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The One With The Fertility Field (Rhett Abbott x Reader)
Summary: You and Rhett decide to have some fun in the back field but you have no idea that it's been the Abbott family fuck spot for generations
Warnings: Smut, implied smut, several generations of fucking, trying for a kid, pet discipline etc.
Tagging: @floydsmuse @attapullman @callmemana @sebsxphia
You moaned loudly as Rhett thrust himself in and out of you, attacking your neck, his animalistic grunting and groaning obscene as it married together with your own noises.
"C'mon baby," he growled. "C'mon I know you've got it in ya, c'mon and cum for daddy!"
His big hands pawed along your thighs and with one more thrust, you both released onto and into each other, panting and out of breath as you came to rest, one on top of the other.
"Holy fuck," Rhett panted. "You're amazing baby."
You giggled a little as he pressed a gentle kiss to your lips, letting you rest against him.
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Cecelia quietly sang along to "Mule Skinner Blues" as it played from the little bluetooth speaker on the counter near the coffee machine. Dinner prep may not have been hers or anyone's favorite part of the day, but at least she had some time to herself and could enjoy most of the peace and quiet before everyone came in for the night.
The peace and quiet was suddenly broken by the opening of a door and the sudden barking of a small dog in the living room. "Hey!" Cecelia shouted. "Shut the fuck up Alberto! You're ok."
Alberto, the little black and tan chihuahua dog leapt from the couch to go and beg for scritches from Royal who hung his hat on the hook and kicked off his boots near the rack.
"Somethin smells pretty good sugar bear," he remarked, Alberto's barking having reached fever pitch.
"Here," Cecelia said, handing him the cardboard paper towel roll. "Use this if you need to."
Luckily, Royal only had to snap his fingers and the little dog sat right down, his little batlike ears pricking straight up and his tail thumping on the floor. "Quit bein a little turd Alberto, nobody wants to hear it," Royal told him.
Alberto yawned and followed him into the kitchen, hopping up onto one of the seats as Royal wrapped his arms around Cecelia and kissed her cheek. "Any idea where (y/n) and Rhett are at?" he asked.
"Nope," Cecelia answered. "Last I heard they were goin for a ride into town and haven't seen head or tail of'em since."
With those last words, the door creaked open and shut once again, Alberto's barking starting again. "Alberto! For shit's sake, knock it off!" Rhett ordered. "I will stick ya'll downstairs so fuckin fast......!"
Alberto finally quit his yapping when you came over to give him scritches behind the ears. You went upstirs to wash up for dinner, hobbling and limping just a little bit, the same going for Rhett.
"You two ok?" Cecelia asked, trying to hide the smile that threatened to crawl across her face.
"M'fine, Ma," Rhett answered. "Why?"
"Well for one thing you and (y/n) were walkin a little funny."
"Walked into a fencepost in the back field Ma," Rhett told her.
"Sure ya did," Royal chuckled as he stirred the pot of meatballs simmering in the marinara sauce. "There ain't no fence near there and hasn't been since the day your Ma and I moved here."
"Wait, which field?" Cecelia asked Rhett.
"Um......the back one near the river towards the north pasture," Rhett answered hesitantly.
Cecelia's eyes went wide and Royal started laughing. "Oh my God," he laughed. "No way, ain't no fuckin way ya'll walked into a fencepost."
"Dad what the hell's so funny?" Rhett asked him.
"Rhett that field was the same field your Ma and I did the nasty in when we were tryin to have you?"
"OH MY GOD!!! DAD WHY??? WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU TELL ME THIS???!!!!!" Rhett blurted out.
"I'm tellin ya because that's where at least four generations of Abbotts were conceived," Royal told him. "Including you and Perry."
"Perry wasn't conceived there," Cecelia reminded him.
"He wasn't?" Royal asked.
"Nah, Perry was conceived in the back seat of your '76 Firebird," Cecelia told him. "I remember because that was the night we went to the drive-in to see 'Conan The Barbarian.'"
"Oh fucking damnit," Rhett said, making a gagging noise.
"What's going on down here?" you asked. "Did I miss something."
"Nope, nope, change of subject," Rhett answered.
"Oh we were just tellin Rhett that ya'll might've stumbled on mine and Royal's favorite fuck spot," Cecelia answered.
You shrieked a little, laughing at the traumatized and exasperated look on your husband's face. The four of you had a good laugh about it over dinner, not daring to say a word in front of Amy lest she repeat it outside of the house.
Yet Royal and Cecelia hadn't been wrong when they had said that a little adventure in the so called "fertility field" would work, for a few days later, you and Rhett were all too happy to find out that Amy would be the proudest big sister in Wabang.
#rhett abbott#rhett abbott x reader#amy abbott#royal abbott#cecelia abbott#royal x cecelia abbott#outer range
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Three's Company But Four's The best Crowd: Part 2 (Calvin Evans x Reader)
Summary: You and Calvin wake up one morning and get the surprise of your lives
Warnings: Parenthood, pet parenthood etc.
Tagging: @floydsmuse
You and Calvin had been thrilled in the very beginning when you had adopted Rosie, the little squished nose cocker spaniel and how well she had taken to being in the house. She never chased the mailman and hardly barked at strangers save for Freida Burns, the neighborhood shrew, and hardly ever growled except when Raymond D'Nadi, the very bane of Calvin's existence, came wandering up your end of the street. She was the most loveable little thing that the neighborhood had ever seen and on more than one occasion, Reverend Patrick had asked that you and Calvin bring her down to the Old Stone Baptist Church where your neighbors, Henny and Paul King, attended services on Sunday mornings.
You and Calvin had only had Rosie for two months and already she refused to go anywhere without Six-Thirty beside her. The two were practically inseparable, always sniffing and nuzzling each other as though they were in love and laying side by side on Six-Thirty's bed cushion under your living room window. You and Calvin however, knew that somehow the pair were in love, just as you two had been from the beginning.
Calvin had been snoozing in and out of sleep with his arm curled protectively around Ellen, herself asleep with her little teddy bear with the pink ribbon around its neck. Calvin was suddenly startled out of his sleep by your high pitched shriek from downstairs, tossing aside the covers and grabbing his dark blue robe off the chair before flying out of the room.
"Sweet pea?" he called. "(Y/n) what happened? what's wrong?!"
"Calvin come look!" you called excitedly. "You're never gonna believe this!"
Calvin hurried downstairs, his eyes wide and his jaw dropping at the sight. There was Rosie on hers and Six-Thirty's bed cushion with fifteen curly haired, newborn puppies nursing from her. Six-Thirty was right at her side, nuzzling both her and the pups and with the hugest dog grin on his face.
"You sly little devil you!" Calvin laughed when Six-Thirty came right to him. "Didn't think you'd ever be a proud papa someday."
Six-Thirty woofed before leading both you and Calvin over to meet the new pups. You and Calvin both got a little bit teary eyed when you heard them crying a bit, moving the smaller ones closer to Rosie so they could nurse, while the rest had begun to sleep against each other in a little pile.
"Oh my Lord," Calvin croaked, wiping away a tear.
"You feel like an old grandpa yet?" you teased.
"Sweet pea, I'm only thirty one but to answer your question, yes," he laughed.
You brought Ellen down to meet the puppies once she was awake and when Calvin's mother and father came over for lunch later that day, they had been just as shocked as you. Not a single visitor who walked through that door, could help but smile upon the sight of Six-Thirty, Rosie and their new litter.
