Sam sarcastically says. “Let me just wake him Wilson style.”
“No water in his face,” Steve chides as Sam was about to wake Tony with a glass of water, and a slap to his cheek. “I’m for calling an ambulance.”
“BUCKY!” no one can stop you from running toward your fiancé to look him all over. “You’re alright. Thank goodness.”
“Whoa, baby doll,” he laughs as you move your hands over his hair, cheek, chest, and, well his ass. “What happened? Where is the fire? I just wanted to call you back. We had a little problem with Tony here.” Bucky points at his unconscious friend.
“What happened? No! Pepper will get so mad,” you clasp one hand over your mouth while Sam and Steve still try to wake Tony.
“He downed his drink and mine. A few moments later Tony wanted to get up and piss,” Sam explains what happened to you. “He felt dizzy. His legs gave in, and he ended up on the ground. He won’t wake up.”
“Looks like he got drugged to me,” Natasha kneels next to Tony to check on him. “Hey, blondie.” She snaps her fingers at Steve. “Call an ambulance. We need to know if he got drugged.”
“You said he downed your drink too, Jamie?” Rebecca softly asks. “I-I don’t know how to ask you this but, was Dot around tonight?”
“How do you know?” Sam cocks his head. “She made a scene and tried to hit on Bucky. Damn, he pushed her away, telling her to get lost.”
“Did she have the chance to get close to your drink, Bucky?” you ask, looking at Bucky. He frowns as he recalls his encounter with his ex. “Buck?”
“It’s possible. She tried to touch me, and I wanted to leave. I looked at Sam who waved at me, and then I took the drinks and left,” Bucky sighs deeply. “Fuck, I didn’t watch my drink for a second.”
“That fucking bitch,” you wrap Bucky in a hug. “She wanted to do this to you, baby. How could she do this to you?”
“Mother,” Rebecca sighs deeply. “I guess she never learns, does she?” Bucky looks at the bar, whipping his head toward the cameras on the walls. “Oh, good idea.” It’s like the siblings communicate without exchanging words. “I’ll call the cops. They should check on the footage. We’ve caught you red-handed, fucking bitch.”
“Your friend got drugged,” the doctor explains while you watch Pepper check on her husband. “It’s good that you were around.”
“He wasn’t the target,” you whisper. Your heart clenches in his chest as you realize that Dot tried to drug and abuse your fiancé to ruin your relationship. “We are so sorry Pepper.”
“It’s not your fault,” Pepper gently runs her hand over Tony’s hair. “I hope they arrest that woman.”
“How are you, doll?” Bucky gently runs his hand over your hair. You came home two hours ago, and since then, you cling to him. “A friend of mine called me. You know, the guy helping Ari with the faked pictures.”
“Hmm…” you hide your face in Bucky’s neck and hold him a little tighter. “What did he say?”
“He checked on the police report and the footage. It was Dot,” he kisses your hair, hand running over your back. “We’ve got her, baby doll. The cops want me to give them a statement.”
“I want her to rot in hell.”
“It wasn’t all her fault,” Bucky whispers. He hates to admit that his mother could be involved in all of this again. “I think my mother played her part too. Rebecca told me everything she heard.”
“We can’t prove that it was your mother’s doings. At least she didn’t win this time,” you sniffle in Bucky’s neck. “I never hated someone before, but I hate your mother.”
“I hate her too for being a cold-hearted and selfish person. I’ll make sure she will get the message this time. I called Andy,” you lift your head to meet Bucky’s eyes. “We’ve got enough proof to obtain a restraining order. She will never get close to us and our baby again. From this day on, my mother is dead to me and the rest of my family.”
You are a hunter, you can’t have a baby, and you really don’t want to, especially in this mess…
What if your angel in a trenchcoat had a secret that could maybe make you reconsider it ?
