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Rock a Bye Professor

Part Three

Read part one here, part two here

Rating: 18+ MINORS DO NOT INERACT.

Warnings: Direct mentions of sex, birth control, missed period, nausea, vomiting, pregnancy and abortion. Professor/Student trope at college level. Both consenting adults. Don't like it, don't read. Thank you!

You sat in the waiting room at the doctor’s office, checking your watch. Joe was running behind for the baby’s appointment. You looked around as you bit your lip. This was an important appointment, hoping you’d get to hear the heartbeat today. There were a lot of pregnant women who were further along than you and some with babies. It hit you like a ton of bricks that soon, that would be your life. Your phone rang easily, bringing you out of your thoughts.

“Hello?”

“Hey, love. Running a little behind. Had to leave class early. They haven’t called you back yet, have they?”

“No, not yet.”

“I am coming. Turning up the hill now.”

“Don’t speed, our baby needs its daddy.”, you smirked easily.

“Don’t wanna miss this, love.”

You laughed easily, feeling the happiest you had been in a long time. You all were really doing this. You all were going to have a baby together.

“I’m getting ready to park. I’ll be in shortly. I love you.”

“I love you.”

The phone clicked off easily as you stared down at your lap. The closer it got to your appointment, the more anxious you became. What if something was wrong with the baby? What if it no longer had a heartbeat? You’d feel so guilty having Joe here to be part of that. You shook your head, trying to shake away the negative thoughts as you looked up to see him rushing over to you.

“Hey, love. Sorry, I’m late.”

Joe was in black slacks and a green sweater along with his black blazer. It was cold outside today, nearing twenty degrees. The scent of his cologne already hit your nose, sending chills down your spine. It was like home. How did you manage to stay away from him for weeks?

You stood up to hug him before you both shared a small kiss. “It’s fine. I’m just glad you’re here.”

You both sat down and he took your hand easily, thumbing over your hand. You smiled up at him, his brown eyes shining. He looked so happy and ecstatic.

“Have you been feeling okay today?”

“After this morning, I’ve felt alright. I didn’t eat before I left.”

“You’ve not eaten anything?”

Concern was evident in his voice, his brows raising in surprise.

“No, I was too nauseous.”

He sighed softly. “Did you throw up after I left?”

You shook your head. “No, just super nauseated.”

While you and Joe were waiting, he picked up a maternity magazine and began flipping through it. You watched him easily as he began skimming over a few things. He was wearing his glasses or otherwise, he would have to squint to read.

“Did you know that our baby’s eyes are half closed but can react to light?”

You smiled. “No.”

“Yeah, that’s amazing. At only ten weeks old.”

It was cute how excited he was becoming about the baby, now that he knew. You watched as he continued reading, leaning back in the chair.

“Y/F/N Y/L/N.”, the nurse called out as she opened the door, catching your attention.

Joe laid the magazine down, and you both rose up from your chairs. Joe let you go first, disappearing behind the door. He followed. The nurse checked your weight and vital signs before taking you back to a private room. She asked you a few questions about how things had been going—how you were eating, if you were having a lot of morning sickness, the usual. Next, she told you the doctor would be in shortly. The nurse gave you a gown, you undressed easily before getting back on the table.

The door closed, leaving you and Joe alone in the room. You sat on the exam table, holding your very small bump. If you could even call it a bump. It wasn’t long before a knock came to the door, the doctor entered and introduced herself.

“Hey Y/N, how have things been going? This must be your husband?”, she asked, looking up at Joe.

Before you had the chance to answer, he did for you. “Not yet. Boyfriend and baby daddy.”

Not yet? What did he mean by that? You looked at him, surprised.

“Okay,”, she began as she sat down on her stool. “Have you decided about what you’re going to do?”

“We’re keeping the baby.”, you breathed easily as Joe took your hand and kissed your forehead.

She looked surprised before nodding. “So, you’d like to see your baby today? You’re ten weeks. Vitals look good, weight is still okay. You’ve lost a pound since your last appointment. Have you been having morning sickness?”

You looked at Joe easily before answering. “We’d love to see the baby. And I have been having a lot of morning sickness.”

The doctor scribbled some notes. “I’ll write you some Zofran for nausea. Any other symptoms?”

“Just normal ones.”, you sighed.

She nodded. “Alright, well we will do another ultrasound today to check on the baby, see how it’s growing. So if you’ll lay back for me and pull your gown up, I’ll turn off the lights and we’ll look at your baby.”

You nodded as you laid back, Joe pulling the sheet over your legs right at your pelvis. Your belly was exposed, and he gave it a small rub before the doctor came back.

“Alright—really cold gel.”

She squirted the gel on your belly, causing chills to instantly cascade down your spine. You tried to take a deep breath and relax, but your baby was on your mind. You needed to know if your baby was alright. Joe smiled softly at you, holding your hand. His eyes were glued to the blank screen as the doctor placed the transducer on your belly, running it over, looking for the perfect view of your baby. The screen was hues of black and white, the swish and swoosh sounds running together as she searched for your baby.

Her eyes were narrowed, she was focused. Joe rubbed your arm with his other free hand, trying to soothe you. He knew deep down inside, you were worried. Truth was, he was nervous too. He wanted to see his baby. He was chomping at the bits, ready to see his baby. The baby you both had made together.

All of a sudden, she found your baby. Its small arms and legs which were beginning to form came into view, along with its head and small body. Joe laughed, shocked and amazed while his brown eyes glanced over at you. You were smiling back before you both turned your attention back to the screen.

“Ah, here it is—here’s your baby.”, your doctor smiled, beginning to capture some pictures for you both to take home.

“Look at its little arms.”, you smiled at Joe, sniffling easily.

He sniffled, you could see the tears pooling in his brown eyes before he smiled at you. “And it’s little body.”

You giggled. “It’s really our baby.”

He smiled before he leaned down to share another kiss with you, brushing your hair out of your face easily. “Sure is, baby.”

Suddenly, the sound of the baby’s heartbeat filled the room, once again gaining your attention. Joe smiled, a tear sliding down his cheek.

“Our baby’s heartbeat.”, he smiled, his voice hardly above a whisper.

“I know.”, you smiled, sniffling.

Joe wiped the stray tear that was sliding down your cheek.

“It’s such a beautiful sound.”

“It is, isn’t it?”

The rhythm of your baby’s heartbeat was displayed on the screen. The doctor was printing everything as she smiled at you both.

“Everything looks good. Baby’s measuring about a week ahead, but it looks perfectly healthy. Heartbeat is 140. Perfect.”, she smiled as she prepared to shut off the machine.

You took a sigh of relief before you and Joe shared another kiss.

“Alright. I’ll see you back in four weeks. Hopefully, then, we’ll get to find out the gender of your baby. Call the office if you need anything. I’ll send in your prescription for Zofran to your pharmacy. Okay? Here’s the pictures of your baby.”, she smiled as she handed the printouts to you, Joe instantly looking over your shoulder at them.

The doctor left, allowing you to get dressed. Joe grabbed your waist from behind, placing a kiss on your neck. “Wanna grab some lunch and coffee?”

“Isn’t caffeine bad for the baby?”, you smirked as he felt your belly.

“One cup of coffee is okay. About twelve ounces. That’s what they recommend that you drink.”, he mumbled as he placed soft kisses on your neck, sending chills down your spine.

“I guess I could eat.”, you smirked easily.

“You need to. You’re eating for two.”, he smirked as you opened the door, ready to leave.

“Okay, I’ll eat.”

You both decided on the small cafe in town, most people didn’t go there to hang out. Especially from college. So, it felt safe to go there to eat and relax after seeing the baby and hearing its heartbeat. It was a happy day, one to celebrate. You rode with Joe, he parked on the street. Joe got out first, opening your door. You thanked him, still not used to a man doing nice things for you. But Joe was different—he went out of his way to make you feel cared about. He grabbed your hand before holding the door open, allowing you to both enter the small cafe.

The weather was freezing, causing you to shiver. You pulled your coat closer, teeth chattering inside your mouth. Joe rubbed your shoulders easily as you both looked at the menu, trying to decide what to order. You decided on a chicken salad croissant, coffee, and water. Joe decided on a salad and tea. It was going to be a light lunch, but he promised to make dinner for you. After Joe pulled your chair out, you both sat down. He grabbed your hands from across the table, acting like you were both love-drunk teenagers.

They brought your drinks and food to the table, leaving you both to talk.

“So, are you gonna stay over tonight?”, Joe stirred in his salad, mixing the vegetables with the dressing.

“Yeah, if you want me to.”

“Of course, I want you to. I wanna look at pictures of our baby while we’re laying in bed and start trying to guess what it will be.”

You smirked as you took a sip of water. “You do?”

“Yes, love. Sound like a good night to you?”

You nodded before taking a bite of your croissant, looking up at the register.

“Shit.”, you hissed, almost dropping your croissant.

“What?”, Joe asked easily, instantly worried.

“There’s Haleigh from class. What do—what do we do?”

Panic instantly began to coarse through your veins. Joe could read the panic in your eyes, letting go of your hand easily. You instantly saw the disappointment in his eyes as his happy, giddy mood slightly faded as he looked down at his salad. It pained him to have to continuously hide this, but he understood. With the baby coming, he didn’t want to lose his job and didn’t want you kicked out of college. You instantly felt guilty for ruining his mood—or at least you felt like you had.

“Just act natural.”, he said softly, continuing to stare down at his salad.

You took a sip of your water, trying to wash down the bite of chicken salad croissant you almost choked on. You held your breath as your classmate and your boyfriend’s student finished ordering, praying that there was some slight hope she might miss you all, maybe she wouldn’t notice you. That would be the best-case scenario, but things are not looking good right now.

But all your efforts were futile.

“Oh hey Y/N!! And—Professor Quinn?”

You looked up, seeing Joe’s eyes close at the sound of his name. Now, you all would have to come up with a cover.

“Oh hey—Haleigh. Nice to see you out in town.”, you smiled, praying you were a good liar.

“Yes—nice to see you, Haleigh.”, Joe smiled softly.

“So—is this like a study date? Or what?”, Hayleigh laughed easily, but there was some jealousy evident in her voice.

You knew there were a lot of students that lusted after him. You could see it in their eyes when they watched him turn to write on the board, biting their lip as they stared at his ass, giggling softly. It made you burn with jealousy and part of you worried that he would find a new flavor of the month, forgetting you completely. So far, he hadn’t. He still loved and cared about you. There were some of the same girls who asked him for tutoring sessions after class, making sure to show a little extra cleavage. It was one of the reasons he was home late sometimes.

Were there nights when you worried that things had gone too far? That he had allowed the girls to take things too far? That the tutoring session may have progressed to something more. The thought plagued you, but you never let him know about your doubts and fears.

“Oh—I saw Y/N here and she asked if I wouldn’t mind running over a few things with her—if I could spare my dinner time and I agreed.”

Hayleigh laughed easily. “Oh—I was gonna ask the same, Professor Quinn. Could you spare next Thursday evening? Maybe after our night lab?”, she twirled a piece of her hair, smiling as she bit her lip.

Joe smiled easily, but your smile soon faded into a frown.

“Yes, get with me after class on Thursday.”, he nodded.

“Thanks so much, Professor Quinn. Can’t wait.”

She walked off and exited the cafe, him breathing a sigh of relief. Your smile was still a frown, taking a sip of your coffee.

“What’s wrong, love?”, Joe asked.

“Nothing.”

“It’s something. Tell me.”

“You’re agreeing to tutor Hayleigh after your late lab.”

“You’re upset?”

You didn’t make eye contact with him, taking another sip of your coffee.

“Y/N, this is my job. It’s nothing like that.”, he breathed.

“Not right now.”

Joe scoffed easily. “Love, I would never—”

Your voice cracked, and your eyes instantly began to swell up with tears. “You say that now. But I’m gonna get all fat and pregnant and hormonal—God, it’s already starting.”

Leaning on the table, you already put your head in your hands and began to cry.

“Baby.”, he breathed softly, feeling instantly horrible for seeing you cry.

Your eyes were still closed as you waved him off, trying to make him stop.

“I love you, Y/N. Yes, you’re pregnant. But you’re having my baby. And it’s normal for you to feel emotions you’re not used to feeling. That’s normal. Your body’s changing, love. I know all about the process, trust me. And I want to be here with you and be there with you through it.”, he took your hands, rubbing his thumbs across them.

You looked up at him, hair slightly in your eyes. “You mean it?”

“Of course, love. I love you.”

“I love you, Joe.”

“Now, let’s go home. Maybe take a bath together and lay in bed and talk about our baby.”, he smirked.

“Don’t you have papers to grade?”, you laughed lightly, blinking the tears out of your eyes.

“They can wait.”

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After arriving home, Joe took it upon himself to run a bath for you. You sat on the bed, only in the robe he had bought for you to leave at his house. There were subtle signs you were at his house, him asking you to leave a few things to show you wanted to be there. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to be there, but you weren’t used to feeling this way about someone and your last relationship wasn’t exactly a fairy tale or anything like your current one.

“Hey babe! Bath’s ready!”, Joe called from the bathroom.

You got off the bed easily, making your way into the bathroom to find Joe standing there completely naked already, wearing nothing but a smile on his face. Your mouth dropped easily, but you tried to fix your face quickly. The lights were off except for the candles he had lit.

“Mind if I join?”, he breathed easily.

“No—not at all.”, you smiled back as he took you into his arms, beginning to kiss your neck softly as his hands wandered down to find your tie on the robe and began to undo it gently as you both shared soft kisses.

One thing about Joe was he made everything sensual and romantic and you loved that about him. He never failed to be romantic, even sending flowers anonymously to your dorm for your birthday.

Once he undid the tie on your robe, he slid it off your shoulders and allowed it to fall to the ground, now leaving you completely naked. He pulled you flush against him, instantly feeling his hard-on against your thigh.

“Ready for the bath?”, he whispered between kisses.

You nodded. “Are you sure you don’t want to just forego it and move to the bedroom?”

He broke the kiss. “And miss a chance to bath with my sexy girlfriend? No chance.”

You smirked as he helped you over into the bathtub, you scooting to the front instinctively to allow him to get behind you. You closed your eyes as he slipped in the tub behind you, instantly pulling you against him. You felt his rock-hard cock press into your back as he began to pour water over your body, instantly making you sharply inhale and you felt your nipples growing hard from the contrast of the warm water and cold air.

“Just relax, baby. Gonna take real good care of you.”

You hummed in response as you sank into him further.

“It’s so sexy you’re carrying my baby.”, he breathed as he grabbed some bubbles, dumping them into the water.

“Yeah?”, you breathed, closing your eyes.

“Oh yeah. Can’t wait until your belly grows and you get that cute little bump.”, he breathed as he kissed your neck.

You laughed lightly in response. “So I can be fat?”

“No—you’re gonna look all cute and sexy carrying my baby. Gonna be hard to keep my hands off during class.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”, he confirmed as his thick, broad hands began to roam your chest, finding your breasts and cupping them with his hands.

“Are they still sore?”

“Not—as bad.”, you breathed.

“Mhmm….wanna rub them, play with them….”, he moaned softly into your ears, his breath tickling your ear, sending chills down your spine. “If that’s okay with you…..”

“Yeah….”, you hummed, relaxing further into into him while spreading your legs instinctively.

“Already spreading your legs for me?”, he teased as he placed soft kisses on your neck.

His left hand left your left breast, cascading down your belly until it found your clit, his fingers instantly slipping inside. His right hand stayed on your right breast, kneading it while pinching your nipple with his thumb and pointer finger.

“Is that what you wanted, love?”

You nodded breathlessly, humming. “Feels so good, Joe.”

“Because….”, he chuckled. “I know your body so well, don’t I baby?”

You nodded. “Mhmmm….so good.”

He chuckled as his fingers simultaneously worked inside your clit all while playing with your nipple twisting it and rubbing it just as he knew you loved it. You couldn’t hold back your pleasurable moan, feeling like you were on cloud nine. The rest of the world around you both didn’t matter. Nothing else matters to him except pleasuring you and worshipping your body. He loved you more than anything else in the world and he wanted a chance to prove it to you.