"Just wait till they get bigger," Calvin joked when he saw Six-Thirty and Rosie laying down for a nap with their babies. "The whole house will end up being their playground."
"At least it's not Dalmatians," you remarked. "We might end up with a hundred and one."
Calvin laughed and pressed a sweet kiss to your lips, rubbing the tip of his nose against your own just to hear you giggle.
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Three's Company But Four Is The Best Crowd (Calvin Evans x Reader)
Summary: You and Calvin were not expecting to take on a new member of the family at all, but in the end, it was the best decision you had ever made
Warnings: Parenthood, mentions of birth etc.
Tagging: @floydsmuse My dear, I hope this brightens the day a little bit, I hope it's not too much but it's something
"So technically he didn't get the question wrong but they whacked him on it anyways," Calvin rattled off as you and him walked up the street with Ellen in her little stroller and Six-Thirty on his leash.
"Are you serious?" you asked him. "Why? Arnie is one of your smartest students."
"Because he screwed up one of the formulas for balancing a reaction in a base compound and it ended with making a substance that smelled like a noxious fart," Calvin chuckled.
"So that's who the stinkbomb culprit was!" you blurted out. "I knew it!"
"I kept telling Arnie that he's gonna have to start a stinkbomb business," Calvin chuckled. "He might even end up getting a contract from the Secretary of Defense if he's lucky."
Your laughter was suddenly interrupted when something darted around the hedgerows, startling the both of you and Six-Thirty who began barking. To your amazement, it was a frightened little cocker spaniel with curly ears and a squished little nose. She whimpered and whined, pawing at both you and Calvin, begging as though she were in danger of something.
"What in the blue hell is this?" Calvin wondered.
From around the corner you could hear the shouts of miscreants and a familiar one at that, Frieda Burns's grandsons, Dean and Ritchie. They came around the corner with the rest of their neighborhood bullies but stopping dead in their tracks when they saw Calvin and you standing nearby.
"Where's that dog?" Dean demanded.
"Yeah where'd it go?" Ritchie cut in.
"I don't think you two little shitheads deserve to know," Calvin answered coldly.
"Listen Calvin," Ritchie spat.
"That's Mr. Evans to you, you little twerps," Calvin reminded them sharply. "Didn't your mother ever teach you manners and respect for your elders?"
"Ma doesn't care what we do," Dean retorted.
"Yeah," said Ritchie.
You and Calvin both glanced at each other before turning your attention back to the boys. "Oh," Calvin said. "Well in that case perhaps we ought to tell someone else then. (Y/n) what do you think?"
"Oh certainly," you answered. "The last thing I'd want is for Father McDowell to find out about this little incident."
Both Ritchie and Dean swallowed hard, their little adam's apples bobbing in their throats. Every neighborhood bully feared the fiery Irish Catholic priest who ran both St. Mary's church and his end of the block like a Navy ship. More than once a big, tough bully had the gall to act up in front of the good father, only to be met with a birch rod on his backside.
"What in the damned hell is all that yellin fer?!" thundered a voice from behind the hedgerows. "Blast it! Can't a man work in 'is own bloody garden in peace?!"
"Shit! It's him!"
"Run for it!"
Six-Thirty barked and growled at them as they ran away, tugging at his leash and wanting nothing more than to go after them. "Go get'em boy!" Calvin ordered.
He loosed Six-Thirty from his leash, the dog taking off like a bullet as Father McDowell continued to thunder a string of obscenities from behind the hedgerows. The other bullies had scattered, but Six-Thirty had returned chasing Dean and Ritchie back up the block, the two of them clutching their backsides to keep from getting bitten before running smack into the priest.
"Well, well, what've we here?" Father McDowell chuckled icily. "Jest as I suspected, Dean'n Ritchie Burns. What'd ye two get into this time now eh? Breakin the windas down at Mr. Kennedy's lunch counter again are ye?"
The boys tried to make an excuse as Father McDowell grabbed ahold of each of their ears, the priest's wrath incurred even further when he caught sight of the frightened little spaniel.
"Oh-ho!" he concluded. "Chasin a stray were yas? Jest like your miserable excuse of a father and uncle ye are."
"Go to hell!" the boys shouted.
"Now don't ye gimme that!" the priest snapped. "I ever hear it outta either o' yer mouths again, I'll string ye both up by the balls by thunder! Now get yer skeeter bitten carcasses home to yer mudder!"
Dean and Ritchie took off, both terrified of their ordeal. Father McDowell gave a bullish snort as soon as they were out of earshot. "Detestable little piss worms," he hissed under his breath.
"Sorry to ruin your afternoon Padre," Calvin laughed.
"Bah!" Father McDowell said with a wave of his hand. "T'weren't nothin. Makes fer an interestin breakup in the mundane of it I always say. Now why don't the two of ye come into the garden fer a bit, Helen'll be home soon."
"I think we'll have to save it for another day Padre," you said. "We weren't counting on any of this."
Father McDowell tried to pet the poor little cocker but she backed away, a high pitched whine catching in her throat. "Poor little thing," he sighed. "I've seen'er down by Kennedy's lunch counter."
"Any chance the vet's office is open?" Calvin asked.
"Nah," Father McDowell said. "Last I saw they close 'round suppertime. Best bet would be for'er to go home with ye and go in the mornin."
You and Calvin scooped up the little dog and bid Father McDowell farewell before heading for home. You both thought it a little odd and funny that she refused to leave Six-Thirty's side, the same going for your beloved companion.
Back to the house you went where Pat and Henny were out on the front porch, waiting for Henny's husband Paul, to close up his barbershop and bring the girls back from her sister's house.
"You two are back early," Pat remarked.
"And it looks like they brought a little friend with'em," Henny laughed, setting her glass of peach lemonade down on the porch table.
"Funny story Henny," you chuckled, lifting Ellen from her stroller.
"Oh honey I heard it all," Henny laughed. "Marshall came runnin all the way back from the store and he could hear the good father givin the Burns boys hell."
You and Calvin went into the house to get Ellen settled and dinner ready, hoping that Henny and Paul would stay with their granddaughters. You found an extra one of Six-Thirty's food bowls and filled it with a little bit of food, the little cocker eagerly coming to eat and gobbling up her foot as though she hadn't eaten in years.
Sure enough, Paul came by with his and Henny's two youngest granddaughters, Betsy and Ruby, the four of them staying for dinner. By the time they had left, you and Calvin noticed Six-Thirty and his new little friend, laying together on his bed cushion near the window, neither of them wanting to get up as he lay his head on top of hers.
You had just given Ellen her bath while Calvin was reading to her from her little bedtime storybook, gently rocking back and forth in the rocking chair in her nursery. By the time she had been tucked in and had fallen asleep, you peeked back downstairs to find your two canine companions fast asleep.
"That is the oddest sight I have ever seen," you chuckled.
"Who would have ever thought that Six-Thirty would find a mate?" Calvin remarked, smiling broadly.
"Well, you and I found each other so it's not entirely out of the ordinary," you said.
Calvin pressed a kiss to your forehead and several down the side of your head and cheek before pressing a lingering kiss to your lips. "You know she's gonna need a dog license, papers and a collar and her tags."
"We can do all that tomorrow," you laughed.