Serie General Warnings : There will be angstandfluffandsmut of course, there also will be swearing but if you know me, you fucking know that. There will be pregnancy related themes and other stuffs that I will detail in the chapters to not spoil my story. Please be 18+
Chapter Warning : FLUFF, Daddy!Dean
WC : 3.7k
Note : For those who are familiar with my work, you might recognize something from another fic. Yes this is my whole plan ;)
The secret is out, What was coming, is what is coming ;) If you wan to know what happens between Knocked upandWhat was coming, you will soon be able to make REQUESTS !
A ray of sun is entering the room, coming right across it, touching my shoulder warmly. The months of June is here, announcing summer.
Ray and June are finally asleep, next to each other in their see-through hospital bed, them too shining through the whole room and announcing the summer of my life…
I have been watching them for an hour in total silence, just hearing some distant movements in the corridor, jumping in surprise every time they move, yawn, fist their little hands… And now I know that I could just stay there my whole life, staring at my own little miracles.
“And now I know that I could just stay there my whole life, staring at my own little miracles.”
IM EMOTIONAAAAL
AAAAH
“I see myself like Ray was a distorting mirror that made everything about me totally lovable.”
COME OOOOON, my bibi Deeeaaan you are lovable toooooo!
“It’s dad” my eyes fill with tears at the word and I wonder if I will one day stop crying.
He realized he is a daaaaaaad. Omg i love this moment!
I love how he is scared to hold them because they are so tiny and fragile. It’s SO CUTE
“I don’t know if I can be part of their gang one day, but I will sure work hard for it.”
Of course you caaaaaan Deaaan!
Sam’s reactiioooon. I’m not crying… my eyes are just sweating…
“A father”
BAAABEEE, omg this is so emotional. I LOVE all this. The emotions the intimacy, I LOOOVVEEE!!!
How he looks at Y/n when Sam’s takes Ray for the first time , he is a wolf but he listens to her. Mama wolf ❤️
I love how you also show the ‘hard’ side of the labor. It isn’t all roses and sunshine. Your lady bits are torn to shreds and breast feeding hurts. And all of it worth for the epic love of this gorgeous family.
And how caring he is with showering together, that intimacy
“Shhh Princess” he whispers, surprising you with the nickname. “You had everything, food, new diaper, clean clothes… We’re going home now, be patient five minutes.”
PRINCESSS YEEEEEEEEESSSS
“I am very honored to be in their lives.” Oh Cas you big doofus, you’re too CUTE FOR WOOORDSSS.
How she talks to them in the library about Dean. About how brave and strong he ks and how loving. YOURE MAKING ME SOB LIKE DEAN IS!
His free hand comes above yours on the twins heads so that he is now caging all three of you protectively.
THIS! Omg I can see this little perfect bubble of love and i am whispering to not disturb them.
I thought I already knew this beautiful family pretty well. But i was so wrong. I got to see this whole new side and I ABSOLUTELY LOOOOOOVED IT! It was incredibly intimate and so sweet.
And you know I’m really not a baby person and I would neeever want kids. But if it would be anything like the love I felt here. I definitely would.
This is SO so incredible. I wish i was better at reblogs to tell you
Rooster eases himself out of bed as quietly as possible. It is still pitch-black outside, so he does his best to navigate through the dimly lit room without running into anything. Once he makes it to the bathroom door, he slips inside and flips on the light.
He starts stripping down and is just about to step into the shower when his phone buzzes. Glancing at it, he curses under his breath. Another schedule change means there’s no time for a shower before he has to leave. So, he quickly pulls on his uniform and runs his comb through his sleep-tousled hair.
As he stares into the mirror, the man gazing back at him seems so much calmer and more composed than he feels inside. It is an ability he has mastered after years of practice. Because he knows he can’t walk out of this room with the terror and anxiety he is feeling about this mission etched on his face. He would never do that to you.
As he opens the door, he catches sight of the bed as it is bathed in the glow from the bathroom light. You are laying on your stomach, hair splayed across your pillow and over part of your face. One arm is stretched out onto his side of the bed, fingers clutching at the sheets as even in sleep you are searching for him.
Walking over to your side of the bed, he leans over and places a gentle kiss on your temple causing you to stir softly. Without opening your eyes, you mumble, “Mmm. What time is it?”