Before another moan could escape, his fingers left your clit abruptly causing you to whine at the loss of contact.

“Don’t worry, baby. It’s still gonna feel really good….spread those legs a little more for me…..”

You did as he asked, feeling his fingers slip inside your wet slick, working in and out of your cunt causing a gasp to elicit from your lips.

“Like that baby?”, he placed more kisses on you, continuing to multitask and doing a damn good job at it.

You nodded, inhaling sharply. For once, everything else was melting away.

“Good girl, such a good girl.”

His words sent chills down your spine, making your stomach twist into knots.

“Joe…..”

“You know, we still gotta make sure you pass. Gotta get you graduated before our baby comes.”, his hand moved from your breast, rubbing your belly softly.

“Been doing good…..in all my classes…..”

“I know, baby. You have…..I’m very proud of you.”

You had to admit it made you all giddy and horny just to hear him praise you.

“Gonna be cutting it close……”, you breathed.

“About?”, he hummed.

“Graduation—keeping this baby in until then.”

He sighed softly. “You know what the doctor will recommend if you’ve not gone into labor, don’t you?”

“What?”

“Sex.”

“You’re kidding.”

“No, seriously. I’ve been reading.”, he smirked.

You rolled your eyes playfully, feeling his finger diving deeper into your cunt. Your back arched as you let out a drawn-out sigh.

“You’ve already—been reading about the baby?”

“Of course, I have. I mean—I do know a lot from being an anatomy professor and all, but when it’s your baby—there’s just something about that.”, he breathed before kissing your neck.

You couldn’t help but smile at his words, he was excited about having a baby. The situation was going completely opposite of what you would have imagined it would have. He wanted this with you. He wanted to be a dad.

“It’s really sexy that you want this. Can’t wait for you to be a dad.”

“Mhmmm, me too.”, he hummed, placing soft and slow kisses on your neck.

You could feel your nipples harden at the rush of his touch. You sighed into him, the only sounds feeling the room were the subtle splashes of water as he worked his fingers in and out of you. He felt you spread your legs wider, giving into him.

“You really want this, don’t you?”

“Yes.”, you moaned.

“Right now?”, he breathed against your neck.

“Yes, please. Don’t—can’t wait.”, you swallowed hard.

He chuckled softly. “Don’t you want a bath, baby?”

“Just gonna be made a mess again.”

“Mhmm, want me to take you to bed and fuck you properly? Is that it?”, the speed of his fingers increasing.

You nodded, your plea drawn out. “Please.”

“Alright, love. Your wish is my command.”, he breathed as his fingers slid out just as fast as they had entered.

You whimpered at the loss of his fingers inside of you. He easily stood up in the bathtub, getting out. You felt yourself fall back against the rim of the bathtub, taking him in. You bit your lip as you admired his perfect ass, his perfect broad shoulders. Your chest was heaving just at the sight in front of your eyes. He grabbed a towel, quickly getting most of the water off before grabbing another for you. He came over to the tub, smiling at you.

“Ready love?”

You nodded before he kissed you deeply. He helped ease you out of the water as he wrapped the towel around your body. He held you in his arms, making you feel protected. You felt the cold air hit your body, shivers cascading down your body as your nipples hardened causing them to ache slightly.

“Let’s go to bed, baby.”, he breathed as he kissed you softly and slowly.

He picked you up easily, causing you to laugh before you wrapped your legs around his waist. Both of your lips crashed into one another, chaotic and full of desire. His hands slipped under your ass, not missing the chance to feel up on it. He somehow managed to grab the light switch on your all’s way out of the bathroom, flipping it off before ending up in his master bedroom. He had a very dim light just enough for you all to find your way to the bed. He eased you down on the bed, breaking the kiss.

Your hair was still wet but neither of you cared. Your towel loosened up, not leaving much to his imagination. His was long gone, still in the bathroom. His cologne mixed with his natural musk still managed to tickle your nose, causing your stomach to twist into knots. It wasn’t hard to imagine how you ended up pregnant in the first place.

“Fuck, you look so beautiful.”, he smiled, brushing a piece of damp hair out of your face.

“Whatever.”, you laughed easily, smiling up at him.

“No—I mean it.”

His fingers brushed your cheek, melting into his touch. Your towel was the only thing separating him from you. He leaned down, pressing his cock into your thigh as he kissed you softly and slowly. He was amazing at making love to you. He never failed to make you feel special.

“Mhmmm.”, you moaned, the taste of his lips and tongue mixing with yours.

His hands moved from your cheeks down your chest, grabbing where your towel was tucked together. He easily undone it, the towel falling on the bed, leaving you exposed.

“I’m surprised your sex drive is still high.”, his broad, thick fingers roaming your body.

“Ten weeks. I should be on the mend with the morning sickness and nausea, right?”

“Mhm, ideally. Ten weeks, your hormone levels usually will drop off meaning you’ll experience less fatigue and nausea.”

You kissed him, deepening the kiss. It was sexy to hear him talk about your body and the changes he knew was happening. It just did something to you.

“I feel a little better.”

“I can tell.”, he chuckled as you shared soft, slow kisses.

“And what are you gonna do about it?”

Your tone was teasing, laced with eagerness.

“Mhm, what do you want, baby? Don’t you want fucked?”

“I do.”, you moaned easily. “So bad.”

“That’s what I’ll do then. Gonna make you feel good—feel better. You deserve it.”, he breathed as he kissed down your neck and chest, sending chills all over.

“Why do I—deserve it?”, you gulped.

“You’re pregnant with my baby, you deserve to be spoiled, don’t you?”

You nodded as he placed one last kiss on your stomach, beginning to line himself up with your entrance. You could feel the tip of his cock brushing your entrance, causing you to close your eyes and swallow hard. It made you think back to all the times you all had made love—one of which you had ended up with your baby. You didn’t expect to get pregnant, even thinking taking a couple of pills late wouldn’t make a difference.

“Of course you do.”, he agreed softly.

You smiled up at him, waiting for the moment he would enter you. It would be like a dream come true. It wasn’t just something you wanted—it was something you needed. He needed it just as badly as you did.

“Ready baby?”

“Please, Joe.”

That was all it took, giving him permission to take you. You felt the tip of his cock brush your entrance again before shoving deep inside of you, splitting you wide open. You hissed lightly before it turned into a moan, gripping the silk sheets on the bed. He groaned, ensuring he was as deep as he could be in your cunt.

“So tight, baby. Feels—so good.”, he groaned, beginning to thrust inside of you.

“Yeah?”, you swallowed.

“Oh yeah, how does it feel for you baby?”

“Amazing.”

“Good, baby.”, he groaned as he pushed deep enough to hit your g-spot.

You could feel the hot aching twist in your stomach as your legs wrapped perfectly around his waist. It was clear this wasn’t the first time you all had done this, working together like a well-oiled machine. Your hands moved from the sheet to his chest, running your delicate fingers down. Having him inside of you was like heaven. Any intrusive thoughts from the day was melting away, you only being able to focus on him.

It was a relief, euphoria beginning to flood through your body. Like a dam breaking free. He took his time working in and out of you, making sure you were enjoying it as much as he was. Making love with him was one of your favorite things to do since getting together. He was intelligent—you loved to listen to him lecture even explaining things as you all had laid in bed while he graded papers by the light of his lamp. He was caring—always making sure you were okay. He could read you like an open book. He was hot—you thought back to all the times that you walked in class, taking a seat near the front of the room. It wasn’t hard to look at him while he lectured, matter of fact, it gave you an excuse to look.

You would jot down notes as you bit your lip, knowing deep down inside you’d do anything for a chance with him. Never once did you imagine you would actually get that chance.

“Are you okay, love?”

“Yes, why?”, you moaned.

“Just checking, love. Wanna make sure you’re enjoying this and it’s feeling good for you.”

“Oh—it is.”, you moaned with a smile.

“Yeah?”, he hummed as he thrust deeper inside of you.

“Yeah—feels so good, babe. You’re hitting it just right.”

He loved it when you praised him. It made him feel good. A smile spread across his lips as closed his eyes, giving into the euphoria. He didn’t want to keep his eyes closed too long, he was afraid he’d miss those seductive, alluring sex faces of yours.

“I’m glad, baby. So glad I can make you feel good—fucking your cunt just right.”

“Joe.”, you moaned easily, shivers cascading up your spine.

“What, love? Easy to see how you ended up pregnant, isn’t it?”

“Wasn’t—trying.”

“I know but it happened, didn’t it? And I’m so fucking happy that you’re having our baby.”

You couldn’t help but smile. It was a relief that he wanted to be in your life and be a dad. It ws all you’d ever wanted or imagined once you became pregnant. You just never imagined it would be this soon or with your professor.

“Me—too.”, you gasped through thrusts.

“Mhmm can’t wait until you get that cute little bump. You’re gonna look so sexy.”

“Will—not.”

“Will—so.”, he grunted, thrusting deep inside.

“Fuck—Joe.”

He felt your toes curling against his waist as your fingernails sank into his shoulders. He knew what this meant and he couldn’t wait. Your breathing hitched as you were barreling to your orgasm head-on. It felt like you were floating, the aching feeling in the pit of your stomach rising into your chest. Your moans were becoming louder as you begged him to fuck you—begged him for a release.

“Fuck, Joe. So—close. Make me cum, please—pretty please.”, you begged.

“Aw, baby you know you don’t have to beg.”, he breathed as he threw one leg over his shoulders, giving him more leverage and allowing him deeper penetration.

You nodded, legs beginning to shake. “I—know.”

“This is all about you, baby.”

As if you needed reminding, your eyes rolling back in your head from the pleasure he was providing you. He wished he could stop time for just a second so he could revel in this moment. It was always his favorite during sex, the moment you would release and all his hard work would pay off. He didn’t mind working hard if that meant both of you came to a release. He loved being on top—dominating you.

“Joe—I’m gonna cum—so close.”, you moaned out, back arching as you sank your fingernails further in his back causing him to groan in return.

“Fuck—cum, baby. Can’t wait to feel you all over my cock.”

You took a sharp inhale before the dam finally broke free. You let out a reverberant moan, gripping his shoulders as you felt yourself tighten around his cock, pulling him in. His lone curls were beginning to stick to his forehead which was damp with sweat. All the tension and anticipation that had built up was finally resolved. Your juices washed over his cock as he softened his pace, helping you ride out your orgasm high.

“Oh—Joe….”, you moaned out pitifully, already spent from your orgasm.

He took a free hand, brushing your hair out of your face. “I know, baby. Let it out. You’re such a good girl.”, he cooed.

“Oh——”

Your right hand slid down his arm, rubbing over his hand. He knew what you wanted—he wasted no time in grabbing your hand, lacing your fingers in his.

“That what you needed baby?”

He chuckled lightly as you nodded in response, another string of moans fell from your lips as he felt your body begin to relax underneath him. He was still thrusting inside of you.

“Can I cum now?”, he asked, voice barely above a whisper.

You nodded while wearing a cock drunk smile on your face. “Yeah, I’d love that, babe.”

“Okay, baby. I’m gonna go a little faster, okay?”

You nodded, eyes fluttering shut. “Okay, babe.”

He was on a mission. You were sensitive, each thrust intensified as he began to chase his orgasm. In your hazy state, you counted how many thrusts it took him before his release. One—two—three—four—.

“Fuck, here it comes, baby.”, he warned as his thrusts ceased almost immediately, a guttural groan coming from his throat.

His fingertips sank in your hips, his hips stuttering as he kept himself buried inside of you. You felt his cock pumping his cum deep inside your cervix. A smile spread across your lips, thinking about how there was already a baby. His chest heaved, your legs still trembling. He tried to catch his breath as he let himself finish inside of you, making sure he didn’t pull out and deprive you of any of his seed.

“How was it, baby? Feeling okay?”, he asked as you brushed his curls back.

“Amazing—perfect, just what I needed. Thank you, babe.”

He leaned down to kiss your lips softly and tenderly before he pulled out easily, eliciting another whimper from you.

“So sorry, love. Guess I could have let you cock-warmed me.”, he breathed as he collapsed in bed, pulling you towards him before grabbing the sheet and comforter and pulling it up and over you both.

You shot up easily. “You know what cock-warming is?”

He chuckled lightly. “Just because I’m well educated doesn’t mean I don’t know the slang terms, love.”

He gave you a peck on the cheek, causing you to laugh. You snuggled into his warm arms, closing your eyes. You were beginning to get some of your energy back. Joe kissed your head before making sure you both were comfortable under the sheets—warm and protected.

“What do you think the baby will be?”, you asked softly.

“Hmmmm,”, he pondered out loud. “A girl.”

He was already trying to doze off, voice become slow and soft. The voice that drove you crazy, you loved hearing it first thing in the morning. Your mind instantly began running, thinking of him holding the baby on his chest and kissing its head as he rubbed the baby’s back, kissing its head and telling the baby how much he loved it and how amazing it was that you gave him a baby of his own. It made your heart swell, and butterflies rise in your stomach.

“A girl?”

“Mhmmm.”

“I think it’s going to be a boy.”

“I’ll be happy either way.”, he kissed your head.

“Me too. I love you, Joe.”

“I love you too Y/N, goodnight.”

“Goodnight.”

A few more weeks passed, a few more appointments came and gone. You were sixteen weeks and your pregnancy was becoming harder to hide. Joe was downstairs, making coffee. He had taken a few days off from teaching to spend some time with you. It was approaching Thanksgiving break, a chance for you all to spend some time together away from school. You had debated going home to see your parents, but they didn’t even know you were pregnant yet.

“Mhm there’s my baby.”, he smiled as he took you in his arms, placing his hand on your belly.

“Yeah.”, you smirked as you both shared a soft tender kiss.

Joe was counting down until the appointment where they told you what the baby was going to be. They were going to try at eighteen weeks if the baby cooperated. He was so excited he could barely contain himself.

“So can we talk for a minute?”

You pulled away from Joe lightly. “Is everything okay?”

“It’s fine, love. Just—mum and dad would like to fly in from London around May, near your due date so they can be here and see the baby once it’s born—if you’re okay with it.”

“You told your parents?”

“I did—have you not told your mum and dad?”

“Not yet—I was wanting to wait until I was around twenty weeks.”

“Gonna tell them your professor got you pregnant?”, he smirked lightly.

“Well—not sure.”, you smirked back easily.

“Mhm, I see. So can I tell my parents that’s okay?”

“Yeah—did you tell them you got your student pregnant?”, you teased before sharing another kiss.

He smirked as he parted from you, going over to grab you a cup of coffee.

“Isn’t caffeine bad for the baby?”

“One cup will be okay.”, he rolled his eyes playfully.

Even though it was November, there was the threat of a terrible snowstorm. It was expected to begin later this evening. You weren’t going to complain if you both got snowed in together. This time next year, there would be a baby to share it with. The holidays will be an even more joyous time and you couldn’t wait to have the baby’s first Christmas. You all were going to have a baby of your own, become a family.

You didn’t know if you all would be married. You didn’t know what that part of your future was going to bring. But you were ready for it, you were ready to share it with him.

“I’m gonna go to the grocery store in case it snows and we’re stuck for a few days. I’m still not quite used to the snows here—London wasn’t quite like that.”, he chuckled lightly.

“Alright.”

“Anything you or the baby wants?”, he smiled, rubbing your belly.

Your morning sickness had practically subsided. There were still moments of nausea but they often left almost as quickly as they had came.

“Just some yogurt—blueberry specifically. And some macaroni and cheese—oh and pickles.”

“Pickles?”, Joe scrunched up his nose.

“That reminds me—ice cream too, please.”

“Flavor?”

“Vanilla.”

“Alright, love. If you think of anything else you or the baby wants, text me. Okay?”

“Okay.”

He gave you another kiss before grabbing his keys, bending down to give your bump one last kiss. “Daddy will be back, baby.”