You and Calvin turned in for the night, eager to officially welcome your new little friend into the family.
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Twelve Little Troublemakers (Rhett Abbott x Reader)
Summary: You and Rhett were definitely not counting on having to watch over twelve little rabbits
Warnings: Animal births, parenthood, Rhett being Snow White coded etc.
Tagging: @floydsmuse @callmemana @attapullman @sebsxphia @rhettabbotts
The spring sunshine spilled through the windows of yours and Rhett's home and into the room that had become the animal nursery. Rhett lay on his stomach on the soft rug, his arm curled protectively around Clover, the female bunny rabbit who had escaped the property of an infamous Wabang animal hoarder with her mate, Hazel.
You knelt beside him, brushing a loose chocolate brown curl off his face and kissing his stubbly cheek. Rhett purred in his sleep, a broad grin crawling across his face.
"You know I've got a pregnant doe with me right?" he chuckled.
You giggled a little, kissing his cheek again. "Your Ma says if you're not upstairs for dinner in twenty minutes she's gonna beat you with her sandal."
"I'd like to see her try," Rhett laughed.
Very carefully, he picked Clover up and brought her back to the birth box where Hazel was waiting for her. God she was getting big. Judging by the size of her belly, Rhett had guessed that she'd birth her litter any day now.
Upstairs they went to join his parents and Amy for dinner, the smell of roast chicken filling the whole house along with the herbed biscuits, white cheddar mac'n cheese and green beans. But while you and your family ate together, someone had other ideas.
"What the f---? Rhett your little rat's begging for food again," Royal announced.
Rhett looked under the table and there was Alberto, the little black and tan chihuahua dog with his American flag bandana around his neck, ears back and tail wagging like crazy.
"Hey!" Rhett ordered, snapping his fingers. "C'mere."
Alberto's nails scritched the floor as he hurried to Rhett's chair, laying right down near his feet.
"Little guy's spoiled fuckin rotten," Royal chuckled.
"Hey if ya'll were out on the streets you'd be beggin for food too," Rhett laughed.
"Ain't too proud to, son," Royal told him.
The family finished dinner and as soon as the leftovers were put away and the dishes loaded into the dishwasher for the night, you, Rhett, Cecelia, Amy and Royal all settled in for a weekend movie. "The Empire Strikes Back" had always been a favorite of Royal's, one he had watched with the gang of childhood miscreants who had been his friends growing up. You and Rhett had laughed when you found the video tape copy, still with the worn out piece of masking tape on it.
You had been in the middle of the film when Rhett had gotten up to go and bed the animals in the nursery down for the night, when he poked his head back into the basement living room.
"Darlin," he hissed. "C'mere."
You quickly got up and followed him upstairs to the room and sure enough, there was Clover with her little legs sticking up as she licked between them.
"Is it time?" you asked him.
"Yep," Rhett answered. "I'm gonna go scrub in the bathroom. Ya'll wanna go get some clean towels and the supplies?"
You nodded and went to go retrieve whatever Rhett needed. You both gently helped Clover as best you could, but thankfully no intervention was needed. The first little kit was born after about five minutes, a little ginger and cream colored one that you and Rhett had named Thresh. Eleven more followed in his wake, Blackberry, Nettle, Rosie, Parsley, Sage, Rosemary, Thyme, Angelica, Lily and Holly.
The next morning, you could never have imagined the surprised expressions on your in-laws' faces nor Amy's when she meets the baby bunnies for the first time. You and Rhett are adamant that Amy keeps her hands off until she's learned to be gentle. But you and Rhett can't help but be proud, because every animal birth that occurs, you know that it's bound to be successful.
#rhett abbott#rhett abbott x reader#amy abbott#royal abbott#cecelia abbott#royal x cecelia abbott#outer range
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Under The Stars In Spring (Rhett Abbott x Reader)
Summary: You and Rhett finally have some time alone so you decide to make use of the barn loft for once
Warnings: SMUT (18+ no minors allowed), breeding kink, Rhett being too sexy for his own good etc.
Tagging: @floydsmuse @callmemana @attapullman @bradleybeachbabe @bradshawsbaby @sebsxphia
You and Rhett practically jumped from the truck, running towards the barn and riding the high of his win from that night, his last and final ride of his career which had ended in a quick and sudden victory.
You and him slipped quietly into the dimly lit barn, all the critters having come in from the fields and pastures just hours before. Spring had officially come to Wabang and with it the warm weather which would allow you and Rhett to sleep in one of two places, either on the enclosed part of the porch or in the barn loft and it looked like the latter might just be where you ended up.
The two of you were giggling and laughing like a pair of naughty schoolkids, even as he drew you into his arms, his cobalt eyes staring into yours. You swayed against each other, filled with a longing you had only known once before. You didn't know where it came from or why it was there, only that you desperately needed and wanted Rhett.
"Sweetheart, look at me," he said, his voice deep and gravely.
You hummed as he tilted your chin up to meet his face. Yours and Rhett's eyes fluttered shut, only to be met with his warm lips pressing gentle kisses to your own.
"Want you so fuckin bad," he whispered. "M'so hot for you baby."
You reached up and gently brushed your fingertips against his cheek, shocked at how warm he was, burning even. You eagerly returned the kiss, your fingers gently hanging onto his shirt collar.
"Hayloft," you whispered in between.
"Hmmmm?" Rhett purred, brushing his cheek against yours.
"Hayloft," you whispered again. "Can't fuckin take it anymore, I need you."
Rhett laughed, low and deep in his chest as he followed behind you, right up to the hayloft. No sooner had that trapdoor shut than he pulled you into his strong arms and attacked your neck, drawing a moan from you. God it was heaven, the feeling of his warmth against yours and Rhett kissing every sensitive little spot.
"So sensitive," he chuckled naughtily.
You laughed a little before your hands gently pushed him onto the soft haypile, a cheeky look of admiration in his eyes as you straddled his lap and kissed him full on the lips. Your kissing grew sloppier and more needy as he pulled you against him, his denim clad hips rubbing against your own and in desperate need of just a little bit of friction.
"Aw fuck....." he hissed. "Gotta get this shit off."
You eagerly helped him push off his jacket, then his mint green flannel and the grey t-shirt he wore beneath, your hands roaming across his warm body, up and down his chest.
His hands roamed across your lower back, slipping up the fabric of your t-shirt to unhook your bra. He carefully pulled it off from under your shirt, pawing at your now freed breasts. Rhett pulled your t-shirt up and over your head before tossing it to the corner where his own lay in a heap.
"Oh honey," he groaned, your tits pressing against his own. "Feels so fuckin good, feelin your titties against mine."
You giggled a little before you trailed a kiss down his cheek and over his neck, ghosting across his collarbone and over his chest. Rhett sighed and moaned happily as you sucked and licked at his nipples, trailing over his sternum and down his belly.
"Wait......wait....." he said suddenly. "C'mere darlin......c'mere......"
You let your husband guide you up so that you were once again face to face as he pressed gentle little kisses to your lips. His belt clinked as you undid it, both of you freeing yourselves from the last few pieces of clothing.
"Want you to fuckin ride me," Rhett said, gently cupping your cheeks in his hands.
"You sure?" you asked with a sly grin.
He nodded before pressing another kiss to your lips.