Rooster brushes the hair off your face as he whispers, “It’s only 4:30. Go back to sleep, baby.”
You nod slightly and roll onto your back. The movement causes your thin nightshirt to ride up, revealing the slight bump of your stomach. At only three months along, most people would probably not notice the slight swell in your midsection, but to Rooster, who knows your body inside and out, it stands out immediately. He knows that it is his child in there, a child that if things went wrong on the mission, he would never get to meet.
Rooster eases himself out of bed as quietly as possible. It is still pitch-black outside, so he does his best to navigate through the dimly lit room without running into anything. Once he makes it to the bathroom door, he slips inside and flips on the light.
He starts stripping down and is just about to step into the shower when his phone buzzes. Glancing at it, he curses under his breath. Another schedule change means there’s no time for a shower before he has to leave. So, he quickly pulls on his uniform and runs his comb through his sleep-tousled hair.
As he stares into the mirror, the man gazing back at him seems so much calmer and more composed than he feels inside. It is an ability he has mastered after years of practice. Because he knows he can’t walk out of this room with the terror and anxiety he is feeling about this mission etched on his face. He would never do that to you.
As he opens the door, he catches sight of the bed as it is bathed in the glow from the bathroom light. You are laying on your stomach, hair splayed across your pillow and over part of your face. One arm is stretched out onto his side of the bed, fingers clutching at the sheets as even in sleep you are searching for him.
Walking over to your side of the bed, he leans over and places a gentle kiss on your temple causing you to stir softly. Without opening your eyes, you mumble, “Mmm. What time is it?”
Rooster brushes the hair off your face as he whispers, “It’s only 4:30. Go back to sleep, baby.”
You nod slightly and roll onto your back. The movement causes your thin nightshirt to ride up, revealing the slight bump of your stomach. At only three months along, most people would probably not notice the slight swell in your midsection, but to Rooster, who knows your body inside and out, it stands out immediately. He knows that it is his child in there, a child that if things went wrong on the mission, he would never get to meet.
He had always been unsure about having kids. Knowing the dangers associated with his job, he wasn’t sure if he wanted to risk leaving a kid without a father like he was. Yet, the moment you had called and told him, all the doubts, all the fears instantly melted away and he was left wondering how he could have ever imagined his life without a child of his own. One that he created with you.
The two of you had been high school sweethearts, married right after graduation, and you had been with him through every major moment in his life and there was no one else he could picture having by his side for this one. However, this mission he was leaving for is more dangerous than anything he had ever flown before. And there was a good chance he wouldn’t be making it back.
Rooster thinks about his confrontation with Maverick just after Phoenix and Bob’s accident. He had thrown it in the older man’s face that Maverick didn’t have a wife or child to mourn him if something happened to him. And as much as he was referring to his dad’s death at that moment, in his head, he also meant it as what would happen to you and the baby if he didn’t come back from this mission. At least he still has photos and vague, fuzzy memories of time with his dad. But if Rooster was killed tomorrow, his child wouldn’t even have that.
That realization brings Rooster to his knees beside the bed. The idea that his child would never get to hear his voice, see his smile, feel his love….. Somehow this possibility had never crossed his mind until now. Slowly, he climbs onto the bed and rests one hand on your stomach, spreading his large fingers across your bare skin. He rests it there for a minute, silently trying to express all the things he wanted his child to know, especially how much he loved him or her.
Bending down, he lightly brushes his lips across the tender skin of your stomach, causing you to giggle softly. Lazily, you push at his head as you playfully whine, “Bradley, stop! Your mustache is tickling me and I’m trying to sleep.”
“Sorry about that. Is this better?” He slides up your body until he is able to press his lips against yours.
You hum softly against his mouth. “Yes, much better.”
He deepens the kiss, knowing he doesn’t have time but also knowing that just like his child, he needs you to know how much he loves you.
After a moment, you grab his arm and try to drag him further into the bed, but he reluctantly resists as he pries himself from your grasp and sits up. Seeing how his loving expression has slipped into something more somber, you sit up, suddenly awake. “What’s wrong?”