You watched Joe leave before making yourself a quick bowl of cereal and going to sit on the couch. Propping your feet up, you turned on the television as you attempted to find something to watch. It had become a habit for you to put your hand on your belly, rubbing it gently. It was a comfort thing—it was comforting for you both. You hoped anyway. Both you and Joe talked to the baby at night or in the evenings. He had read it was good for the baby in a book and he had been doing it ever since. It was cute, you had to admit.

Minding your own business while eating your cereal, you felt add odd feeling—one you had never felt before. You had read about it before or you think you had. You rubbed your hands over your belly again, feeling it with your own fingertips. It was the baby moving. Tears immediately came into your eyes and you instantly wished Joe would have been there, but it could have happened at any point. Wasting no time, you pulled out your cell phone and dialed his number immediately.

The line rang a few times before he finally picked up, you on the brink of crying.

“Hey, love. Is everything okay? I’m trying to hurry.”

“Joe.”

“Yes?”

“The baby kicked.”

“What?”, he laughed, you knowing he had a smile on his face.

“Yeah, I was eating some cereal and I felt the baby moving. I had to call you.”

“Record it. I wanna see it when I get home, please.”

“Okay.”, you laughed easily. “See you at home.”

“Alright, love. I love you.”

“I love you.”

You ended the call easily before turning your camera on, facing it on your growing belly. You pulled your pajama shirt up easily to reveal your belly. Staring at your belly, you waited for the baby to move again. Rubbing your belly, you attempted to coerce the baby to move. The baby waited a moment before beginning to move and kick again, causing a smile to spread across your face. It was hard to imagine you were having a real baby before when you just read a positive pregnancy test.

Seeing your baby on the first ultrasound made you realize this was really happening—you were really having a baby. Now, you were sixteen weeks pregnant. Your bump was bigger, finally giving a visualization that you were indeed growing a tiny human. In the video, you asked your little peanut to show Daddy how it could kick. The baby didn’t disappoint, giving a lot of good kicks and movement. You smirked, knowing Joe would adore this. He would be over the moon, just like he was any time he rubbed your bump or saw the baby through a doctor’s appointment.

Caught up in the fact that you had finally felt your baby move, you didn’t notice when Joe pulled in or when the door opened, an arm full of bagged groceries in his hands.

“Hey, love.”

“Hey, Joe.”

“Is the baby still kicking?”

“Yeah—showing off now.”, you smiled.

Joe brushed the snow off his peacoat as he slid his boots off and closed the door, heading straight for the kitchen. He sat the groceries on the table before coming back into the living room, quickly sliding off his peacoat and taking a seat beside you on the couch.

“I’m guessing the snow started?”

“It did. It’s coming down hard and fast. I’m glad I went to the store. I got a few extra things for us in case it snows us in.”, he smiled as he leaned over, sharing a kiss with you.

“Thanks, babe. You’re the best. Wanna feel the baby?”

“It’s all I’ve been thinking about driving home. Pretty sure I broke the speed limit a couple of times.”

He chuckled softly as you began giggling, grabbing his hand and placing it on your belly. You moved it gently, trying to find exactly where the baby was kicking.

“Don’t get shy around Daddy.”, you told your bump, feeling slightly discouraged.

“You took a video, didn’t you?”

You nodded. “But I want you to feel the real thing.”

“Maybe the baby is sleeping. Mommy’s all relaxed and maybe the baby thought it was a good time for a nap—which you need to take too.”

You rolled your eyes playfully at Joe. He had insisted on you taking naps after class and even between your classes, giving you a key to his place. He didn’t live far from campus and it was much more relaxing at his house than in the dorm rooms. You would admit that it felt good to get a nap in and it was nice that he was pitching in to cook dinner, pick up dinner, do the dishes, and do the laundry. And you were now even leaving clothes at his place.

“I will after we put away groceries and I eat something else. Ugh, my cravings are so bad.”, you rolled your eyes again, still moving his hand in an effort to get the baby to kick.

“Mhm, that’s normal. You’re eating for two.”

“Yeah and I’m gonna gain weight.”, you groaned.

“A pound a month is ideal. You lost in the beginning from morning sickness and nausea. It’s not going to kill you to eat what you want. You’re only gaining in your belly.”, he sighed.

“It will kill me when I have big, ugly stretch marks.”

Joe sighed. “You’re still going to be beautiful and it’s just a reminder that you’re growing and nurturing our baby. You’ll still be the most beautiful and sexy woman I’ve ever met.”

You smiled at him easily before moving his hand in just the right spot, distracting from your conversation. You and Joe both gasped in excitement, a look of awe on both of your faces.

“Joe, did you feel it?”

“I did. Daddy’s little peanut.”

You both had tears in your eyes as you looked at one another. Joe’s brown eyes were beaming—just like you knew they’d be.

“I love you.”, he breathed.

“I love you more.”

“I love you most.”

“Not possible.”, you argued back playfully.

He held his hand there, feeling the baby under his hand. It was the most magical feeling, one he never thought would happen. There were times he never imagined he would be a father and now, it was happening. He imagined he would be married ideally, but he wouldn’t change a thing. You giggled easily, making your belly shake as he moved his hand ever so slightly just to keep up with the baby. You smiled at him widely, him returning the same gesture.

“Oh it is.”, he hummed before leaning in, sharing another slow and passionate kiss.

“Can we put groceries away now? I’m starving.”, you eyed him.

“I don’t even want to stop feeling for a second.”, he sighed.

“I know, babe. But you’ll have plenty of time to do it once I’ve ate something.”

He pouted playfully. “I know, love. What do you want to eat?”, he rubbed your belly easily, still feeling the baby move around under his hand.

“Ugh. A sandwich. Like with everything—ham, cheese, lettuce, tomato, onion, pickles, mayonnaise, mustard, and ketchup. And ice cream. With a pickle?”, you smiled nervously.

Joe’s nose crinkled up. “You hate mustard and pickles.”

“I know. I can’t help it. I’m craving it. Your baby is craving it.”

He laughed easily, pinching the bridge of his nose above his glasses. “I know. I’ll get it. Just relax and get comfy, baby. What did you want to drink?”

“A little caffeine….soda?”, you eyed him.

He smirked, teasing you. “Fine. I guess we can make an exception. I thought for dinner we could make baked ziti.”

“Never had it, but it sounds good.”, you eyed him as you both stood up before he leaned down to kiss your bare bump, sending shivers and chills down your spine.

“I thought we were relaxing.”, he eyed you over his glasses, a true teacher look. “But baked ziti is similar to lasagna, but better.”

“I said I’d help you put groceries away.”, you sighed. “I’m just pregnant—not helpless.”, you eyed him.

“You need to relax. It’s cold—snowing. Perfect nap and cuddle weather. We could even go to the bedroom and cuddle if you’re more comfortable in bed. Watch Hallmark movies—isn’t that what you all do near Christmas?”

You eyed him before rolling your eyes. “Yeah, we like our cheesy, romantic Hallmark movies. And I guess that would be okay once I eat.”, you smirked.

Secretly, you both had an understanding that it would turn into more. ‘

“Alright and once you fall asleep—I’m getting up to make dinner.”

“You’d leave me? And our baby?”, you pouted, rubbing your bump as you both made your way into the kitchen.

He sighed as he began sitting the groceries out of the plastic bags, stuffing them under the sink. “Just to make an amazing dinner for you both.”

“Fine.”

You both laughed, sharing a kiss. Life was good—perfect practically. The only downside was still having to keep your all’s relationship a secret. It was getting harder, the closer you both grew to one another. This baby wasn’t making matter any easier. Tori still didn’t know you were pregnant as you were still able to hide it. Soon, you’d have to tell her but there was no way you were telling her who the baby’s father was. You watched Joe put away the groceries, you helped by handing him the items sitting on the table.

You couldn’t help but bite your lip as he bent over, even his slacks showing his ass almost perfectly. It was one of your favorite things physically about him. He put the last of the groceries away before getting the ingredients out to make your sandwich. He seemed to notice that you had been staring at him, causing a smirk to spread across his lips as he began cutting the vegetables for your sandwich.

“Enjoying the view?”, he teased.

“Maybe.”, you shrugged easily.

He chuckled softly as he pushed his glasses up on the bridge of his nose before going back to cut your vegetables. “Maybe you can enjoy it later top, hm? If you feel up to it.”

You smirked easily, feeling like a love-sick teenager. “I’d like to. As long as your baby cooperates.”

A smile spread across his lips as he laid the vegetables on top of your ham. “You’ve had a lot less nausea lately.”

“I know but it still happens—at night which is really weird.”

Joe laughed. “I know.”

He was finishing your sandwich, putting all the condiments on it before setting your drink beside it. You wasted no time in moving over to the countertop and grabbing your drink and sandwich, beginning to eat immediately. Your eyes fluttered shut as you took your first bite of the sandwich, feeling like you hadn’t eaten in days. These pregnancy hormones were taking a toll on you but it would all be worth it for this baby.

“Does it taste good?”

You nodded, humming in agreement. “Mhm, you did amazing babe.”

Joe came over and kissed your head. “Glad I could make you happy.”

“More than happy.”

Joe smiled as you ate your sandwich, finishing it almost as quickly as he made it before chasing it down with your soda. You both smiled at one another before Joe went back over to the freezer pulling out your ice cream and a pickle—just like you had asked. He tried to suppress his slight disgust as he brought it over to the kitchen table, sitting it down in front of you.

“Thanks, babe. After this we’re going to cuddle in bed and watch Hallmark, right?”

He nodded as he sat down at the table beside you, eager to feel your belly again. You giggled as his hands found it again.

“We’ll watch your Hallmark movies and cuddle.”, he reaffirmed.

You all shared another kiss before you dug into your ice cream and pickle, not taking very long to scarf it down either. You got up, rinsing out your bowl before grabbing a glass of water to take to the bedroom. You couldn’t help but look out the window, seeing the snow falling. It was a thick, heavy snow that was quickly coating the ground and everything else in its path.

“It’s really coming down out there, isn’t it?”, Joe asked coming up behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist.

“Yeah.”

“I think I’ll kick on the fireplace. And don��t worry, it’s propane, not actual logs.”, he smirked as he pecked your cheek.

You smirked softly. “Want hot chocolate or something?”

“I’ll just take tea. I need to try to stay awake and grade papers.”, he sighed. “Before dinner or the power goes out.”

You nodded easily, remembering exactly how he liked his tea.

“Shouldn’t I be waiting on my pregnant girlfriend?”

“I am perfectly capable of making you tea and myself hot chocolate.”, you glared back at him.

“Okay, love.”

You went back to hit, boiling water on the stove as you worked on your hot chocolate. Once the water was hot enough, you pulled it off the stove and poured it into a teacup, careful to add the tea satchel.

“Be careful with the hot water, love.”

“I will.”

He eased off slightly, trying not to be too overbearing. He knew he was worried, but he couldn’t help it. He’d never had a healthy stable relationship much less an unborn baby he had to worry about. He knew you were doing everything right in your pregnancy. You were going to the doctor like you were supposed to but he still was waiting for the other shoe to fall. When was something going to go wrong? The thought alone terrified him. What would he do if something happened to you and the baby? He tried not to focus on that.

You brought him out of his daydream but handing him his cup of tea with a smile on your face.

“Thanks, baby.”

“I think I’m ready for a nap.”, you yawned as you stretched your arms. “Is it bad I’m still in my pajamas?”

Joe laughed. “No, it’s not bad. You deserve it."

He offered to carry your hot chocolate as you both made your way into the bedroom. It was dark except for the fireplace that he had lit. It was warm but not too hot—just cozy.

“Soon we won’t be able to do this.”, you sighed as you sat down on the edge of the bed before climbing in it.

“I know. We can—it just won’t be exactly the same. We’ll have a baby.”

You nodded easily as Joe undressed down to his boxers, climbed in bed with you, took you in his arms, and pulled the sheet and comforter over you both before kissing your head.

“Goodbye sleep.”, you smirked.

“I’ll help you and get up with the baby. You won’t do this all alone. We haven’t really talked about this—but are you planning on breastfeeding or using formula?”

You sighed, closing your eyes as he changed the television over to the Hallmark channel, your tiredness already hitting you full force. “I want to breastfeed.”

He nodded. “Okay, love. Sounds good. We’re gonna have to find you a breast pump. Best of the best.”

You smirked before grimacing slightly. “The baby is moving now.”, you groaned easily, turning over in bed towards Joe, trying to get comfortable.

“Maybe the caffeine and ice cream woke her up.”

“Her?”, you smirked.

“I’m thinking it’s a little girl.”

“It could be a he.”, you laughed before Joe kissed you again, brushing your hair out of your face. He knew you would fall asleep soon.

“Either way, I’m going to love it with everything in me.”, Joe smiled as he placed his hand on your belly, rubbing it and lulling you off to sleep.

“Me too. I love you, Joe.”, you smiled softly, voice slurring as you were already dozing off.

“I love you, baby.”, he breathed, leaning down to kiss you again before you dozed off.

You weren’t sure how many hours had passed. You turned over in bed, stretching and attempting to find the alarm clock. It was five in the evening according to the bold, bright red numbers. You immediately turned to look for Joe but he was gone, his papers laid out on the bedside table with his red pen on top of them. His teacup was gone, and the Hallmark movies continued to play on a loop. You sat up easily, feeling like you smelled food. Did you smell food or were you going crazy? You definitely felt hungry again.

Stretching, you pulled the covers back and got out of bed. Soon, you’ll have to buy some more clothes. Your belly wasn’t going to get any smaller. Most of your jeans didn’t fit. You opened the bedroom door and sniffed. It was definitely food. Joe had to be in the kitchen. You held your belly as you made it to the kitchen, seeing him turned away from you and being fully focused on cooking. He bent over, checking the oven and making sure he wasn’t burning the baked ziti…that’s what he was making if you remembered correctly.

He was dressed in his pajama pants, opting to match you and give up his dress clothes. It was such a shock to see him in more casual and comfortable clothes—still. He must have felt your presence because he turned around almost immediately.

“Hey, love. Did you have a good nap?”

“Yeah, I did.”

“I ended up dozing off with you for like an hour before I woke up. I got a few papers graded and then I came down here and started dinner. It’s almost done.”

You nodded easily. “How’s the weather?”

“Bad. They said on the news we’re under a state of emergency now. They advised everyone to charge their phones and all that stuff because they said there would be a lot of power outages. I lit the fireplace in the living room as well.”

Your eyes widened easily before nodding. “Yeah, I think mine is at a hundred percent.”

“Said flights would be delayed for the holidays.”, he added as he turned around back to make the salad.

Joe was an avid news and weather watcher, something he said he had learned to do since moving to the States. You watched Joe toss the salad before setting it to the side. His phone timer went off, prompting him to pull the ziti from the oven. The warm smell hit your nose, causing your eyes to flutter shut. Man, this baby was making you hungry. You felt like you were starving and hadn’t eaten in days but it had just been a few hours.

“Really? Glad we aren’t traveling.”

“Yeah—my mom and dad had wanted to come see me but they saw the predicted weather and changed their minds.”, he smirked, looking back at you.

Your heart practically dropped into your stomach. “You were going to let them?”

He laughed out loud. “Yeah, but you aren’t super pregnant yet. I was going to ease them into our relationship then tell them about the baby a little later.”

“Oh.”, you nodded.

You didn’t know what it was but something made you very nervous when it came to the idea of meeting Joe’s parents and telling them you’re pregnant. You even wondered if you all were moving things way too quickly.

“Maybe when we find out the gender.”

“In two weeks hopefully.”, you sat down at the table, rubbing your belly.

“Mhm, sure hope so. We could have done the blood test.”, he teased.

“But I worry those aren’t totally accurate.”

“True. But some ultrasound techs still get it wrong.”

You rolled your eyes before they panned to several candles adorning the table and you imagined they were there for the possibility that the electricity was going to go out while you all ate dinner.