With Rhett's guidance, you eased yourself onto his hard, throbbing cock. You gasped at how easily it slipped into your wet, aching pussy and how gently his big hands had gripped your waist.
"Easy, easy there darlin......here we go....."
You gasped at the sensation, the pleasant tingling between your legs as your hips started to rock back and forth. It hurt a little, but it was only because your husband was so big.
"Shhhhh.......sweetpea it's alright......" Rhett murmured, holding you close to his body, his hips rocking against your own, his gentle thrusts causing your stomachs to flutter. "Shhhh.......calm down now........there we go.......look at you takin me so well honey, I'm so proud of you......"
You pressed another kiss to his lips, overwhelmed by his praise. "You're too good to me Rhett," you sighed.
Rhett smiled into the kiss, taking careful pains to keep his own rhythm steady. "Shhhh darlin......." he hushed. "Wanna enjoy you........wanna feel you........there we go.......good girl.....damn honey, wanna fill you up so fuckin bad....."
You felt your legs clench and an explosion of warmth suddenly blooming between your legs, the both of you cumming at the same time. When you had both regained your senses, you helped clean each other up as best you could, snuggling under some of the barn blankets as you gently explored each other's bodies.
"You think it'll feel good to finally retire at thirty one?" you chuckled.
"(Y/n) I'm lookin forward to it," he said, pressing his lips to your forehead. "Still gotta work that teachin job at your school but it'll be worth it."
You leaned in and pressed a lingering kiss to his lips before you both fell asleep in each other's arms, the sounds of the peepers lulling you both to sleep and the moon shining in through the skylight above.
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The Animal Doctor Is In: Part 2 (Rhett Abbott x Reader)
Summary: There will always be room for one more at yours and Rhett's animal nursery
Warnings: Mentions of animal abuse and neglect, mentions of surgery, parenthood etc.
Tagging: @floydsmuse @callmemana @attapullman @bradshawsbaby
The sun shone through the windows in the small work room of yours and Rhett's home, the animals in their nursing boxes, resting and recovering from whatever ailments had befallen them. Bambi had gotten up from her bed to follow you into the kitchen, mooing up a storm because her lunch was barely a minute late.
"Now you cut that out," you chuckled, stooping to your knees to give her ear scritches and kisses. "Your lunch is coming."
The little dairy calf licked your face and tottered back to her bed, laying down and patiently waiting for her lunch. You wished there was a way you could get her to latch onto Abigail, her mother, but she was far too stubborn and too little, having been born three weeks earlier than normal. Wilbur slipped out of his little basket bed, oinking as he crawled into your lap for snuggles the same way Pinky and Alberto did most nights.
You checked on the latest patient in your care, a little field mouse that Royal had found in the chicken feed sack in the barn and who had a badly broken leg, no doubt from one of the barn kittens pouncing on him. You didn't doubt either that Timothy, the little mouse, would become one of your husband's familiars. Rhett was practically a field mouse magnet at any rate.
You heard the truck pulling up the driveway just as you were filling Timothy's little food bowl with sunflower seeds and blackberries. You peered out the window to see Rhett hurriedly opening one side of the door before your heard Royal hurrying down the stairs.
"Roy what's going on?" you asked. "Is everything ok?"
"Go meet Rhett out at the truck (y/n)," he told you. "I'll take care of the critters."
You nodded and handed Wilbur off to your father-in-law, the little piglet falling right asleep in the crook of Royal's elbow, as you slipped on your sandals and hurried out to meet Rhett.
"Here, sweetheart, jump in," he told you. "We've gotta hurry."
You jumped in the truck and no sooner had you done so, than Rhett pulled out of the driveway and shot around the turn that spilled onto the dirt road.
"Rhett what's wrong?" you asked. "Your dad came down the stairs in a hurry."
Rhett didn't say anything, not until you heard whimpering and high pitched whining in the back seat under one of the raggy old blankets.
Rhett nodded. "Poor little guy," he said. "I think he was a stray who got turned out and nobody noticed."
You and him pulled into the parking lot at the vet's office. You got out while Rhett gently took the bundled dog from the backseat. Danny Choi, one of the head surgeons, met you immediately and led you both to the back room.
"Alright what have we got here?" Danny asked.
"Got a stray that was picked up near Teddy King's barbershop," Rhett explained. "Just got my hair cut and I walked out to find this poor little guy."
You just about gasped when Danny pulled back the blanket. The poor dog, a red and white setter-spaniel mix, was so thin that his ribs were showing along with the ghastly mass that had grown in his mouth. You prayed with all hope that it hadn't been cancerous.
"Looks like he's got a bacterial abscess in his mouth," Danny concluded.
"Oh dear God," you said, relieved that it wasn't cancerous.
"Is that the good news?" Rhett asked.
"Yes and even more good news is it can be removed with surgery," Danny told you both. "I'll get the team together. The sooner we get it removed, the better."
You and Rhett waited for what seemed like hours, occasionally getting up to walk around or go to the diner across the street for a late lunch. Finally, you received the text from Danny that the abscess was removed and that the dog was finally coming out of his anesthesia.
"Thanks Danny," Rhett said as you gave your new canine friend a few scritches through his little screen. "Ya'll have done wonders."
"Just the job," Danny chuckled. "I'm gonna let the animal control officers know because this does look like a neglect case."
Rhett and Danny talked a few things over and since the dog didn't have anywhere to go, you two had offered to take him in. When the time came to take him home, you and Rhett found that he was thoroughly enjoying the new little chew rope he had gotten for a present.
"Jeez, he's enjoying that thing isn't he?" Rhett laughed on the ride home.
"Kind of reminds me of Chewbacca from The Empire Strikes back," you chuckled.
And right then and there, the name stuck.
No sooner were you home than Chewie was leaping from the truck and rushing inside, munching away at the homemade dog food in his bowl. You and Rhett had to watch him carefully, fearing that his stitches would pop if he ate too fast. To yours and Rhett's amazement, Chewie was as gentle and as tame with the littler animals as he could possibly be, although he had scared Alberto on more than one occasion.
You and Rhett set up his bed near the window so he could get the full amount of sunlight and even allowed Chewie to sleep at the foot of your shared bed. Royal and Cecelia loved having him around and so didn't Amy. Even though Amy was still a toddler, Chewie was unbelievably patient with her and even pulled her away from the fence on more than one occasion. You and Rhett earnestly filled out the formal adoption paperwork and got his tags and a collar for him some time later and there was no denying, that ever after, Chewie would always be a part of your family.
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Spring Sleep-In (Calvin Evans x Reader)
Summary: You and Calvin are suddenly awoken by your daughter and her partner in crime on a gorgeous morning, but you wouldn't have it any other way
Warnings: Mentions of pregnancy, parenthood, etc.
Tagging: @floydsmuse
You and Calvin were completely unaware of the rumpling of your bedcovers, least of all the soft little coos of your baby as she gripped and crawled her way up the foot of the bed with her binkie still in her mouth. Six-Thirty quickly rose from his spot on the bedroom rug, giving her a little nudge so she could get up and crawl between you and Calvin.
Calvin sneakily opened an eye about halfway and lay dead still with a sneaky grin on his face, his arm still snaked around your waist. Ellen smacked his arms playfully with her chubby little hands until Calvin's hand shot out and began tickling her belly. Her giggles erupted all throughout the room as Calvin kept at it, unable to control the smile breaking out on his face.