Rooster sighed. “Phoenix just texted me. They moved up our check-in time. She’s on her way right now to pick me up.”
The sorrow on your face shatters Rooster’s heart. “But… we were supposed to have the whole morning! I got those cinnamon rolls you like from the bakery for your farewell breakfast!”
He cups your face as you lean into his touch. “I know. I’m sorry, baby. But I have to go. Phoenix will be here any minute to pick me up.”
He runs his other hand gently across your stomach and you sigh. “You didn’t tell them, did you? Any of them, not even Phoenix.”
Rooster shakes his head. “If I did, they’d have found some excuse to not let me go.”
“And that’s such a bad thing?” you ask with a doleful scoff.
“Baby, you know I have to do this. It’s my job and I’m one of the only people who can do it.”
You tilt your head so it leans further into his caress. “I know. That’s why I’m not asking you not to go. I’m just asking you to come back.” You place one hand softly on your stomach. “I can’t do this alone. We need you.”
Rooster chuckles. “No, you don’t. Not really. You’re going to be an amazing mother, with or without me.”
“Oh, I know I’m going to be amazing. Don’t worry about that,” you tease before becoming more serious once again. “But don’t make me prove I can do this alone. That wasn’t a challenge. I need us to do this together.”
“I’m going to try my absolute best……. but I want you to keep this.” Rooster slips off his wedding ring and holds it out to you.
You stare at it in horror, tears springing to your eyes. “No, Bradley, no. I know what that means and I’m not taking that.”
He moves his hand closer to you, urging you to take it. “If something goes wrong, they may not be able to get it back to you and I want you to have it. Please.”
You began to shake your head forcefully. “Don’t ask me to keep that. You’ve never asked me to keep it before. You’re going to come home, and you’ll be wearing it when you do.”
“Baby, it was my dad’s, and if something goes wrong….. I want our kid to have it. I want you to be able to give it to them one day.”
Your lip begins to tremble as you stare at the ring. Then slowly, you reach out and take it from him. “Don’t you dare make me do that, Bradley Bradshaw. Don’t you dare…. This is going back on your finger in a few days, then it’s never coming off again. Do you hear me?”
He nods before gathering you into his arms. You cling tightly to him and bury your face into his chest as he leans over and rests his head on top of yours. The two of you remain silently wrapped in each other’s embrace, both trying not to think about the meaning behind what just happened.
Suddenly, Rooster’s phone buzzes. Glancing at it, he sighs. “Phoenix is here. I have to go.”
He places a long, lingering kiss on the top of your head before carefully extracting himself from your grasp. As he stands, he runs his hand softly over your stomach one final time. Then he walks over to the bedroom door. But just as his hand wraps around the door handle, he hears you whisper from the bed. “I could call Maverick you know. The second I tell him the truth, about the baby, he would ground you.”
Rooster sighs as he rests his head on the doorframe. “I know. But I also know you love me too much to do that. You understand what this mission means to me.”
“Apparently more than we mean to you.”
Rooster whirled around, his face shifting quickly between a dozen different emotions. “You know that isn’t true!”
You nod softly with your head down, but Rooster can still see the tears beginning to stream down your face. “You’re right. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it. I just….”
Another buzz of Rooster’s phone cuts you off. He quickly mutes it. “Sorry. Go on.”
But you shake your head as you purse your lips. “No, you need to go. You can’t keep them waiting.”
“Baby…”
He takes a step closer to you, but you hold up your hands, halting him. “Go, Rooster. You have a job to do, so do it and come home. Come home to us.”
Rooster. If you have resorted to calling him that, then there is nothing left to say. He nods and turns back to the door. As he opens it, he pauses for just a moment. Without turning around, he says, “I love you.”
There is a three-second pause that seems to stretch on for an eternity before you whisper, “I love you, too.”
And with that, Rooster walks out the door. As soon as it is closed, he hears you collapse onto the bed sobbing. But he can’t look back. If he does, he knows he will never leave. So instead, he places one foot in front of the other as he heads off into the unknown, hoping that one day soon, he will be walking back down into that room and into your arms once more.