“Here you go, love. Baked ziti and a salad. What dressing do you want and what to drink?”, he kissed your cheek.

“Um, ranch and some water.”

“Okay, love.”

He grabbed the ranch and some water from the fridge, setting it down in front of you. He kissed your cheek again before feeling your belly.

“I hope you enjoy dinner.”

“Oh I’m sure I will—I’m starving. This kid is making me hungry all the time.”

Joe smirked before kissing your cheek again, going to fix his own plate. “It’s all the hormones and growing a tiny human. Completely normal, love.”

He came over to join you at the table, setting his plates down and grabbing some soda from the fridge. He poured himself a drink, and began to eat. You felt like a ravenous animal, stuffing your face. You all made small talk, talking about what gender you thought the baby would be and throwing around a few names. Joe was still very adamant it was going to be a little girl while you were sure it was going to be a little boy. Just thinking about a little boy, who was identical to Joe running around made your heart melt. He had the dominant features—especially his brown eyes.

“You’ve never shown me pictures of you as a baby.”, you stirred in your ziti before stabbing some with a fork.

Joe stopped mid-bite. “Neither have you.”

“All mine are at home.”

“Most of mine are with Mom. I brought a few with me. But I know we’re going to make a cute baby.”

“I wanna see them.”

“Okay, I’ll dig them out after dinner.”

All of a sudden, the lights flickered before going completely out, leaving you and Joe only in candlelight.

“Or maybe when the power comes back on.”, he cleared his throat.

“It’s so dark.”

“It’s okay, love. I’ll go upstairs after dinner and grab some pillows and blankets and we can sleep down here if you want.”

“Okay.”

“Will you be comfortable enough? I know you get a little uncomfortable at night.”

“I’ll make it. We are going to have to invest in a pregnancy pillow for me. Please.”

“I will get you one as soon as the weather clears up, I promise. If you need something, tell me.”, his eyes darkened as if there was some undertone.

“Anything?”

“Of course, love. I’ll do my best to oblige.”

“Okay.”, you smiled as you sipped your water, already thinking of an idea in your head.

You all finished up dinner, Joe clearing the plates and cups before putting the leftovers away and putting the dirty dishes in the sink. He said he’d wash them tomorrow when the power would hopefully be restored. You asked him to get your gown and bring it down when he brought everything else but you couldn’t help to sit on the couch and have your stomach twist and turn in desire. That was something else they never told you when you got pregnant—sometimes you’d want to avoid sex and cuddle but then most of the time (in your case), you wanted sex.

The noise of Joe coming down the stairs grabbed your attention, seeing him with several pillows and blankets in his arms, almost obscuring his view. You noticed your gown was on top before he sat everything down on the couch.

“You sure you’ll be okay, love? I worry about you.”

“I’ll be fine for one night, I promise. If not—I can always move to the couch.”

Joe nodded. “Okay, love.”

You both shared a kiss before Joe began spreading the blankets out and placing the pillows just so-so. You watched him—the ways his arms flexed as he bent down and fixed the blankets and his soft grunts as he made sure they were just right causing you to bite your lips and shift from your spot on the couch, eventually causing you to stand up and slip off your pajamas and change into your gown which made your baby bump look that much more prominent. Joe smoothed the bottom blanket out before adding the top one. He was definitely going to make sure you all were warm and as comfortable as he could.

“Okay, love. How’s that?”

“Great.”, you smiled softly as he turned around, quick to notice you had changed.

His eyes panned up and down your body.

“Like it?”, you smirked.

“Love it. You look more pregnant.”

“I know.”, you began, rubbing your belly. “Soon I’m not gonna be able to hide my bump.”

“Mhm, it’ll be okay.”, he breathed as he took you into his arms.

You took a deep breath as you inhaled his scent. You didn’t know if it was the hormones or something else but you craved his scent. His pheromones were much stronger, mixed with the hint of his Dior cologne.

“Joe?”

“Yes, love?”

“Did you really mean it earlier when you said you’d do anything for me?”

“Mhm, do you need something love?”

“Um,”, you cleared your throat as he pulled back easily to look at your face before brushing your hair to the side all while looking deep into your eyes with concern and care. “Actually I do.”

His eyebrows raised in surprise. “And what’s that, love? What do you need?”

“Um,”, you laughed from embarrassment lightly. “I feel like I really—need…”

Your mouth was going dry.

“Need what, love?”

“Um, sex.”

“Sex?”, his eyes widened as he repeated the word.

You nodded softly. “You can say no.”

“And what if I don’t want to say no?”, he spoke barely above a whisper.

“I’d be really happy.”

He smirked. “And what a shame—you just put this gown on.”

“I know, but it’ll look better on the floor, won’t it?”

Joe hummed in satisfaction, already feeling his cock growing hard. “It would.”

You smirked as you reached down, grabbing the hem of the gown and lifting it up and over your head. It left you almost totally exposed, leaving your panties on. Joe took a deep inhale, taking in your body. Sure, it was changing a little but he still loved you and thought you were the most beautiful and sexy girl he’d ever seen. You bit your lip shyly as you looked up at him.

“God, you’re so sexy.”, he breathed.

“Am not.”

“Are so.”

“Your breasts have grown a bit.”, Joe commented as he took them in his hands, watching for your reaction.

Your breathing hitched as you closed your eyes shut, waiting for the pain and sensitivity to hit, but it didn’t. Not too much, anyway. It wasn’t unbearable.

“Yeah—think I may need a new bra soon.”, you sighed.

“I’ll give you some money to go shopping.”

“No, you don’t have to.”, you eyed him.

“I can and I will. It’s all my fault things are getting tight, isn’t it?”, he chuckled.

You bit back a moan. “Kinda….”

He nodded. “See? And when we find out what our baby is gonna be, we can go shopping for her.”

You rolled your eyes playfully. “You’re stuck on a little girl.”

“I am.”, he smirked as he flicked your nipple in between his thumb and pointer finger.

“And what are you gonna do if it’s a little boy?”

“Love him just the same. But it’s gonna be my little girl.”

“We’ll see.”

“We will.”, he hummed as you let out a moan, desperate for more.

You needed him in so many more ways than one.

“Joe, please.”

“Please what, love?”, he kissed your neck, fighting the urge to sink his teeth in your neck and leave a hickey.

It would be gone before school started back.

“Fuck me.”

“I’m sorry?”

He just wanted to hear you say it again.

“Fuck—me. Please.”, you repeated.

His breathing hitched as he felt his cock twitch under his pants. “Not without a little foreplay first, right?”

“Right.”, you agreed.

This was almost a wet dream. His hands left your breasts causing you to moan lightly as you went for his pajama pants, pulling them down. He swallowed hard as you came back up, grabbing the hem of his boxers and flashing him a seductive smile. You jerked them down quickly, allowing his cock to spring free. He moaned out loudly, closing his eyes as he felt his cock twitch, waiting for you to touch it or put it in your mouth. He wasn’t picky. He just wanted you—however you wanted it.

A smile spread across your lips, knowing you had him right where you wanted him. It was sexy that you got him that hot and bothered. You grabbed his shirt, pulling it up and over his head, and tossing it to the floor before he gently pushed you against the wall, beginning to kiss you.

“How—do—you—want it?”, he breathed between kisses.

“Missionary?”

“You’re so vanilla, aren’t you, love?”, he teased playfully.

“What’s wrong with vanilla?”

“Nothing—nothing at all.”

“I mean we could do more—just I really want missionary.”, you breathed.

“Okay, love. I’ll do whatever you want.”

He picked you up, causing you to gasp before taking you over to his little pillow and blanket bed he had made in front of the fireplace, softly laying you down on the pillows. You gently pulled a blanket over yourself just enough to cover your breasts and cunt, leaving little to the imagination. Most of your belly and thighs were exposed. The only light was from the fireplace, the rest of the house completely dark. He began kissing you, pressing himself down on top of the blanket, and making you feel his cock through the blanket. It was so hard and you knew it was just for you.

“Fuck, just look at you.”, he breathed as his hand ran down your leg.

You smirked. “How bad do you want me?”

“So bad—do you want anything else?”, he breathed.

“Like?”

“Want me to eat you out?”

Your breathing hitched. “You wanna?”

“Of course, I do. I want anything you do, love.”

“If you want to, I’d like it.”, you breathed, feeling your cheeks turning red but you were unsure whether it was from embarrassment or how warm the fire was.

“Mhm, okay love. Spread your legs for me. Wanna see how wet you already are for me.”

“Okay.”, you breathed as he moved the blanket slightly to the side, dipping his head between your thighs.

Suddenly, you felt his fingers down your slick causing you to moan lightly while arching your back.

“Fuck, baby. You’re soaked for me.”

“Can’t help it. Really horny.”, you breathed.

“I love it.”, he hummed as he pulled his fingers out almost as quickly as he had inserted them before bringing them to his mouth and sticking them inside, licking them off like a sucker. You couldn’t help but watch him, your chest heaving up and down. You bit your lip as he sucked off every last bit of you from his fingers.

“God, I want more.”

“Then take it.”

He leaned down to kiss you, allowing you to lightly taste yourself. You ran your hands through his thick, curly hair. You were the perfect mix of salty and sweet, realizing why he liked it so much.

“Are you sure?”

He broke the kiss to look deep in your eyes, brushing your hair back gently with his fingers as a small smile spread across his lips.

“Uh-huh.”, you shifted easily, feeling the aching feeling in your core increase.

“Okay, love. Anything you want.”

He shifted to the floor, focusing his attention down south. He easily spread your legs, getting a perfect view of your cunt. He took a deep breath, yearning to be inside of you. You smiled up at him easily, the blanket barely covering your core. If he was being honest, he loved this view and he couldn’t wait to wreck you. It was amazing that he was going to have you all to himself. It was something he was still trying to wrap his head around.

As he was positioning himself, he noticed you shift easily and take a deep breath.

“Everything okay, love?”

“Fine. Just a little nervous.”

“Nervous of what?”

“I don’t know—it won’t be that great.”

Joe’s face crinkled slightly in confusion. “What do you mean, love?”

“I just mean—what if I don’t smell or taste good.”, you swallowed hard, saying it out loud only intensifying your fear further.

“Love, it’s amazing.”, Joe reassured as he rubbed your inner thigh before placing a gentle kiss on it.

“Are you sure?”

You knew you didn’t taste bad—but your hormones were acting up again. There was a fear that he would find someone else, moving on to a new piece of ass. You had nightmares about it daily but chose not to discuss them with him, afraid he would find them annoying or agitating.

“I’m absolutely sure, love. It’s amazing and it drives me crazy. Makes me want to fuck you even worse.”, he smirked.

“Promise?”

“I promise.”

“Okay.”

“Are you ready now, love?”

You nodded easily, trying to put your fears and concerns on the back burner. You did your best to try and shift, relaxing your body and attempting to relax your mind. You felt his breath between your thighs. Without further warning, you felt his tongue take a long, slow swipe between your slick, wet folds causing your back to arch and your breathing to hitch. He noticed, his brown eyes looking up at you.

“Does it feel good?”, he hummed against you.

“So—good.”, you moaned softly.

He chuckled against you, continuing to work his tongue in and out of your slick folds. You were doing your best to focus on the euphoria that was engulfing you. His grip on your thighs tightened, making sure to keep you close to him. This was one of Joe’s favorite things to do to you.

Interrupting your thoughts again, you felt his tongue once again swipe between your wet slit, eliciting a moan from you. You could tell this pleased Joe. You parted your legs as far apart as they’d go, allowing him full access to you. You eyed him, resting your head on the pillows he had used in this makeshift bed. He wanted you to be as comfortable as possible while he fucked you with his tongue and cock, soon enough.

“Fu-fuck, Joe.”, you moaned, grabbing the blanket on top of you.

His lips curved into a smile again, pulling away from you just for a moment. “Do you like my mouth, baby?”

You nodded feverishly as if you were silently begging him to continue. He teased you, just enough to feel his breath once again on your clit.

“Words, baby. Tell me what you want.”

“Don’t stop—please.”

“Good girl.”, he praised as he moved his mouth back to your folds, flicking his tongue over your folds.

Your eyes rolled back easily, this already blowing your mind. Joseph easily took his hands, moving your legs up to his shoulders, allowing him more leverage. It was hot. So very hot. Was it the fireplace or the chemistry between you both? Your hands continued to grip the blanket with each flick and swipe of his tongue, you not being able to hold back your feral moans.

You couldn’t wait any longer before you decided you needed something else to sink your fingers into. You eyed Joe’s curls hazily, your brain already turning to mush. You lifted your gripped hands from the blanket before brushing them through Joseph’s hair. What you did next slightly caught him by surprise. You tugged at his curls, causing him to moan, sending vibrations all over your cunt and throughout your heat. His fingers dug deeper into your thighs. The sounds filling the room were those that reminded you how wet you were.

Another sensation struck you suddenly—his beard.

You could feel the tickle of his stubble rubbing against your sensitive, throbbing clit. His stubble brushed against your clit as he moved his face, fucking you with his tongue. Joseph was well aware of what he was doing, his stubble dragging against your skin eliciting moans of pleasure from you. He was being so dirty and you loved it.

Joe’s tongue was fucking you the right way in all the right places, and you beginning to feel your high take over. It wasn’t taking very much from him with his stubble and motions of his tongue to bring you close to your release. Joe felt pride at this, considering it an accomplishment he was going to make you cum this easy. You could feel the building hot, twisting, ache in your stomach signifying your impending orgasm was near.

“Joe—”, you moaned out, mewling under his tongue.

“Hmm?”, he hummed against you.

“I’m gonna—cum.”, you choked, feeling the intensity increase.

He pulled away from your dripping cunt just for a moment, another whimper escaping from you for the lack of his tongue buried in you. “Cum for me, baby. I wanna taste you so fucking bad.”

His tongue went back to its dastardly deeds and that was all it took to send you over the edge.

“I’m cum—cumming.”, you moaned out as you gripped your fingers in his curls, tugging slightly.

He ceased working his tongue, allowing you to have your orgasm for just a moment before he stuck his tongue back in you, he was going to give himself the pleasure of tasting your sweet juices. Considering he was the one who worked so hard for it. Your toes were curled near his head, your vision going blurry as you cried out, feeling your cunt tighten around his tongue, releasing your juices.

Your chest heaved up and down as he lapped at you, smothering himself in your cunt to get that final taste. Once he was content, Joseph pulled away and looked up at you, feeling his breath against your core once more. Joseph was usually a man of composure and class, however, how he looked right now made him that much more irresistible. He looked so feral and lustful, craving you.

He wasn’t breaking his eye contact with you as you noticed his beard glisten in the low light with the coating from your juices. You swallowed hard at the sight. He ran his tongue over his lips and upper stubble from his beard, tasting the remainder of you from tongue fucking you. A small moan escaped you taking in the sight of this. Now, you need him more than ever.

“Joe.”, you sighed.

“Yes, love?”

“Can you please fuck me? Please put your cock inside of me?”

Joe wore a shocked expression at the use of your candid language. “Love, you’ve barely recovered from my tongue.”

“Don’t care—need you inside of me—please.”, you begged, swallowing hard.

“You know you don’t have to beg, love.”

You nodded softly as he cupped your cheek. He gave you a soft kiss as he positioned himself between your legs, hard cock already brushing your slick.

“Are you sure you’re ready, love?”

“Please—never been more ready.”, your eyes fluttered shut, preparing yourself for him.

“Okay, love. Wanna hold my hand while we do it? Makes us feel closer.”, he breathed.

You nodded softly again, reaching your trembling hand out. It didn’t matter how long you all had been together, you still got nervous at times. But he always reassured you.

He took your hand, threading his fingers in between yours. “You’re so beautiful.”

A smile curved on your lips. “Promise?”

“Always.”, he smirked with a soft chuckle.

You smiled up at him, eyes becoming slightly watery. It was the damn hormones again, wasn’t it? He leaned down and shared another kiss with you before lining himself up with you and entering you, causing you to gasp lightly.

“Sorry, baby. You’re so tight—even after fingering you and eating you out.”