"Mornin princess," he chuckled, his voice still gravely and deep from sleep.
He picked up Ellen and drew her to him, kissing her little cheeks and gently rocking her in his arms. Calvin had remembered all too well the day you and him had come face to face with your precious little princess, a snowy day in December just two weeks before Christmas. She had been tiny, so, so tiny, but to you and Calvin, Ellen had been perfect.
Six-Thirty gave a low *WOOF!*, expecting his morning scritches from Calvin. "What?" he chuckled. "You thought I forgot?"
You rolled over and rubbed the grog out of your eyes. "Well good morning," you chirped, kissing Ellen's soft little cheeks. "Can't imagine how you got in mine and Daddy's bed."
Calvin laughed as Six-Thirty leapt onto the bed, licking Ellen's face which caused her to giggle even more. You gave yours and Calvin's beloved dog all the scritches he could ever ask for which had pleased him immensely. "You're gonna need a bath at some point," you laughed.
You and Calvin couldn't have imagined a better way to spend your morning, together in bed, on such a glorious spring morning. The trees outside had bloomed and so had the flowers, the sun shining over the street and the entire town, finally warm enough to bring Ellen outside for a change. And that was how it had gone, the three of you walking up and down the street, enjoying the day together.
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The Animal Doctor Is In (Rhett Abbott x Reader)
Summary: You and Rhett love when spring comes, but it's also when the house is at its busiest
Warnings: Parenthood, animal care, Rhett being Snow White coded
Tagging: @floydsmuse @callmemana @attapullman @sebsxphia @bradleybeachbabe @bradshawsbaby @rhettabbotts
You and Rhett were always happiest when spring rolled around, the land bursting with green, the buds on the trees popping and the garden sprouting back to life.
The house however, had become busier than usual with the arrival of all the new baby animals both on and off the Abbott land. So far, your makeshift nursery had consisted of a little dairy calf, a piglet who had been the runt of his litter, a male and female chihuahua who had been strays on the streets and two bunny rabbits who had yet to be introduced to the hutch, both the chihuahua and the female bunny ready to birth their litters any day now.
You were hard at work trying to feed the little calf that you and Rhett had carried into the house after she couldn't nurse from her mother. She sucked back her bottle like it was going out of style which made you laugh a little bit, when all of a sudden, Rhett came in through the mudroom with a cardboard box.
"Any more coming in?" you asked.
"Yep," Rhett answered. "Box of orphaned kittens found down by the library."
You helped the calf finish her bottle and went to see to the kittens who couldn't have been more than a few days old. They were so tiny, mewing like crazy as Rhett looked them over.
"Oh my Lord," Cecelia chuckled. "What'd Grumpy bring home now?"
"Found'em down by the library, Ma," he answered.
"Alright," Cecelia said. "I'm gonna go get Birdie out of the barn and see if she'll take to'em. Zipper won't be too happy. I'd see about Tiny and Willie, but they've just had a litter and can't do it."
You both waited for Cecelia to come back with the male and female barn cats and sure enough, Birdie took to them as though they were her own. Zipper, her mate, had gotten a rather funny look in his eyes which made you both laugh.
All day long, you and Rhett worked away to make sure the animals got what they needed. It was tiring at times, but worth it in the end. Birdie and Zipper didn't once leave their little cat pen or the kittens, not even when you let the dogs and the calf out into the yard to do their business. Pinky and Alberto were comfortable and content in their little box until after dinner when Alberto came charging up the stairs, yipping for you and Rhett to come downstairs. In less than an hour, Pinky had given birth to ten pups, each of them tiny, but adorable nonetheless. Not long after that came the bunnies, leaving you and Rhett to stay up well into the night to help.
By the next morning when Amy wakes up, you bring her downstairs to see the new babies and for as much as she'd like to pet them, you and Rhett aren't going to let her since she's still learning to be gentle. Sure, spring is chaotic, but as far as you and Rhett are concerned, it will always be your favorite time of year.
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Soft Springtime Prompts (All Prompts Are Open)
Ah spring fever, my favorite!!!!! A time of year when everything begins to open and come back after a long winter. Currently taking requests for Top Gun Maverick, Outer Range, Bad Times At The El Royale, Catch 22 (Hulu) Salem's Lot, Press Play, Lessons In Chemistry and Yellowstone.
Baby animals
"I think the bunnies have been working harder than usual"
Getting the garden ready
The kids playing in the dirt
Taking care of their s.o who's got spring allergies
Tending to the flowers or trees that someone in the family had planted
Switching the winter quilts for the spring ones
Farmer's markets
Opening up the greenhouses
"Your mother's starting her spring cleaning again"
Spring picnic
Spring baking
Mother's Day
Father's Day
Birds in the garden and the birdfeeder
Their s.o bringing home an old stone birdbath for the garden
Looking for eggs in a nest
Reading a classic novel beneath an old tree that their family members planted
The house becoming the baby animal nursery
Spring journal full of their s.o's writing and illustrations
Finally being able to go outside and enjoy their morning coffee
Culling dead trees and brush
Tending to the honeybee hives
An unexpected party
Making handmade lace for their daughters/nieces
Making flower chains and wreaths
Playing music in the garden
Herbal teas to help with allergies
Watercolor paintings
A shortcut to wild berries/mushrooms
Making homemade pottery with their s.o
The Mothers'/Fathers' Day gifts their kids made in school
Making floral print dresses for themselves and their little girls
Experiments in the greenhouse
Fresh bread
Spring dinner outside on the back porch
A wedding in spring
Running barefoot through the garden
Reading a story to their babies in the garden
Easter egg hunt
Wheel of the year
Here be faeries/fae
Decorating their baby's straw hat/ sleeping basket with flowers
"Keep your mitts off that blackberry pie mister!"
Being visited by the wild animals who know you and your s.o
"I'm pretty sure they're either an elf or a hobbit"
Visiting the tulip gardens
Spring barn dance
Picking a bouquet of wildflowers for their s.o while they're at work
Spring festivals at their child's school
#top gun maverick#pete maverick mitchell#bradley rooster bradshaw#natasha phoenix trace#mickey fanboy garcia#robert bob floyd#javy coyote machado#jake hangman seresin#reuben payback fitch#outer range#rhett abbott#royal abbott#cecelia abbott#amy abbott#bad times at the el royale#miles miller#catch 22 hulu#major major#salem's lot#ben mears#press play#harrison knott#lessons in chemistry#calvin evans#yellowstone#john dutton#beth dutton#rip wheeler#kayce dutton
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The Need For Weeds (Bob Floyd x Reader)
Summary: Bob learns a very valuable lesson from Meemaw about some things that are necessary for a garden
Warnings: Parenthood, mentions of pregnancy and breastfeeding etc.
Tagging: @floydsmuse @sebsxphia @bradshawsbaby @rhettabbotts @callmemana @attapullman
"Alright sweetheart," Meemaw told bob as they kept digging in the boxes. "Now remember, the flowers are all well and right, but there are some things that ya'll are gonna want in here."
"Oh?' Bob asked her.
"Yep," Meemaw answered brushing the dirt off her hands. "For one thing we're gonna need some lamb's ear, dandelion, clover. Definitely gonna want goldenrod, goosegrass and nettle."
"Aren't those all weeds though, Meemaw?" he asked her.