His face was full of concern, he hated hurting you just for a second—even if it would turn pleasurable for you.

“It’s—it’s okay, babe.”

He watched you, still holding your hand as he began to thrust deep inside of you. His rhythm started off slow in an attempt to give you time to adjust. He saw you take a deep breath as he grunted softly, rutting himself inside of you.

“Feeling better?”, he asked softly.

You nodded. “Mhm.”

“I swear I’d put a baby in you if I hadn’t already.”, he groaned.

Your eyes flew open. “Yeah?”

“Yeah—so happy you’re having my baby.”

You smirked before moaning softly as he hit the right spot that made you see stars. The thought that had entered your mind left as quickly as it came.

“God, just looking at you right now drives me mad.”, his eyes rolled back in his head as he continued to thrust into you, the sound of his balls smacking against you filling the room.

You would have never in your wildest dreams imagined being in this position with your professor—who was now your boyfriend. It was like a dream come true. You smiled up at him, clearly cock drunk right now.

“Mhm feels—so good, Joe.”, you moaned softly, his grip tightening on your hand.

“So glad, baby. Love taking—care of you.”, he groaned.

His thrust continued, steady and he slightly began picking up the pace as he closed his eyes, throwing his head back lightly.

“Joe….”, you hiccuped easily.

“Yes, love?”

“I think I’m gonna cum…..”

“Cum for me—cum all over my cock, baby. Can’t wait to fill you full.”

You were climbing the high of your orgasm, not able to focus on anything but that. Your brain was focused on his movements, feeling him deep inside of you. You closed your eyes, drowning out any other care in the world. You took your free arm, rubbing it up and down his arm—anything to hold onto.

“Joe…..”, you moaned out.

“Yes, love?”, he breathed.

“Gonna cum—right now.”, you moaned as you instantly felt yourself tighten around him, juices spilling over his cock.

Your eyes shot open, his eyes closed as he reveled in the feeling of you releasing. His job was done, he had done what he wanted to do.

“Fuck—cum baby, cum all over my cock. Feels so good.”, he hummed as his rhythm slowed, giving you time to work through your orgasm.

He wanted to help you ride it out, he always did. You sank your fingernails in his hand as you moaned, the final waves of your orgasm hitting. Lightheadedness took over at this point, you felt the heat of your orgasm wash over your entire body. Every sensation, every time he fucked himself into you was so much more intense now causing you to whimper. He smirked, watching you come down off your high. Your chest was heaving, visibly trying to recover a little before he came.

You felt his cock twitch and pulse, a reaction from your orgasm. He could tell you were soaked—utterly soaked. He could feel your juices all over his curls at the base of him.

“Ready for me to cum, love?”, he breathed.

“Please.”, your mouth was dry.

He mentally counted how many thrusts it took after you came. One. Two. Three. His thrusts ceased immediately as he released the loudest groan he had of the night. His fingertips sank into your hand this time, his hips stuttering, keeping himself buried inside of you as deep as he could. You felt his cock pumping his cum deep into your cunt, careful to keep himself there and make sure none of it was missed. You both smiled at each other, beginning to laugh lightly.

“How was that, love?”

“So good, Joe. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, love. Are you sure you’re going to be comfortable on the floor?”

“I’m gonna be fine. Just come cuddle me.”, you flashed him the puppy dog eyes that you knew he couldn’t resist.

He smiled as he fell beside of you, a little of his seed spilling out on your thigh but you didn’t care. All that mattered was him being with you. He kissed you again before pulling you close to him, covering you both up with the huge blanket and a few smaller ones. Without contemplation, he held your bump before rubbing his hand over it easily.

“She’s being quiet.”, he smirked.

“Maybe he’s asleep now.”, you looked back at Joe with a smirk on your face.

“After all that, it would be hard.”, he laughed.

Suddenly, you both felt the baby move, kicking Joe’s hand easily. You smiled back at him again before you both shared a kiss.

“Now, get the baby to settle down and sleep, please.”

“On it.”, he kissed you again before you both cuddled up together, your back facing his and feeling his cock resting against your ass.

You snuggled into your pillows, closing your eyes as he rubbed your bump and attempted to lull both you and the baby to sleep. It must have worked at some point. You only woke up once, his arm wrapped around your waist while hearing him snore causing you to smirk before you dozed right back off to sleep. You were both trying to enjoy sleep before the baby came, but it was a good trade-off. Getting a new baby that was part of you both and losing a little sleep—it’d be worth it.

#eddie munson #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn #joseph x reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie stranger things

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rocknrollbabe14 · 6 days

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Are joes parents divorced?

According to a panel Joe did at German Comic Con, yes. He didn’t state why and it’s none of our business but he was asked what dog he would be and he responded with the sheep dog, which is his step dad’s dog named Poppy. See below.

Credit to @katekulp on Tik Tok.

#eddie munson #joseph quinn

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rocknrollbabe14 · 6 days

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Didn’t know when I signed up to write fanfic, I signed up to get anons about Joe but I guess 🤷🏻‍♀️😂

#eddie munson #joseph quinn

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rocknrollbabe14 · 9 days

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Jesus Christ. Kate and Joe have NEVER met. She wants that dumb tiktok to leave her alone and has even reported them to the police for stalking her over nothing.

(this isn’t aimed at u btw, have a feeling that anon is the same one behind the tiktok account)

Didn’t take it that way anon. I totally agree, TikTok needs to shut it down but that person is so crazy they’d probably just start up a new one. Joe is free to do what he wants with his life and owes no one an explanation.

#eddie munson #joseph quinn

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rocknrollbabe14 · 10 days

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have u seen jqs new gf kate driver ?

I’m not sure they’re dating but I’ve seen her. I’ve been sent multiple things about her against my will lmao. No evidence online suggests they’re dating. It’s his life and who he dates isn’t any of my business. 🤷🏻‍♀️

Hope this helps.

#joseph quinn #eddie munson

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rocknrollbabe14 · 12 days

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Rock a Bye Professor

Part Two

Rating: 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

Warnings: : Direct mentions of sex, birth control, missed period, nausea, vomiting, pregnancy and abortion. Professor/Student trope at college level. Both consenting adults. Don't like it, don't read. Thank you!

Joe’s footsteps could be heard as he opened the door, his face instantly lighting up at the sight of you. Even if you were avoiding him, your grades weren’t slipping.

“Hey, love.”

“Hey, Joe.”

He looked a little ridiculous in his apron with his glasses on. But it was cute that he would go to these lengths just for you. Taking you in a hug, you slowly hugged him back. His cologne tickled your nose, instantly making you realize you had missed him.

“Are you hungry?”, he asked lightly with a smile, pulling back a little just to look at your expression.

“Kinda.”

You stepped inside as he closed and locked the door behind you. The house smelled good, the scent of steak filling your nose. Ever since you had gotten pregnant, your sense of smell was intensified. It was like you could smell from a mile away.

“I made steak just how you like it—medium rare. I grilled out.”, he announced proudly.

“You did?”

He nodded, turning his attention back to tossing the salad he had made. “Mhmmm.”

You watched as he mixed it to his liking, laying the tongs down. You swallowed easily, feeling the tension in the air. There was an obvious elephant in the room. Silence lay between you both as he finished up dinner, pulling the baked potatoes out of the stove. He made your plate first, making his way over to the table. He hummed softly as he fixed his. It felt awkward.

“Sit down.”, he smiled softly as he pulled your chair out.

You awkwardly did as he requested, clearing your throat as he placed a wine glass in front of you along with a glass of water. He grabbed the wine he picked out, smiling at it before he came back over to the table.

“I got merlot, your favorite.”

You laughed nervously, realizing this was definitely happening—you were going to have to tell him you were pregnant and brace yourself for his reaction no matter if it was good or bad. You felt your mouth going dry as you tried to gather the words you were going to say. He noticed something was off with you and he was going to attempt to find out what that was. He poured your glass of wine, a soft smile curved across his lips before pouring himself one. Once he was satisfied he was finished setting the table, he shed his apron and sat down in the chair across from you.

“Has things been going alright?”

“Fine.”, you responded, not making eye contact with him.

He began cutting his steak as if be was trying to saw between the tension between you both. There was several minutes of complete and utter silence, making you feel the worst you ever had. This had never happened between you both. You could feel his eyes on you as you slowly chewed your steak, chasing it with a drink of water.

“Aren’t you going to drink your wine?”, he asked, taking a sip of his.

“I don’t drink.”

He scoffed playfully, a cheeky smile spreading across his lips. “Since when?”

The moment of truth was here.

“Since I found out….I’m….pregnant.”, you choked out slowly.

You slowly raised your face up, eyes locking with his in an attempt to read his expression. His silverware clanked as it fell out of his hands, a surprised expression plastered across his face. He attempted to form words, but ended up laughing nervously each time before finally forming a sentence.

“What?”, he asked.

“I’m pregnant.”, you repeated again with more confidence.

It became easier to say it this time around. You hadn’t told anyone—not even Tori. This was the first time you were saying it out loud—the moment it became real.

“How—when—uh,”, he began to laugh nervously, looking down at the table to try and gather his composure.

This is what had been plaguing you. A baby. He wanted to laugh in disbelief.

“Aren’t you on birth control?”

You nodded. “Was.”

Joe laughed again, but you knew it was nervous laughter. You had broken him. He wasn’t processing this fast enough for you.

“It’s mine?”, he asked quickly.

His question infuriated you slightly and you could feel your blood pressure rising. Your face was flushing, frustrated and hurt by his inquiry.

“Of course it’s yours. I haven’t fucked anyone else.”, you spat with venom in your voice before crossing your arms.

Part of you felt so angry you wanted to cry. Not from sadness, but from sheer anger and frustration. Damn these pregnancy hormones already.

“No—no, I didn’t mean it like that. I’m just—trying to process everything.”, he backtracked quickly.

You kept your arms crossed, not able to make eye contact with him. “Well, don’t worry about it. It won’t be your problem after next week.”

His face fell, all signs of any joy and excitement drained from his face. “What?”

You looked up at him. “Don’t worry about it. It’s not going to be your problem anymore after next week.”, you repeated slower so he could hang on to each word.

“Is something wrong with the baby? How long have you known?”, his voice was becoming sharper, more defensive.

You laughed bitterly. “Nothing’s wrong with the baby. I’ve known for awhile. Five weeks.”

His eyes widened, growing big like saucers. “Five weeks?!”

His reaction only caused you to become more angry, a little more bitter. He didn’t know how hard this was. It’s not like you wanted to be pregnant right now. You were still trying to finish college, almost near the finish line. Originally, sleeping with your professor was fun and carefree, but now there was dire consequences of your actions. You were growing his baby. He could have at least been a little more understanding. At the moment, you felt like he was being a real dick head.

“Yes, five weeks.”

“So how far along are you?”

“Nine weeks.”, you responded, sighing.

He scoffed in disbelief. “It didn’t occur to you that I’d like to know?”

He got up from the table, groaning as he rubbed his face, pushing his glasses up as he turned away from you.

“I—I don’t—I didn’t think you wanted it.”

He laughed sarcastically again, pinching the bridge of his nose with this fingers. “Jesus.”

You got up from the table. “I’m going home.”

He spun around. “Really? I think I should get an opinion on this. I mean, you’ve ignored me for weeks all the while you’re pregnant with MY child. Excuse me for being a little surprised.”

You groaned, the anger rising in your chest. “It doesn’t affect you like it does me. I’m the one who has to carry this baby and give birth to it. My life is going to be changed forever.”

“I’m not asking you to do this alone.”

“I’m not having this baby.”, you repeated.

“What?”

“I’m scheduling my abortion next week. It’s over—my decision is made.”, you sighed softly, feeling the tears pricking at the corner of your eyes.

“I don’t get a say about my baby?!”

For the first time ever you saw fire in his brown eyes.

You remained silent, biting and swallowing the tears back.

He tried to take a deep breath, closing his eyes. He was trying his damndest to regain his composure. “Why—?”

He swallowed hard again, trying again. “Why do you want an abortion?”

His voice was calmer, more composed.

“Because—”, a soft sob finally escaped you. “I—I didn’t think you’d want this—me pregnant with your baby.”

His brown eyes were fixed on you. “What?”

You sighed, a tear sliding down your cheek. “I didn’t think you’d want this.”

Soft sobs continued to escape you as you hid your face in your hands. Your entire world was crashing down around you and there was nothing more you could do.

He sighed softly, coming closer to you. “Baby.”

“Forget it, Joe.”, you sobbed.

He sighed again as he softly wrapped his arms around you and pulled you towards him, into his chest. You wanted to let everything go. You wanted to cry against his chest and let him comfort you and tell you everything would be okay. But truth was, you weren’t sure yourself that everything was going to be okay.

“No—I’m not forgetting this. You’re pregnant with my baby. We need to talk about this.”

You sighed as you pulled back from him, attempting to swallow the sobs that desperately wanted to escape you. “This wasn’t the plan.”

Joe rubbed up and down your back, sighing softly before pulling you closer to him. “Come here.”

You allowed him to pull you closer to his chest, even allowing him to kiss your head.

“Maybe it wasn’t our plan, but it doesn’t mean I don’t want you or this—my baby. I love you. I care for you. I want a life with you. We’ve tip-toed around long enough, don’t you think? I know you’ve got a little longer before graduation but we can do this—we can be parents to an amazing little baby.”

You pulled back slightly to look up at him, the tears pooling in his deep, brown eyes.

“You think so?”

He chuckled lightly, almost completely melting. “I know so. You’re going to be an amazing mom.”

You couldn’t help but let a small smile play on your lips. “You mean it?”

“Of course, love.”, he kissed your cheek before his right hand wandered from your back, tracing your waist before finding your belly.

You flinched slightly, him noticing.

“Can I touch it?”

Your eyes closed, exhaling slowly before nodding.

You felt his right hand rub over your belly, gently rubbing it. Your breathing was hitched, this feeling unfamiliar.

“It feels a little more round.”, he smiled softly, looking into your eyes.

“Yeah, my jeans are already getting tight.”, you sighed.

He continued to rub your belly, feeling around on it. You bit your lip, trying to wrap your head around this. His breathing was slow and calm.

“Do you have ultrasound pictures of the baby?”

You nodded. “In my purse over there.”

“Can I see them?”

You bit your lip, debating the thought for a moment before finally nodding. He let you go and watch you walk over and unzip your purse, reaching in and getting the ultrasound pictures. He could already see the blur of grey, black, and white and he could feel excitement rising in his chest. He never imagined he’d find a woman he wanted to marry and have children with. He didn’t see being a father in his cards, even though he wanted to. Truthfully, it killed him every time he went out to the grocery store and saw a family. He wanted that more than anything.

He was used to being alone in the states, leaving his family in London to come over here and teach. His mom had asked him what he was doing. He truthfully didn’t know. He needed a change and that’s all he knew. His last relationship went to hell and he was tired. She had cheated on him. He needed to start new. That’s when he moved here and starting teaching. The first day he laid eyes on you, he knew he wanted you. But he couldn’t risk loosing his job. Somehow, it just happened between you both.

Taking a deep breath, you handed them to him. His fingers were trembling as he grabbed the edge of the ultrasound pictures, beginning to chuckle in an attempt to keep himself from crying. He was in sheer disbelief.

“This is my baby?”, he choked out, swallowing hard.

You nodded softly. “Yes.”

His eyes scanned over the ultrasound pictures, noticing the little blob. It had barely began to form—a small tiny head and beginning of an abdomen. It was the size of a sweetheart candy.

“Wow.”, he breathed, choking on the word.

He swallowed hard again, feeling his eyes begin to water.

You smiled softly, feeling tears pooling in your own eyes.

“I can’t believe this is our baby.”, he smirked before he grabbed you, pulling you into a hug and squeezing you tight while being careful not to bend the pictures.

You finally giggled lightly. “Well, it is.”

“When’s your next appointment?”

“Next Thursday.”

He kissed your head. “Can I go with you?”

You bit your lip again before nodding excitedly.

“I can’t wait to see the baby.”, he gushed, clearly still in awe. “When do we get to hear the heartbeat?”

“Possibly next week.”, you smiled, sniffling easy.

“I’m so excited. Makes me want to celebrate with you.”, he smirked, looking you into the eyes.

“How?”

“Maybe taking you to bed, forgetting dinner, and showing you how much I love you and how sexy I think it is that you’re carrying my baby.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”, he responded lowly before beginning to kiss you slowly.

He felt you relax under his kiss, beginning to kiss back.

“Can I take you to bed?”, he asked between kisses.

“Please.”

He picked you up without warning causing you to squeal softly. He continued kissing you as he blindly made his way down the darkened hallway, pushing his bedroom door open. Easily making his way over to the bed, he dropped you carefully on the bed with a soft thud. He leaned back up, beginning to undo his button up.

“Gotta—be—careful with you.”, he groaned softly, feeling his cock getting hard through his slacks.

“Why? You won’t hurt me or the baby.”, you breathed softly, hair sprawled out on his mattress behind you.

“I know—just wanna be gentle.”, he breathed as his shirt fell to the floor, immediately beginning to unbutton his slacks.

You swallowed hard as you watched him slide his boxers and slacks down simultaneously. You bit your lip, practically biting it off as you saw how hard his cock was. He groaned easily before beginning to stroke it in his thick, broad hands. The ones you desperately needed inside you or touching you.

“Joe.”

“Like it, love? I know it’s missed being inside you. I’ve been left to jack off the past few weeks to just the thought of you.”

You sat up lightly. “You did?”

He nodded. “Yeah just thinking about you was driving me crazy.”

He was now towering over you. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. Now lay down and relax, baby. Wanna take real good care of you.”

You did as he asked, falling back against the bed as his thick fingers traced up your legs. It felt like fireworks exploding. You had missed his touch—yearning for it for all these weeks but so lost and confused about his feelings regarding you and this baby. But it was clear, he wanted you and he wanted this baby more than anything. He carefully grabbed your dress, swiftly pulling it up and over your head. A deep exhale fell from you as he tossed it to the side before his fingers traced your hips, finding the hem of your panties and sliding them down your legs.

His hard cock dug into your thighs as he shifted before settling right at your entrance.

“How can I get you wet and ready for me?”, he breathed, looking down at you.

This was doing something to you, forcing you to swallow hard.

“Um…..I feel pretty wet…..”, you breathed.

“Really?”, he smirked. “Let’s just see about that.”

He shifted in the bed easily again, his head now in-between your thighs with his broad, thick hands gripping your thighs, keeping them apart.

“Um Joe, what are you—?”

You were interrupted by his tongue licking down your slick, causing you to gasp lightly.

“Joe.”

“Does it feel good, baby?”

“Soooo good.”, you moaned out.

He smirked, his breath against your clit as he continued to lick and lap at your heat. He was so good with his tongue, part of the reason you ended up in this position in the first place.

“You are so fucking wet.”, he breathed.

“And you’re really hard, Joe. Please don’t—make me wait.”, you gripped the bedsheets.

He stopped for a moment, looking up at you. “You really want me inside you?”

You nodded. “So bad, Joe.”

“Mhmmm, I can’t believe I already put a baby inside you.”

You smirked easily as he shifted in bed again, beginning to kiss your neck as he wrapped his arms around you, leaning you up. Your hands found his curls, beginning to run through them as his kisses moved to your lips. They started off slow and passionate but quickly became feverish and fast. His cock was still so hard as it brushed against your thighs, causing your core to burn.

“Joe—please.”, you begged through kisses.

“Hmm?”, he hummed.

“Please—need you inside.”

“Okay, baby.”

He laid you down, kissing down your chest and belly before lining himself up with your entrance. Without warning, you felt him slid inside you, causing your eyes to roll back in your head.

“You’re so tight, baby.”

You swallowed as you took a deep breath, trying to adjust to his size. He could read you like an open book.

“Doing okay, baby?”

“Just trying to get used to your size again.”, you breathed, relaxing.

He smirked, waiting before he slid in further. He wasn’t quite all the way in, but he wanted to give you a chance to recuperate. He could hear your hitched breathing for a few seconds before leaning down and giving you another kiss.

“Ready to continue?”

You nodded breathlessly.

He chuckled softly before pushing further inside you.

“Still doing okay, love?”

You nodded. “Yes—perfect.”

He smirked as he began to thrust his hips, hitting all the right spots at just the right pace. It was no wonder you ended up pregnant with his baby. You couldn’t help but let the moans that you had pent up escape. It felt good to finally have a release, an outlet to let these feelings go. The louder and longer your moans became, the more it drove him crazy and he became determined to make you orgasm. His heart was set on it, if it was the last thing he did.

“Missed—this.”, he groaned through his thrusts.

“Me—too.”, you admitted, gripping the covers.

His hands began to trace your abdomen, sending chills down your spine. He traced his way up to your breasts, barely cupping them in his thick, broad hands.

“Are they sore baby?”

You shook your head. “Not as bad as they were.”

“Want me to play with them or skip it?”

“You can.”

His thick fingers traced the nipple on your right breast, instantly eliciting a moan from you. It felt good instead of instantly feeling pain. He smiled as he realized you were enjoying this, that it was pleasurable for you. Maybe this pregnancy was going to start to become easier.

“Joe.”

“Yes, love?”

“Gonna cum—soon.”, you breathed.

It wasn’t going to take you long to reach your climax. Your body had missed and craved his touch and these hormones were driving you crazy—one minute you felt like the world was caving in and then you craved his touch and wanted him like crazy. It didn’t make sense and you were still trying to adjust and figure it out. He kept the rhythm of his thrusts the same, just how he knew you liked it.

“Joe…..”, you moaned.

“Yes, love?”

“Gonna—gonna cum—like right now…..”

“Good, because I am too—”

“Right now?”, you asked, hazily.

“Right—now.”, he confirmed.

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Two more thrusts was all it took before he felt your cunt tighten around his cock, your juices flowing over him as you cried out—not in pain—but pleasure. He smirked, he had missed that feeling so badly. And that’s what sent him over the edge. His thrusts ceased as he held your hips, his cock pulsing as he released his seed deep inside you. And he wasn’t pulling out until he was sure he was done.

You smiled up at him, groggily. It was hard to put your mutual release into words but it was amazing. Once he felt like he was finished, he fell beside you. You both were breathing hard, trying to catch your breath. He kissed your cheek as he pulled the cover up and over you.

“Joe?”

“Yes, love?”

“Can I finish dinner? I’m starving.”

He chuckled. “Your steak?”

“Yes.”

“I’ll go get it. Anything for you and our baby.”, he leaned up before rubbing your belly and giving you a kiss.

You watched him practically sprint leaving the bedroom, just to get you and the baby dinner. You smiled to yourself before laughing easily.

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Rock-a-Bye Professor

Part One

First Professor story "Hot for Teacher" here :

Rating: 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

**I have this one almost completed and have had it in my drafts for over a year now. Since I wrote the first one. Lmao. This continues their relationship. First part is shorter but I left it on a cliff hanger.**

Special thanks to @usererics for my header. I love it and you! ❤️

“You sure you don’t want to go to the party?”, Tori called out from the living room.

“No thanks, Tori. Not feeling the greatest.”, you sighed, laying in bed feeling like death.

You had felt nauseated for several days, chalking it up to a stomach virus. You’d gotten sick in the mornings before class—even missing a few classes. You had to get your shit together if you wanted to graduate in the spring. You were too close to fuck things up now.

“Call me if you need me?”, Tori asked.

“Sure, but I think it will be the other way around.”, you smirked, pulling your covers up.

Tori told you she’d be two blocks over before closing the door, finally leaving you alone. You got out of bed, pulling the box out of your purse as you heard your phone ding.

-Coming over tonight? Miss you.

It was your Professor—boyfriend. You were still getting used to calling him your boyfriend. Now, things had grown more complicated. You had missed your period. You knew this usually meant one thing—but you had been super stressed lately.

-Maybe. Still feeling really bad. ☹️

It took everything in you to raise yourself up from your bed and go to the bathroom, your hands beginning to shake. It made you nervous to even toss the idea around in your head that you could be pregnant. You heard your phone ding and you were certain it was Joe, but you had more pressing matters to attend to at the moment. Shutting the bathroom door, you read over the instructions on the back before practically ripping the box open. It had two tests to help ensure and confirm accuracy.

Obviously, two pink lines meant ‘pregnant’ and one pink line meant ‘not pregnant’. You needed and prayed for one pink line before sitting down on the toilet to do your business. Ripping open the wrapper, you took the cap of the pregnancy test. You looked up at the ceiling as you followed the instructions before pulling the test from between your legs and recapping it, laying it flat. You got up and flushed the toilet before going to get your phone—anything to distract you for a few minutes while you waited on the results that would change your life.

-So sorry, love. I could take care of you. Warm bath, massage, soup? What do you think?

You felt your insides twist into a knot as you read his text. The idea was tempting. It sounded amazing and the thought alone was turning you on.

-You mean it?

Another ding.

-Of course, love. Want me to pick you up?

You bit your lip, really wanting to take him up on his offer. After you estimated two minutes, you went to check on the results of your pregnancy test. You swallowed hard as you closed your eyes, picking up the test. Opening your eyes, you felt your heart drop down into your stomach. An audible gasp escaped your lips. Two dark pink lines. You were pregnant—whether you wanted to be or not. Feeling like you were in complete disbelief, you felt the tears pricking at the corner of your eyes.

Your life was over—or at least you felt that way. You always wanted a baby after you were married. You were nowhere close to being married. You had a relationship with your professor—one you had to hide. Now, you were also pregnant by him.

-Yes or no, love? Won’t be mad either way. Just miss you so much.

You sighed.

-Yeah, sounds okay.

Part of you didn’t feel like going over to visit him, but you knew you had been a little distant with being sick and all.

-Great. Did Tori go to her party?

You clutched the pregnancy test, coming out of the bathroom. You slid both tests into your bedside table. Couldn’t risk Tori finding them or taking them in your purse.

-Yes. You can park on the curb. I’ll be out. Just text me when you get here.

-Sounds great, love. Can’t wait to take care of you. 😉

Another deep sigh escaped your lips, laying your phone down on your bed. You knew you needed to make a doctor’s appointment soon. That was the first step. Throwing a few things in your bag, you began to ponder how you could have gotten pregnant. You took your pill every day—shit. You grabbed your pack of pills, eyeing them. You went down each row until you gasped. You had missed two. How in the hell had you missed two pills? You groaned, immediately beginning to curse yourself.

Not only was it your own fault you had gotten pregnant, but now you had to explain it to your professor—boyfriend that you missed two of your pills and got pregnant. The thoughts alone made your head spin and made you dread having the conversation with him—if you decided to. While your world had stopped spinning, your phone dinged and you just knew it was him letting you know he was here.

You grabbed your overnight bag, locking up the dorm. Your heart began to beat faster as you took two of the steps at a time. You saw his Mercedes, looking around and making sure no one else was watching you. You jogged over to his car, hearing him unlock the passenger door. Looking through the car window, you could see the big, stupid smile spread across his lips. You couldn’t help but give him a small smile back as you got inside the car.

“Hey, love.”

“Hey.”, you smiled softly.

“Maybe it’s the lighting, but you look pale.”

You laughed easily. “Thanks, babe.”

He smirked as he shifted into drive and pulled out. “Don’t worry, I’m gonna make you feel better.”

His free hand found your knee.

“And just how are you gonna do that?”, you countered.

He smirked, a soft chuckle escaping his lips. “Mhm, well I can start by running you a warm bath. Let you relax while I make you some dinner. Have you been able to keep anything down?”

“Not hardly. Just some water.”

“You’ve got to eat something.”

“We can try some soup and saltines, I guess.”

He rubbed your leg reassuringly as you leaned your head against the door. You felt like shit if you were being honest, but you knew he wanted your company. The weekends were some of the only chances that you all got to be with one another. Your head was pounding from vomiting constantly over the past several days. He rubbed your leg in silence as you both continued the drive to his house. It was dark, the street lights illuminating you both every few blocks.

It felt like forever before you finally reached his house. Your stomach already felt queasy again, but now you knew why. It was like he could read you. He could tell exactly what was on your mind.

“Are you doing okay, baby?”

You shook your head. “Feeling sick again.”

“Let’s get you inside, yeah? Let you lay down for a bit while I run your bath?”

You nodded as he came over to the passenger’s side of the vehicle and grabbed your bag, throwing it on his shoulder. He helped you out, keeping a hand on your waist to ensure you didn’t fall over. You knew you were weak considering you hadn’t been able to keep anything down. You were probably dehydrated. He held onto you as he stuck his key in the door, it popping open to reveal his lowly lit home. You remembered the first time you saw his house—you were very drunk. You thought you were imagining things.

He assisted you over to the couch, helping you sit down easily. The room felt like it was spinning as you laid back and closed your eyes.

“Want some over-the-counter nausea medicine?”, he asked as he pulled a blanket over you.

Your mind immediately wandered to your unborn baby. Would it be safe to take something like that? You were still undecided on what to do but were still being very cautious.

“Um…..no, it’s okay.”

He raised his brows surprisingly from behind his glasses. “Alright. Do you think you should go to the hospital? You’re probably dehydrated, love.”

Your heart dropped down into your stomach and you knew that was a bad idea. They’d do a pregnancy test on you for sure when you told them when your last period was. He’d find out you were pregnant and you weren’t ready to tell him yet.

“No—an expensive bill for nothing? Worst case scenario I need some Pedialyte.”, you laughed nervously.

He chuckled surprisingly. “Okay, love. We won’t decide yet but if you keep getting worse, we’re going. You don’t need all your electrolytes getting out of whack.”

You nodded as he kissed your forehead.

“No fever.”

You smiled softly as he leaned back up, looking down at you with his piercing, deep brown eyes.

“I’m gonna run your bath, okay?”

You nodded as he kissed your cheek and headed off to the bathroom. Joe was very affectionate with you behind closed doors, the only chance he had was to show you how much he loved and adored you. How would he take the news of you being pregnant? Did he even want a future with you? The thoughts alone made your stomach twist and turn, the nauseous feeling rising in your chest.

“Joe?”

“Yes, babe?”, he shouted from the bathroom over the sound of running water.

“Um, I’m feeling sick—again.”, you groaned.

“Coming!”

He rushed out of the bathroom, holding a small bathroom trashcan before bringing it to you. He sat down beside you on his couch, pulling your hair back. You hated throwing up in front of him. It was the worst feeling and you knew it was definitely not romantic. He rubbed your back with his other free hand as you felt yourself beginning to dry heave, signaling your torture was almost over. Not that you had much to get rid of anyway, but some water and Sprite that you had attempted to drink a few hours ago.

Once you were done, you sat the trashcan down and wiped the tears away from the corner of your eyes.

“Baby, are you sure you feel like taking a bath? We could still go to the hospital.”

“I’ll be fine. Just let me bathe and lay down in bed? Maybe cuddle me?”, you asked, puppy dog eyes.

He sighed easily before a small smile came across his lips. “Okay—fine.”

Giving you a small kiss, he went to check your bath water. He came back and told you it was warm and ready for you. Once again, it took all your strength to get off the couch and head to the bathroom. You pulled your top off, laying it on the sink.

“I can get your bra—if you want.”, he breathed.

You nodded easily, lifting your hair up. You felt his fingertips brush your soft, bare skin as he made his way to the clasp of your bra, unhooking it gently. You inhaled sharply, missing his touch but you were in no position for sex. You felt your chest fall free. Joe’s breathing hitched and you could tell he liked what he saw. His hands snaked around your chest, taking both breasts in his hands, causing you to choke back a hiss. You had no idea your breasts were that sore and sensitive.

“Still so sexy even if you’re sick.”, he hummed, placing kisses on your neck.