"Oh yes, but they'll keep out all the shit you don't want in here," she explained. "They're also good for spicin up stews, soups and other stuff in the kitchen. I've gotta lend ya'll Pawpaw's book of edible plants that he made when he was in Korea, you'll get a real kick outta that."
Bob laughed a little as he continued helping his grandmother in the garden while Auggie continuously ran back and forth with his little shovel, asking if he could dig yet. When Meemaw had told him no, he ran off to the sandbox to dig a hole of his own.
"Ya'll by any chance get some fish from the farmer's market yesterday?" she asked him.
"Yeah but it was for dinner for when you and Papa came over," Bob explained.
"Damn," Meemaw hissed under her breath. "That would've made the garden go nuts."
"Wait," Bob said. "We do have something in the greenhouse though."
He ran off to go and grab the watering can and the plastic container of liquid fertilizer, dumping just a little bit of the foul, fishy smelling substance in the bottom of the watering can.
"Oh good God this shit is FOUL," he chuckled, feigning a gagging noise.
"But it'll work," Meemaw told him.
All over the freshly planted flowers and vegetables it went, including the beds where Bob and his grandmother had planted the lamb's ear, dandelion, chicory and other weeds she had rattled off to him.
As he planted, he could hear you softly singing to Patrick, his soft little coos intertwined with your voice, coming from the open living room window. The birds that had nested in the crape myrtles had begun to sing, their tiny little chicks chirping as though they were singing with you. Bob swore he was looking and listening to heaven itself, surprising you as he poked his head in through the window to kiss you.
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Our Nest (Bob Floyd x Reader)
Summary: You and Bob are preparing for your little one's arrival and already, shenanigans have ensued
Warnings: Pregnancy, parenthood, Auggie being a menace etc.
Tagging: @floydsmuse @attapullman @callmemana @withahappyrefrain @rhettabbotts @sebsxphia and the lovely @bradshawsbaby my darling, I leave this as a little gift for you 🥰🥰🥰🥰
It was one of those gloriously warm spring days in Montana when all the flowers were in bloom, the windows of the house open to let in the breeze and the birds singing. The lilacs and the crape myrtles that you and Bob had planted after your wedding several years before had fully bloomed already, releasing their heady scents and causing more than a few sneezing fits.
Bob hummed a little as he organized the bookshelf in the corner of the nursery, right next to the rocking chair. Already Meemaw and Papa had sent over an old box of books that had been his when he was a baby, each one carefully picked with all the love in the world and inscribed with his date of birth and a message from Meemaw and Papa.
"Whatcha got Bob?" you asked folding one of the little blue onesies to put in the laundry.
"All the books that were mine when I was a baby," he answered. "Got Baby's Good Morning Book, Baby's Bedtime Book, Baby's Story Book, the Christmas Stories, Child's Story Book, Child's Fairy Tale Book, Peter Rabbit and.......looks like Winnie The Pooh too."
You couldn't help but ooh and aah over the books and their illustrations. You wished you could have a few of them to hang on the walls.
"Hey!" chirped a little toddler voice. "Get out me swamp!!"
You and Bob laughed when you saw Auggie running to the door with the kitchen broom as soon as the doorbell rang, when who should enter but Jake Seresin himself, greeted by his godson wielding a broom.
"Bob! I think Shrek's at it again!" Jake announced. "He's chasing me out of his swamp!"
"You're the one who had to show him that movie," Bob informed him.
Jake rolled his eyes as Auggie laughed and hugged his leg, hanging on for dear life and giggling like crazy as Jake lifted one leg and then the other.
"How goes Mommas?" Jake said, wiggling his eyebrows.
"Good, save for the fact that my husband is right there watching you," you chuckled.
"Hey it's called being courteous, it's technically not flirting," Jake explained.
"Although Natasha might disagree."
Jake made a noise that caught in his throat, his hand moving quickly to protectively cup his denim clad scrotum.
"That's what we thought," Bob said with a shit eating grin.
Jake gathered up Auggie to go and cause havoc elsewhere for the day, leaving you and Bob to finish putting together the nursery. You unpacked all the baby clothes, blankets, shoes and other things your family and friends had sent you over the last few months including adorable little bunnies, puppies, bears, elephants and duckies for your little boy.
"Oh remember this?" you laughed, unfolding one of the blankets from the box.
"Oh, my Uncle Red's wife made that years ago," Bob cooed, holding up the little ducky quilt. "I used to sleep with it every night and Mom had to wrestle it away just to wash it."
You and Bob shared a few laughs as you kept organizing and putting everything together. Outside, you could see two mountain bluebirds in the nest they had made in the crape myrtle, wondering if there were any eggs due to hatch. Already the chicks had begun to hatch while there were more horse and cow births happening at least twice a week. The bunnies too had been hard at work, their numbers multiplying in the last few weeks as well.
"Oof," you breathed, feeling your baby kick. "Oh I know little guy, you're ready."
Bob helped you up from where you had been sitting, letting you lean against him as his hand rested gently on your belly. "Did he drop?" he asked.
You nodded.
Bob smiled broadly as he knelt to kiss your bump. "Now you wait a minute mister," Bob chuckled. "There's still some things we need to get ready for you."
You laughed as Bob pressed a sweet kiss to your lips. He wasn't wrong. Even though you were days away from giving birth, there were still so many things to do in such a tiny time frame.
The next few days were spent prepping the house and finishing the nursery. The laundry and the last of your knitting went smoothly although your cats would have said otherwise. Bluey and Echo, Bob's two blue-heelers, had taken to fetching the oddest things from the other rooms which led to an odd assortment of everything piling up in the living room. But you wouldn't have had it any other way.
At last, the day had come, a warm and calm night when you woke up suddenly after your water broke unexpectedly. Jake and Natasha came to take Auggie back to their place for a while, while your midwife came to the house to help. Bob stayed with you the whole time, just as he had done with Auggie, letting you squeeze his hand as you relaxed in the warm bath.
At long last, on June 1st, at 1:30 in the morning, your sweet little boy, Patrick Lewis Floyd, was born; sharing a birthday with Bob's father Joe. As soon as you were back in yours and Bob's shared bed, he snapped a few photos and sent them to his parents, siblings and the Daggers. It's not long before his phone is flooded with messages, all from the proud aunts, uncles and grandparents of your new little boy.
Joe and Irene, Bob's parents, are proud as ever of their grandson and of you both, more so now that Joe can joke about Patrick being his birthday present for that year. His Meemaw and Papa are all too proud to be great-grandparents again, all of them offering to come by and help with whatever is needed.
You and Bob wake later the next day at the sound of Patrick's fussing in the little bedside bassinet, Bob carefully lifting him into his arms and bringing him to the window to hear the birds singing. Patrick calms right down as soon as he's heard the birds sing and as soon as he's latched onto you to feed.
And when you and Bob are snuggled in your shared bed with Auggie coming in to see his new baby brother, you are both overjoyed and happy at the little nest you've built together.
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The One Where Garfield Gets Stuck (Rhett Abbott x Reader)
Summary: You and Rhett wouldn't trade Garfield for the world, but it's very clear that he has one living brain cell left
Warnings: Parenthood, Rhett's cat being a dumbass etc.
Tagging: @floydsmuse @withahappyrefrain @callmemana @attapullman @bradleybeachbabe @bradshawsbaby
You happily worked away at the blackberry pie you had been making while Rhett worked away at his homework. "M'fuckin tired," he yawned.