You swallowed hard, trying not to let on like anything was wrong. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. I hope you feel better soon, love. I miss making love to you.”

You smiled softly, attempting to hide your expression of discomfort.

“I’ll leave you to finish your bath. You’ll call if you need me?”

You nodded easily as he kissed your cheek again, leaving you in the bathroom but leaving a small crack in the door so he could hear you. You slid your sweatpants and panties off, laying them with your other clothes. You wasted no time sinking down into the warm bath, exhaling some relief on your newly aching body. It felt good—you weren’t going to lie. After a few minutes, you decided to quickly wash off and wash your hair. It had been two days since you’d taken a good shower since feeling so crummy.

Once the water began to grow cold, you got out and grabbed the towels Joe had set out for you. You wrapped one around your body and the other was put in your hair. Draining the water, you began to feel a little queasy again. You wished this baby would give you a break. But once standing back up, you felt a little better. You quickly dried the water out of your hair making it less dripping and damp before looking at yourself in the mirror. You looked rough, he was right.

Joe had laid out one of his t-shirts for you and grabbed a clean pair of your panties from your bag. His t-shirts were definitely more comfy than your gown. And it smelled like him.

“Doing okay, love?”, he called out from his bedroom.

“Yes. Coming to bed.”

You hung your towels up quickly before grabbing your clothes and turning off the bathroom light. Opening the door, you noticed him grading papers while lying in bed. He looked up at you easily.

“Feel better, baby?”

“A little.”

He looked over his glasses at you as you circled the bed, climbing in on your side. Well, it wasn’t technically your side but it was always the side you slept on when coming over. You peeled the covers back easily before sliding into bed, pulling them back up on you easily as you stared at the ceiling. He had a single lamp on, the one on his side. It provided him with enough light to work by.

“Ready for cuddles?”, he asked softly.

You nodded.

He chuckled softly as he laid his papers and red pen down, reaching to grab the lamp to turn it off. You heard his glasses hit the bedside table before he wrapped you up in his strong arms. He exhaled softly, a sign he was relaxed. He planted a kiss on your cheek.

“I love you.”

“I love you too, Joe.”

It was a matter of minutes before he was snoring lightly but all that was on your mind was your unborn baby. What were you going to do?

Over the next couple of weeks, you avoided Joe. You hadn’t spent the weekend at his house since that night. You had your first doctor’s appointment where they confirmed you indeed were pregnant and estimated you at being six weeks along by the time you got in to see the OB. She did an ultrasound, confirming that everything looked good and the baby was growing healthy for its age, your HCG levels were perfect for the timeframe of your pregnancy and gave you printouts of your baby. All you could do was stare.

She had noticed you weren’t like most mothers who were crying tears of joy or bringing their husbands or boyfriends with them. She asked if you wanted to know your other options. You answered yes. She gave you a pamphlet explaining alternative solutions—adoption and abortion. She told you the sooner you made a decision, the better off you’d be. All you had to do was say the word and she’d write the referral to the abortion clinic. She asked if you were married to which you answered no.

All you could think about was Joe and how he’d feel about all this. He’d texted you every day, hoping you’d come back around. He knew something was off with you, but he couldn’t pin it down. He absolutely had no idea you were pregnant with his baby and going through all this emotional turmoil. Your OB told you that you didn’t have to come to a decision that day—to sleep and think about it until your next appointment. It would be at the ten-week mark and she told you that you would be able to hear your baby’s heartbeat if you wanted to.

That was three weeks ago. Back at your dorm, you pulled your shirt up and looked in the mirror. You were getting a very small bump. It was barely noticeable but you could tell a difference. Your phone dinged.

-Can we have dinner and talk? I really miss you. I love you and can’t stop thinking about you.

You laid your phone back down on the bed, sighing. You could have your abortion secretly and things could go back to normal. He’d never have to know. But deep down inside, you knew that wasn’t fair to him. Sighing, you decided to finally give in.

-Yeah, I can come over.

You blew air, waiting for a response.

-Want me to pick you up?

Biting your lip, you responded.

-No, it’s okay. I’ll catch a cab. See you soon.

-Ok, be safe. Love you.

You got up and gathered a few things and arranged for a cab to come get you. This was now or never. The day you dreaded but he deserved to know. Climbing in the cab, you gave his address and the ride seemed to take forever. Your stomach felt sick, but you didn’t know if it was the baby or your nerves. It wasn’t long before you came up to his house, seeing the lights on. You paid your fare, thanked the cab driver, and grabbed your bag. He pulled away, leaving you alone as you walked up the steps and rang the doorbell. Here goes nothing.

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rocknrollbabe14 · 17 days

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Posting some Professor Quinn laterrr

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rocknrollbabe14 · 22 days

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Okay I’m so sorry again for the delay. I’ve got some Professor Quinn cooked up, some Doctor Quinn cooked up. How do we feel if I wrote Michael? I know he’s fucked up but I’m just asking for a general consensus.

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rocknrollbabe14 · 3 months

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I know you all are probably tired of my updates. I know it’s been awhile since I’ve updated my stories. Life has just been crazy with losing my fur baby, traveling, working towards changing jobs, and just dealing with every day problems that I struggle with such as anxiety and depression. I don’t like to get very candid on here but this is just the true facts of the matter.

In honor of Joe’s birthday, I will be updating this week. Please vote as to which you’d like to see updated. I’m working on them all. I switch back and forth between them just so I won’t get bored or overwhelmed. Thanks so much for the love and support.

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rocknrollbabe14 · 3 months

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Professor Quinn teaserrrrrr

Ratings: 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!!

Professor Quinn forgets your birthday…..or does he?

Ratings: 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!

Your alarm clock went off, immediately causing you to slam your hand on it to silence it. A soft groan escaped your lips, but quickly faded when you remembered what day it was. Today was your 23rd birthday and that instantly made today a little better. It was not unusual for you to set four alarms in the mornings. You had never been a morning person—except today that is.

Peeling the covers back, you sat up and began to stretch. You’d fell asleep in your usual attire—tank top and panties. Your phone dinged, causing you to immediately unplug it from charging.

-Good morning beautiful. Can’t wait to see you in class. X

You had not saved his number in your phone and didn’t plan on doing it anytime soon. But you couldn’t help the smile that curved across your lips.

-Good morning. And thank you. ❤️ Can’t wait to see you too.

You tried to ignore the ping of the disappointment that creeped into your chest upon realizing that he hadn’t wished you happy birthday. A week ago, you were in his bed—maybe even cuddled up to him after mind-blowing sex and you remembered explicitly mentioning that your birthday was this week. Maybe he was going to surprise you. Or maybe he had forgotten.

-Can’t help but think about what you’re gonna wear, love. Wanna show me or tell me?

Quickly, you typed back a response.

-Thinking I may just surprise you. 😉

Dropping hints much?

-Aw. Want to make your professor wait?

Your stomach twisted and ached at his words. Biting your lip, you texted back again.

-No but doesn’t everyone love a good surprise? I can show you what I slept in last night….if you want……

You laid your phone back down, closing your eyes for a moment. Until you heard thing ping of your phone again.

“Someone’s popular this morning!”, Tori chimed in from outside of your door. “Was just making sure you’re up for your morning anatomy class.”

“I’m up.”, you responding through a laugh, picking your phone up again.

-FUCK YES. PLEASE. 🥵

You smirked lightly before laying back in bed, making sure there was a good angle of you. For one, you were usually never confident enough to take sexy pictures of yourself. You didn’t really consider yourself “sexy” but he was quick to reassure you that you were indeed both sexy and beautiful. It was nice to hear it, something you would never grow tired of. The guys you had dated before had never made you feel the way he does.

You pulled your tank top up lightly to give a good angle of your lace panties, leaving little to the imagination and snapped a few different pictures, and wasting no time sending them to him before getting up out of bed and slipping out of your tank top and putting on your push-up bra, adjusting it lightly. Professor Quinn—or Joe as he had asked you to call him convinced you that you didn’t need a push up bra to make your boobs look good. It had been a hard adjustment since you all had began to see each other more and more.

It started with you being drunk at the party, a decision you were originally embarrassed of but had led you down the path you were on now. It was also originally very casual sex or so you’d thought. It began happening after class, in his office, eventually leading to his house. He had offered to make dinner for you one night after he got off work and how could you say no? He was a woman’s dream—great personality, sexy looks, great job, a great house, great car. He had done well for himself and that only made him more attractive.

A smile spread across your face as your stomach flipped.

-FUCKKKK, you’re killing me baby. Only thing that would make it better is for you to be naked and in my bed.

-And just when am I getting that chance again? 🥺

-Let me check my schedule and I’ll let you know soon, love. Be careful coming to class. See you soon. X

You frowned lightly at his response, clearly disappointed with his cryptic answer. Tossing your phone lightly, you finished getting ready. All you could think about was the possibility of him forgetting your birthday and if he did, it would hurt you. You knew that sounded stupid. Sighing, you took one last look in the mirror at your outfit before doing your make up. You had decided on a black long sleeve shirt, a plaid skirt, black tights, and black knee length boots.

For once, you felt confident. You did look sexy in this. If this didn’t grab his attention, you weren’t sure what would. Grabbing your backpack weighed down with your books and laptop, you decided you would grab coffee on the way.

“Have a good day in your sexy professor’s class.”, Tori winked.

You winced lightly. You had hoped she would lay off the comments about your “sexy professor.” It was easy for her to make those jokes before you had entered a relationship with him.

Shall I continue???? 🫠 comment and let me know!

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rocknrollbabe14 · 3 months

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rocknrollbabe14 · 3 months

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I never expected to receive questions on this account pertaining to Joe……

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rocknrollbabe14 · 4 months

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I just want to get on here and apologize for no content updates. My precious fur baby passed away and I’ve just been in a funk. I will be updating the following in the near future.

-Sad Eyes

-Baby Love

I will also take requests for Joe. I have a couple in my inbox that I will get around to. One was for New Years but where my furbaby passed before I have been in a total funk.

Thanks so much.

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rocknrollbabe14 · 4 months

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If anyone wants New Year’s Eve Joe, let me know.

Send requests 😌

Thankssssss

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rocknrollbabe14 · 4 months

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You Make Everyday Feel Like It's Christmas (Joe X Reader)

You Make Everyday Feel Like It’s Christmas

Summary: It’s your second Christmas with Joe. Christmas has a new meaning for you this year. But you’ve always loved this time of year. But this time, you want to bring a little holiday cheer to your fiancé. Joe doesn’t “hate” Christmas but he’s not quite feeling up to it this year. Can you manage to get him in the Christmas spirit? Or will he be a scrooge?

Prompts: Shopping, “I cannot believe you’re making me go shopping on Christmas Eve.”// “Don’t be a Scrooge.”// “I’m freezing, come warm me up.”// baking

Rating: 18+ (for the fact at the end, it alludes to premarital sex)

Also, special thanks to @josephs-quinns for making my header and making my visions come to life. Love you ❤️❤️❤️

You were never one to put off Christmas shopping. Matter of fact, you thought people were crazy for waiting until the very last day to finish their Christmas shopping. The thought alone made your stomach twist with anxiety, making it feel like it was bubbling up into your throat. How could people be so calm when they were working against the clock to make last minute Christmas magic happen? You had never understood it—until now.

“I can’t believe you’re making me go shopping on Christmas Eve.”, Joe groaned as he slid on his peacoat, fixing his scarf just perfect around his neckline.

The weather in London was absolutely frigid in comparison to what you were used to in the United States. Moving to London to be with your fiancé was something that you never imagined would be on your bingo card. But, here you were. You had been together for almost two years now and you knew that being engaged in under two years sounded a little bizarre, but Joe had claimed he knew from the beginning that you were the one for him.

You knew how it sounded. It sounded very cliché looking back, but you loved him and you were happy with him. This was only the second Christmas you both were spending with each other. Tomorrow’s plans were clear. You were spending half Christmas Day with his mom and his stepdad and the other with his dad and his stepmom. Joe never really had talked a lot about his parents divorce and how his childhood was.

Fortunately, you couldn’t relate. Your mom and dad had been happily married for thirty years. The plan was to fly in and see them the week after Christmas with Joe in tow. At first, you weren’t sure how your parents would take you moving to another country to be with your fiancé. However they both were supportive of your relationship.

They had always been supportive of you and your decisions throughout life, making comments that they had raised a smart daughter, you had your head on your shoulders, etc. All the ones most parents said about their responsible children. It made your feel good, made you feel like you had completed your due diligence of being their child.

You rolled your eyes playfully at Joe before laughing lightly. “Come on, babe. Don’t be a Scrooge.”

Joe sighed lightly. “I’m not being a Scrooge. Just wondering why we waited until the absolute last minute to buy my mum and dad’s presents along our mate’s.”, he tried to feign a fake smile and chuckle.

Something with his energy seemed off, but you couldn’t quite place your finger on it.

“They were your friends first. And you can’t show up to your parent’s houses empty handed.”

Joe held your peacoat, helping you slip into it. One thing about him was certain. He was a gentleman.

“It’s going to be so busy.”, he groaned lightly.

He wasn’t doing such a great job at hiding his disdain for the holiday activity you both were about to take part in.

“Why don’t we just try and make the best of it? You know I hate waiting until last minute to do anything especially Christmas shopping. My anxiety is through the roof.”, you admitted as he grabbed the door knob, opening the door to your all’s house that you shared.

Immediately, you both felt the nip of the winter wind causing you both to grimace. You pulled your peacoat tighter, beginning to button it quick and in a hurry. It was something you had learned to do in the past year of living here.

“I’m going to try.”, he looked at you. “I started the car so it’d be warm for us.”

“Thanks.”, you smiled softly as he let you out the door first, carefully locking it behind you both.

He rushed down the steps in order to make it to the car before you did. A smile came across your face as you remembered why. Him being the gentleman his parents had raised him to be, there was no way you were opening your own car door. He never gave the opportunity for that to happen and he wouldn’t either. It was something that was important to him, just one of the many he ways he showed you he cared.

You looked up at him, feeling the cold air nip at your nose. He finally gave you a soft smile as he opened the car door, making sure you got in safely, and closed the door once he mad sure your appendages had made it safely into the car. You watched him through the defrosted windshield coming over to the other side, wasting no time in getting before shutting the door. He rubbed his hands together easily, shivering lightly.

Joe wasn’t usually affected by the cold. He was used to it, being raised in London and all. Winters were harsher there. He had told you that before you moved to be with him. He was brutally honest about everything before allowing you to move to be with him. But you respected that.

“Cold?”, you asked lightly.

“I’m freezing.”, he admitted with a soft chuckle as he leaned over, giving you the perfect position to kiss him in. “Warm me up.”

He flashed his puppy dog brown eyes at you playfully, the ones he used when he was being a little cheeky. You’d never admit it with words, but he already knew that he could win you over with that look.

“When we get home.”, you smirked back at him before leaning down and giving him a kiss.

“Fine.”, he feigned being hurt.

You smirked over at him as you linked your phone to his car. One way or another, you were determined to get him in the Christmas spirit no matter what it took. Scrolling through your phone, you decided on a song finally to kick off the car ride. The beginning notes of “Like It’s Christmas” by the Jonas Brothers came on, causing you to begin giggling to yourself. Joe shot you a look immediately, a coy smirk working its way across his lips.

“Really?”, he asked through a small laugh.

“Come on, babe. It’s one of my favorites.”

“I’m aware, love. Just didn’t know we had to endure the boy bands along with the other chaos surrounding today.”

Your eyes panned down to your lap, trying to ignore the pang in your chest. He didn’t mean it like that, did he? Shaking your head lightly, you continued to try and convince yourself that he didn’t mean it like that. The happy, bright Christmas music continued to play in the background but now you weren’t really in the mood to sing now. Joe’s grip tightened on the steering wheel as you all continued to the mall. You were beginning to wonder if this was the best idea. But you were determined to put him in the Christmas spirit. That was your ultimate goal.

“I’m kidding.”, he choked out.

But you didn’t really feel like he was joking.