"Take a break," you told him. "Your project isn't due till next week isn't it?"
"Yeah but it's still a pain in the royal ass," Rhett chuckled. "Can I try a little of that?"
"Use.......the spoon," you reminded him when you saw him trying to stick his fingers in the pie mixture.
Rhett feigned a pouty face, stuck his tongue out and took the spoon, albeit unwillingly. "Oh wow that's good," he remarked after trying it.
"Doesn't need anymore sugar or anything right?" you asked him.
Rhett shook his head. "That's perfect," he said. "Is that my Aunt Mariah's recipe?"
"None other," you answered with a laugh.
A loud meow suddenly caught your attention along with the scritching of claws. "Garfield," you and Rhett both said at once.
Sure enough, you and Rhett found Garfield with his little orange butt stuck between the stair rails. "What the fuck cat?" Rhett laughed. "How'd ya'll get yourself stuck this time?"
Garfield kept meowing, but it was no use. Rhett tried everything in his power to get his ass unstuck from the stair rails but it was no use. Garfield was completely stuck.
"Ya'll know what we're gonna have to do right?" Rhett concluded.
"We got any olive oil?" you asked him.
"Nope."
"Alright," you sighed. "I'll go get the butter."
It took you, Rhett and four whole sticks of butter before Garfield finally came loose from between the stair rails with a noticeable *POP!*. You and Rhett cleaned up as best you could, making sure Garfield was thoroughly washed off before you let him skitter up to your shared bedroom. Not even a few minutes later, Royal came through the door, having just picked Amy up from the Waldorf school where she attended preschool and where Rhett attended the adult learning courses on the weekends.
"Holy shit," he laughed, opening up the fridge. "Where the hell did all the butter go?"
"Cat got stuck in between the stair rails," Rhett answered, going back to attend to his homework.
"In the stair rails?
Rhett nodded.
Royal laughed and shook his head. "Knew that cat had only one brain cell left when he started talkin to the crow who sits on your Ma's birdfeeder."
You and Rhett agreed one hundred percent, but you wouldn't have it any other way.
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hi mary! could i please get listening about their day whilst lightly massaging the knots in their back with rip! please and thank you!🤍
RACHEL DAHLING OF COURSE!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am so sorry this is so late in coming but here it is!!! (lol).
"Oooooh myyyyy Goood," you groaned pleasurably, your voice muffled by the couch cushions.
"Hope I'm gettin it all," Rip chuckled.
"Tell me a story Daddy," you laughed.
Rip told you everything he could possibly remember about his day, about the goings on with the hands, the successes and fuckups that happened along the way.
"And that is the last fuckin time I let Ryan reach inside a cow and turn the calf," he laughed.
"Oh God that's disgusting!" you exclaimed.
"Ya'll don't know the half of it mommas," Rip chuckled. "Both of us still reek."
You listened to your husband while he rubbed the kinks and knots out of your shoulders, not caring in the least how mundane it was. You were only too glad to hear it, especially after a long day.
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The One Where Abe Gets A House (Calvin Evans x Reader)
Summary: Your friend Sandy's father-in-law wins a house on a crooked game show and Calvin and the other guys have to go and help him with the renovations
Warnings: Mentions of birth, parenthood, etc.
Tagging: @floydsmuse
You kissed Calvin awake as the sun broke through the window of your shared bedroom. Ellen hadn't awoken yet but already, Six-Thirty had come trotting in with his leash, begging to go out for a walk.
"Do I have to get up?" he mumbled, his voice deep from sleep.
"If you don't Ellen will wake you herself," you chuckled, rolling on top of him.
Calvin laughed a little, kissing you deeply as his hands caressed the swell of your bare ass under your slip.
Your morning makeout session was suddenly interrupted by the ringing of the house phone down in the kitchen. Calvin rolled his eyes as he hurried down the back stairs that led into the kitchen, finally able to pick up and silence that infernal ringing.
"Hello?" he groaned sleepily.
"Cal it's Joel," said the voice on the other end.
"Joel? What gives? It's seven-thirty on a Saturday."
"My father's gone nuts! Nuts I tell you!"
"Aw hell, did he make something explode again?"
"No, remember last week when he was on Funny Phrase?"
"The game show?"
"Yeah, Dad ratted on'em when he found out they were rigged," Joel explained. "But that was after he won a house."
"Wait, wait, he won a house?"
"Yeah down on the corner of Laurel and Stowe Street."
Calvin had to think for a second, but then his eyes went wide when the realization hit him. "No!" Calvin exclaimed. "Not that fucking deathtrap of a house!"
"Yes that fucking deathtrap of a house," Joel answered back. "And I have a feeling he's gonna want help fixing it."
Calvin made a face, pinching his nose as he threw his head back and sighed. "Ok.......I'll be down in twenty," he said before hanging up the phone.
"You ok?" you chuckled when he noticed you on the stairs.
"I swear to God, the older Abe gets, the less sane he becomes," Calvin groaned.
You laughed as he went upstairs to shower and throw on some work clothes and go help Abe and the others. So much for taking Six-Thirty for a walk that morning.
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Calvin made his way to the corner of Laurel and Stowe Street and sure enough there was everyone's cars parked near the sidewalk under the shade of the trees and hedges. God the place was a dump......a dilapidated......fucking.......dump.
"Is he in there?" Calvin asked when he saw Joel on the front steps.
"Been in there for hours," Joel answered. "I swear to God this place is gonna be the death of us. My mother already yelled at him once this morning."
Calvin snorted. "She didn't throw anything at him did she?"
"No but she came close," Joel answered. "Glad I wasn't there or I would've been an accessory to murder."
Calvin laughed and followed him up the creaky front steps. He turned the little knob, expecting it to open, but instead, it fell right off the rusty hinges.
"Aw fuck me," Joel sighed. "Dad! The door came off again!"
"Let it fall! It's not worth anything anyhow!" Abe called from around the corner.
Calvin followed Joel into the house and was met with a mess, one of the worst messes he had ever seen in his life. The place was dilapidated as shit, but the inside had appeared to be something out of a contractor's worst nightmare, the floorboards warped beyond all human reasoning, the walls graffitied and covered in a pattern that did not appear to be anything from paint.
"Something clearly croaked and went to hell in here," Calvin remarked.
"That's what Lee said when he walked in here," Joel chuckled.
Lee Shang came out of the dump of a kitchen, his toolbelt around his waist and a crowbar in his hand. "You guys got roped into this too?"
Cal and Joel nodded.
"Good you can gimme a hand in the kitchen."
In they went, shoveling and sweeping away the rubbish and throwing it out the back kitchen door, all the while throwing the shop-talk back and forth.
"Dad and his hairbrained schemes," Joel muttered. "I'm afraid to go home when Ma's done with her mah-jongg session."
"Have him come to my place," Lee chuckled. "My grandmother-in-law will hit him with her sandal."
"We're not hiding him at our place either," Calvin laughed as he began busting a hole in the grossly old sheetrock. "Any of the ladies are still there, they're gonna let him have it."
Henry and Abe came in to help them a few minutes later and when it was time to head for home, the closed up what they could and headed back, eager for dinner and a shower.
"Listen son, thank you for heading over, I know it's a pain but we appreciate it," Henry told him.
"No worries, Dad," Calvin answered.
The sound of someone shouting Abe's name came from two houses down, the front door flying open as he came flying out with a terrified look on his face.
"Hide me!" he shouted. "Hide me please!"
"You're not hiding at our place!" Henry and Calvin both told him, laughing as Rose came out hot at his heels and wielding the dreaded dishtowel.
You came out onto the front porch with Pat and Henny, Ellen having just awoken from her afternoon nap as she wriggled in your arms.
"What the damn hell did that knucklehead do now?" Henny asked when she saw the sight.
"I'll have to ask Rose when she calms down," Pat answered. "I've got a feeling it was something stupid again."
Calvin and Henry joined you on the porch, laughing at the sight of Rose chasing her husband and the obscenities that spilled out of their mouths.
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A Family Affair (Calvin Evans x Reader)
Summary: Having Calvin's entire family plus close friends under the roof for Easter is never an easy thing, but it's always well worth it
Warnings: Mentions of pregnancy, birth, parenthood etc.
Tagging: @floydsmuse
The church bells pealed as soon as morning services were done. You and Calvin stepped out into the bright morning sunlight, wanting to hang back and share a few words with Father McDowell, but when you heard that the rest of Calvin's family was going to be descending on the house, you two had thought it best to get home quick.
"So remind me again who's coming for dinner?" you chuckled on the way to the car.
"Aunt Marge called this morning and said she and Uncle Lenny were coming," Calvin answered.
You adjusted a squirming Baby Ellen in your arms as she grasped your favorite necklace in her chubby little hand. "So that makes......twenty people for dinner," you squeaked.
"Give or take," Cal said, biting his lip.
That had been perfectly fine by you. Marge had always been good to both you and Calvin and had come by numerous times to help you when Ellen had first been brought home from the hospital. "How much do you wanna bet that Mother Powers will have a tale or two to tell about Mrs. Burns?"
"And if we hear Helen McDowell shouting from across the street, we'll know what happened," he laughed.
Home you headed where Six-Thirty was eagerly awaiting your return on the porch. He practically jumped the front steps and ran to you both, begging for scritches.
"Well, look who's home," Pat greeted cheerfully as you both entered the house. "How'd everything go?"
"As good as it could go Ma," Calvin said, hugging his mother.
"Excellent," Pat remarked. "Your father and I will be going in a few minutes, I just had to put the roast in the oven and have it set for later tonight."
"Patricia!" Henry called from the stairs. "Have you seen my good suit?"
"Your suit's at the cleaners!" she replied.
"Well then what the hell am I supposed to wear to Easter Mass?"
"Wear your damn dress blues that's what they're for!"
Calvin snorted and silenced a laugh that had caught in his throat. "Don't let your father hear that," Patricia warned him.
"I'm not saying anything," Calvin responded.
"Good because I'll be sure to hear about it later," Patricia said as she put the finishing touches on one of the desserts.
You and Calvin set up Ellen's little playpen in the dining room so you could keep an eye on her while Calvin decided to walk Six-Thirty up and down the block a few times. The doorbell rang and who should appear but Marie Bianchi, a close friend of Pat's.
"Good morning dear, Happy Easter," Marie said as she happily greeted you. "I brought a little something for dinner later."
"Marie you didn't have to do this," you told her.
"Oh dahling I insist," Marie said, he Long Island drawl revealing itself. "You and Calvin all have enough on your plates as is, I thought Louie and I would be of some help."
You gasped when you lifted back the tin foil and saw what was inside the casserole pan that had been set on the kitchen counter. "Is that your green bean casserole?"
"None other," Marie answered.
"Marie......."
"I make it every year for Easter and special occasions," she explained. "Secret is never use the frozen stuff, you either get the beans fresh in the produce section or grow it yourself."
The door rang again and this time Henny King had shown up in her purple Easter dress and favorite hat. "That is it!" she announced. "My knuckleheaded grandson has done it now!"
"Oh dear, what'd he do now?" Marie laughed.
"That clueless birdbrain done stole my good jade ring outta my jewelry box because he was plannin on proposin to one of the girls down in front at church this mornin," Henny explained, hanging up her purse and hat on the hooks near the door.
"Oh Henny not again," you laughed.
"Uh-huh and I swore Paul was gonna let him have it that time," Henny answered.
"Didn't you tell him that you were going to leave it to him though dear?" Marie asked.
"When I'm dead Marie, when I'm good and dead," Henny reminded her. "Now what's left for cookin (y/n)? I heard Pat had to run out for a while and where in the hell is Calvin? He oughtta be in here beatin the eggs like they owe you money."
"He went out for a run with Six-Thirty," you told her. "I can handle it."
"Child I know you love him but sometimes you've gotta show'em who the real boss of the house is," Henny joked.
"Oh he knows Henny, don't worry."
"I'm only jokin honey," she said with a wave of her hand. "Now lets get to it before the house gets too crowded."
And the house did get crowded with more family and friends arriving shortly after. Mei Shang and her sister Betty showed up with their grandmother, all three heading into the kitchen to help even though every one of you had insisted that Nainai get off her feet, only to be met with her stubborn remark about how her feet weren't bad and that she was just old. Aunt Marge had already put in appearance along with Rose, Sandy and Joel, with the latter having gone off to find Calvin.
"Alright, it is done and it is PERFECT," Rose declared happily. "Sandy and I were up all night trying to get it done."
"Oh my Lord this is perfect!" Marge exclaimed, adjusting Ellen an little in her arms. "Rose you always spoil us with your cookies."
"I make'em every year when Cal, (Y/n), Pat and Henry come and celebrate Passover with us," Rose said. "Really, it's the least I can do when we come here."
You and the ladies all chattered away as you kept working on the dinner prep and when Calvin, Lee and Joel all came traipsing in through the door with Six-Thirty, you all shooed them away to the living room.
Pat and Henry returned with more family and friends showing up behind them. Before long, your house was full of family and friends who had come from across town to spend Easter Sunday with you. All over the yard, you and Calvin had hidden little egg shaped stones you had gotten at the O'Neil's craft store and painted yourselves for the nieces and nephews to find and collect in their baskets. Plenty of photos were taken while Louie Bianchi had run around with his video camera to capture the memories himself. Calvin's niece, Lucy, and Betty Chin's daughter, Joy, were both excited to show you the eggs they had found, running to you every time they found one.
"Alright you two," Louie Bianchi said to his granddaughter and her best friend. "Big smiles! You're ready for your close ups!"
"Oh Louie leave them alone for God's sake!" Marie told him.
You and Calvin laughed, but you couldn't deny that Lucy looked adorable in her mint green dress and Joy in her little pink and green qipao with the tiny jade frog buttons.
Not since Christmas had the house been this full of joy and laughter, the festive air infectious. When it was finally time for dinner, hardly a seat was empty in the dining room. Calvin stood up and the whole room fell silent with all eyes on him.
"I can't thank you guys enough for all you've done," he said. "You're all like family to us and (y/n) and I wouldn't have it any other way. You were there with us from the beginning and I know you'll all be there until the end. So here's to all of you and the years ahead. May they be just as happy as today is."
Everyone thundered with approval, happy and grateful to be together. But no one could be happier than you and your husband.
"I love you sweetheart," he whispered, kissing the side of your head.
"Love you too Cal," you answered, kissing him back.
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