After a little convincing, he finally got you singing even if he wasn’t doing much of it himself.

As Joe searched for parking, you could begin to tell his patience was beginning to wear thin. He swore a little, a few obscenities coming out of his mouth at how crowded and congested it was. Once he noticed you had heard him or was watching him, he abruptly cut them short. He was trying his best for you whether you knew it or not. He was struggling to be in the spirit this year but how could he tell you? The answer was simple. He wouldn’t.

It had taken a week or two after Thanksgiving for him to finally get his ass in gear and help you put the tree up. He remembered you saying back home, you usually put the tree up after Thanksgiving. Like literally the night of or the next day. He could remember laughing, thinking you were a little obsessed with Christmas but he found it cute, if he was being honest. It’s part of what made you—well, you. He didn’t understand what was really going on with him this year.

But he didn’t have much time to think about that as he shifted the car, placing it in park and eyes panning over to you.

“Ready, love?”, he asked with a sigh.

“Yes.”

"Here goes nothing.”, he smirked easily.

Westfield was always busy. But it was especially busy at Christmas time. Today, was no exception. Maybe it was even worse. Joe was going to go with worse.

“So where are we going first?”, he asked, grabbing your hand lightly.

“Uh—what about we hit up Burberry? Weren’t you wanting to get your dad a new scarf?”

Joe shrugged. “I guess.”

“You guess?”, you repeated back. “Joe, I need you to help me here. You know your family and friends better than I know them. I get we’ve been together almost two years but you know more of what they like.”

“Sure, we can get dad a new Burberry scarf Sounds good, love.”

Entering the mall, Joe could feel his blood pressure rising. It was so crowded—especially to be Christmas Eve. Hadn’t people finished already? They should have, you all included. Joe began to tug at his scarf lightly, feeling as though it was choking him. He needed to breathe.

“Can you at least give me some input? Gifts are special. I love gift giving. It’s my love language.”

Joe also loved to give—taking his friends out to eat or cooking a meal, buying you things here and there just to show you he loved you and cared so you were confused as to why he was being indifferent now.

“I know, love.”

You sighed lightly as you felt like you had to practically drag him into Burberry. The employee greeted you both, asking if you were looking for anything specific. You explained you’d like to find a scarf for your future father in law. She led you to the patterned scarves, leaving you both to make the decision on which would fit Joe’s dad the best.

“What about this one?”, you turned back to show him the archived beige cashmere scarf.

“Yeah, looks good.”

Joe barely flicked his eyes up from his cell phone.

“Joe.”

Joe’s eyes pulled up from his cell phone once again.. “I said it looks good, love. I’m sure he’ll love it.”

You huffed lightly in frustration before closing your eyes and trying to remind yourself what today was about. Yes, Joe was being totally intolerable right now but you were still very much in the Christmas spirit and you were not about to let him ruin that for you. You would convert him before it was all said and done.

Picking up the scarf, your voice came out sharper than you had intended. “Okay, let’s checkout.”

What was so important on his phone that it couldn’t wait? This behavior was very unusual for him. He never let anything distract him around you—not his phone, not anything. He followed you to the counter, wasting no time in handing you his wallet to pay for everything. Sighing, you forked over his debit card and watched as the cashier swiped it and handed it back to you, allowing you to place it back in his wallet. She asked if this was a gift (it was a different associate than earlier) to which you answered yes.

Proceeding, she asked if you all wanted it gift wrapped. Once again, you found yourself being the only one to answer her question. It was as if she could sense some tension between you both.

“Finishing up last minute Christmas shopping?”, she tried to make casual conversation.

“Yeah, we’re usually never this late.”, you fake laughed.

She sensed it. “It happens to the best of us.”

“It does.”, you agreed, almost gritting your teeth and hoping Joe could hear the annoyance laced in your voice.

“Here you are. Have a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year. Thank you for shopping with us today.”

A fake smile spread across your lips. “Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year to you as well.”

Once again, Joe was not interacting with you, this only causing for your blood to boil further. However, he finally put his cell phone away for a few minutes. You were glad—because you were afraid you would have said something you may have regretted. You didn’t want to fight with him today. Sure, every couple has their disagreements but which ones argue near Christmas time? You didn’t want you all to be the one. After taking a small break to run to the restroom and talk some sense into yourself and attempt to give him the benefit of the doubt, you felt a little more positive.

“So what all do we need?”

“What do you mean, love?”

“What all are you planning on getting everyone? All we have so far is a Burberry sweater for your dad.”

“Uh, let’s see.”, Joe began. “I guess we can get Wes some top shelf booze.”

“Okay. That leaves Ollo and your mom.”

“I’m not sure what to get Ollo.”, Joe admitted.

“Doesn’t he like photography?”

Every answer that you were getting from Joe was like pulling teeth. It didn’t—and shouldn’t be this hard to pick up gifts for your loved ones. You spent a lot of time throughout the year thinking of the perfect gifts to give everyone in your life. You didn’t understand what was holding him up. Finally, you decided to help him.

“What about a new sleek leather camera bag?”

“Yeah, that’s good.”

Good. That was the best adjective he could come up with to describe what you considered to be a very thoughtful gift for his friend. The rest of the day felt almost like agony. You all had spent more time than you had intended at the mall, totaling five hours in what could have only taken a couple of hours. It was five-thirty, almost six. The mall was closing at six. Joe carried most of the bags. It seemed like it was totally against his will which only dampened your mood further.

You all had gotten Ollo his leather camera bag, Wes his top shelf booze, and his mom a Gucci scarf and gloves.

“Ready to go, love? They’re closing in thirty minutes. And I don’t know about you but I’m so ready to get out of here and head home.”

“Yeah.”, came your short response.

You were at the end of your fuse. Walking towards the exit, Joe attempted to grab your hand with his free one. Loosely, you allowed him to intertwine his with yours, hoping he would get the hint. But it didn’t seem that he had yet. The winter wind nipped at your nose as you all walked outside to the car. Joe let go of your hand to unlock the car door. And before he could even attempt to come to your side and open the door for you, you beat him to the punch.

Frustrated and hurt didn’t even begin to describe your emotions right now. Joe looked confused as you slammed the door shut lightly, grabbing your seatbelt and fastening it. You watched in the mirror as he shook it off and loaded all the bags inside the car before getting in himself and starting the car. Your phone automatically linked back up, Christmas songs beginning to play in a loop. You were no longer in the mood to be joyous and in the spirit.

“Love?”

“Hm?”

“Are you okay? You seem—off.”

Joe tried to start the conversation lightly, easing into it.

“I’m fine.”, you insisted, crossing your arms.

Your body language definitely indicated otherwise.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”, you snapped, almost instantly regretting it but it was enough for him to stop prodding.

The rest of the car ride home was in silence other than the radio playing upbeat Christmas songs. Ones you would usually sing along to, but not today. Not now. Ten minutes away from home, you cut the radio off and let the rest of the ride be in complete silence. Joe knew he had fucked up and in a big way. The sun had set by the time you all pulled into your driveway. The outside light illuminated the driveway as he placed the car in park, shutting it off.

You wasted no time in unbuckling and grabbing your fair share of presents to carry inside.

“Do you have the house keys?”, you asked dryly.

“Yeah, here.”, Joe handed them to you and he could have sworn you almost ripped them out of his hands.

He watched as you marched up to the door, unlocking it, and disappeared inside. It took him a few minutes to catch up, but when he entered the house he noticed you had set everything down on the couch and had disappeared into the bedroom. The door was closed. His brown eyes panned to the Christmas tree, the one you always plugged in as soon as you all arrived home from whatever errands you had to run. It sat in darkness. His heart sank knowing something was wrong with you.

He sat the armful of presents on the couch beside your pile before he hurriedly kicked his shoes off, racing to your all’s shared bedroom. He turned the doorknob but it didn’t open.

“Baby?”

No answer. You had never given him the silent treatment before. Sighing, he tried the door again but to no avail. It was obvious you didn’t want to be bothered. What had he done that was so wrong? He needed to figure it out and fast. Walking back over to the couch, he sat done on the section that was clear of the pile of presents. What could he do to fix whatever he had broken? The house was silent. The silence only feeding into his dilemma.

He didn’t have much time to wallow in his woes before his phone dinged. Wasting no time, he picked it up and looked at the name. Wes.

-Hey. What time are we doing dinner Tuesday?

Joe typed back quickly.

-We were thinking around six. Does that work?

A swoosh indicated his message had sent.

It was just a few seconds before his phone dinged again.

-Sounds good. Finish up your last minute Christmas shopping with Y/N?

He sighed before typing back.

-Yeah, we did. But I feel like she’s mad at me.

-How come?

Joe sighed, beginning to text with a recount of the day. He started from the very beginning and worked his way through your all’s entire day. Joe’s heart sank into his stomach, realizing where and how he had probably went wrong once he saw the entire day in a tangible, typed messaged. From the beginning, he hadn’t seemed very thrilled that you all were going last minute Christmas shopping. Then, he wasn’t exactly thrilled with your music choices.

-I know Christmas is usually hard for you and it’s not exactly your favorite. Especially since your parents divorced. But it sounds like she was really trying to include you and make you happy this Christmas. It’s your first as an engaged couple. She may feel like you could care less and she’s hurt by that.

-How do I fix it?

Joe felt stupid even sending that question to Wes. But he needed an idea where to start.

-Give in and get in the Christmas spirit.

Wesley made it sound so easy. But before Wesley could even respond, Joe had an idea brewing in his head. He had been really shitty in the fiancé department today, especially when you tried to include him in the sing-alongs in the car, picking out his friends and family’s Christmas presents (which you helped put a lot of thought in, proving you cared about them just as much as he did), and just making the best of the day together with someone you loved.

Rising from the couch, he went over and plugged the tree in. It instantly lit up the small corner of the living room, making it feel more cozy and comfy. He admired it for a moment, the glare of the lights on the tree reflecting on the various pictures of you both hanging on the wall. In all the pictures, you both looked so happy and in love. Step one was complete.

Joe’s phone dinged again, reminding him that he hadn’t viewed the message from Wes. But he didn’t think he needed to. He knew what he needed to do. Making his way into the kitchen, he flipped on the lights and pulled a few ingredients from the fridge before slipping your very merry apron on. You had a special one just for the holidays to make things a little more festive. He couldn’t help but chuckle under his breath. It made him smile. You did the cutest things.

His mom always made the best gingerbread cookies at Christmas time. And he was about to attempt to recreate that recipe. They probably wouldn’t be as good as hers, but it was worth a try, right? He had made them with her most of the time, especially when he was a little boy. It was time to keep the tradition alive. What else could be better to set the mood than putting on a little Christmas music?

He turned on the playlist you had made, specifically for the holidays. You had shared it with him on Spotify. The festive music began filling the house as he mixed the ingredients in a bowl, landing the flour everywhere but where it needed to go. The kitchen almost looked slightly hazy, causing him to laugh lightly. He had to admit this was kinda fun, making him feel a little warm and fuzzy inside. All he needed was you to make this feel complete.

Another idea popped into his brain, one he could maybe use to coerce you out of the bedroom. You loved hot chocolate. Swiss Miss was your favorite with the tiny little marshmallows but you always added some more to give it the perfect amount. Digging in the cabinets, he found a packet. He followed the instructions and heated up a cup of hot water before mixing the packet of hot chocolate mix into it. He managed to find your stash of mini marshmallows and poured a few into the cup, making it look like something out of Hallmark movie.

He had paused his baking because he needed you to help him finish them. It didn’t feel right to continue on without you. Grabbing your cup of hot chocolate, he closed his eyes and attempted to talk himself up before reaching the bedroom door. He knocked gently.

“Love. Can you open up?”

A few seconds went by and he wondered if you were going to let him in or continue to shut him out. His hope was fading, a sigh escaping him as he almost turned to go. But you opened the door, sniffling lightly.

“Joe?”

“Yes, love?”, he spun around carefully, keeping the hot chocolate from spilling.

“Did you make me—hot chocolate?”

“I did.”

“You added the marshmallows just like I like them.”

He laughed nervously. “Of course I did. I know how much you love them.”

You smiled lightly, your sniffles fading. He could tell you had been crying and that made him feel even worse. It was like a dagger through his heart. He hated seeing you sad and didn’t even want to think about you crying.

“Look, I’m sorry I’ve been a jerk today. I wasn’t the best fiancé. And for that, I’m sorry. Christmas has just always been a difficult time for me.”, he looked down nervously at his feet before looking back up at you.

Your face was sympathetic. “Joe.”

“And I realize you were just trying to make me feel better and include me in the holiday festivities. I’m very sorry I was such an ass today.”

“Joe.”

“I love you baby and I just—”

“Joe.”, you spoke louder, trying to gain his attention, finally succeeding even if you had to interrupt his sentence. “Are you making something gingerbread or are you burning one of my candles?”

“I’m attempting to bake using my mother’s recipe for gingerbread man cookies. It only seems fitting you help me—if you want to.”

“Of course, I do.”, you came closer and leaned in, placing a kiss on his cheek. “And can I have my hot chocolate before it becomes cold chocolate?”, you teased.

“Yeah.”, he laughed nervously before handing it to you, you following behind him.

You noticed he had plugged the tree up, giving light to the living room. It was one of your favorite things at Christmas time. Seeing the tree light up the room in almost complete darkness.

“You plugged the tree in?”, you asked, taking a sip of your hot chocolate.

It felt like a warm hug.

“I did.”, he smiled back at you, the sparkle finally in his brown eyes.

“And you’re playing my Christmas playlist.”

A smirk was creeping across your face.

“I am.”, he smiled back at you.

You couldn’t help but smile as you followed him into the kitchen, noticing all the ingredients and gingerbread cookie cutters on the counter hidden in a pile of flour. He was really trying and that meant more to you than anything.

“Christmas has just been hard for me since my parents divorced. I’m sorry—it’s not fair to you. I just remember the holidays being difficult because I had to split time between both sides of my family and between both parents. They love me and I’m thankful for that—I even feel selfish for feeling this way but it was hard when all my friends got to celebrate with their perfect families.”, Joe began rolling the dough out.

“I’m sorry that it’s been difficult for you, babe. But we have each other now. We’re family—we can start our own traditions. We can see your parents but maybe set some traditions up just for us?”

Joe looked over at you. “I’d love that.”

“Yeah? Me too.”

“Maybe soon we can make these with our kids.”

You giggled. “I’d love that. So much.”

You both leaned in and shared a soft, tender kiss. As you both pulled away to admire each other, your favorite modern Christmas song came on. The one from earlier, the Jonas Brother’s “Like It’s Christmas”. Joe couldn’t help but begin to smirk as you both pulled away.

The snow on the ground, love in the air

The sleigh bells are ringing

This is what it’s all about

The fire is warm, the angles are singing

Joe watched you intently, smiling from ear to ear as he watched you begin singing the lyrics. It was a matter before he joined in on the second part.

And I don’t want to miss a single thing

Don’t wanna put end to all this cheer

But as long as you’re with me, it’s always the time of the year

You both sang the chorus, looking deeply into each other’s eyes as you continued to work on cutting out gingerbread men.

You make every day feel like it’s Christmas

Never wanna stop

Feeling’ like the first thing on your wishlist

Right up at the top

I can’t deny what I’m feeling inside

Nothin’ fake about the way you bring me to life

You make every day feel like it’s Christmas

Ever day that I’m with you

“You do know the lyrics.”, you teased him, taking another sip of your hot chocolate while raising your eyebrows.

“Only because it’s true.”

“What’s true?”

“You make everyday feel like it’s Christmas. Like you’re the best present I’ve ever received and you make me the happiest man in the entire world and I can’t wait to marry you.”

“I love you.”, you sighed dreamily.

“I love you too.”

“Wanna start on that new tradition?”

“And what’s that?”, Joe teased.

“Well, if you’re serious about making these cookies with our own babies in a few years.”

“I’ll meet you in the bedroom.”

“By the way, the holiday apron—very sexy.”, you smirked, sitting your hot chocolate down.

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