ooh im glad!!! so, expanding on that then..
how about price with a civvi wife/gf, and when theyâre talking over the phone while heâs gone, sheâs being kinda cagey and definitely omitting something, but he doesnât know what. so when he gets back home she tells him sheâs pregnant? really just a lot of fluff (and maybe angst? đ like about how his job is super dangerous and he might not come home, so he has fears about it?? bc your angst is so good it makes me sob violently /pos)
ive never sent a request before, so if this is too specific or something, feel free to whittle it down or toss it, i donât wanna bug you lol
have a good day hal, love u!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Our Remains
Pairing: John Price x F!Reader
Synopsis: You disliked hiding things from John. Certainly something as big as this.
Word Count: 4.8k
Warnings: Pregnancy, allusions to breeding kink & unprotected seggsy time, morning sickness, angst, major fluff at the end
A/N: This was an adorable request, Anon!! Thanks so much for sending it in.
*I do not give others permission to translate and/or re-publish my works on this or any other platform*
You disliked hiding things from John. It not only felt like a betrayal of his unlimited trust in you but also a slap in the face for what you had built with each other. The both of you were always honest to a fault when it came to your relationshipâlike how a bird was loyal to the sky. It was an unselfish principle; a promise of pure love and devotion that transcended touch or given gifts.
You told each other things. Everything. Down to how much you had spent on groceries that day just because it was something to talk about and share; something that made you closer to one another even when you were apart. You told the Brit what you planted in the back gardenâwhat shirt you were wearing!
But now you hold the ringing phone in your hand and for the first time in your entire relationship, you consider lying.Â
Your eyes bore into the icon of Johnâs smiling face, head covered by a black beanie and beard tilted up softly. Affectionately, his name on the device had been changed to âGrumpy St. Bernard,â but now the title made your lips go thin instead of the usual giggling reaction. No heat spreads over your cheeks; no excitement.
Just an overwhelming sense of dread.
The week had started just as the last three had. A special form of hell. At nearly six oâclock you would whip back the covers with all the fervor of a terrified rabbit being chased by a hawk; the taste of bile immediately snapping you to attention as the toilet acts as your commanding officer.Â
You imagined John would get a chuckle out of that comparison, but when youâre hurling up your guts in nothing more than a pair of your boyfriendâs boxers and a tank top itâs hard to think about all that. The taste of bile was still lickable from your lips as the bathroom tile digs into your knees, ringing phone still in your palm.Â
The idea of a pregnancy test slid into your subconscious in the first week of Johnâs two-month deployment, the tantalizing thought that was like a hook to a fish. You had pulled on the string, of course, and had instantly drowned in air. But you hadnât taken one until now. Too nervous, perhaps. Hesitant.Â
In your other hand, opposite of the buzzing phone, you held three positive pregnancy tests in a shaking grip. Pink and white plastic mock you from the corner of your vision; two double lines.Â
Johnâs icon dims.Â
You press the green circle in your panic, mouth opening and closing yet no sounds escaping. Would you tell him now? Later? Was it right to tell him about this nowâwhen he was halfway across the continent? Fear overtakes your heart for no apparent reason. You didnât want him to act rashly, especially when John could act so stubborn when he wanted to.Â
He was always so concerned about you when he was away but you were concerned just the same. That man was the one who was getting shot at constantly, not you.
âTook you a while to answer. Trying to give me the slip, then, Sweetheart?â Johnâs gravelly voice helped slightly, making your heart still, even if for a short moment. You close your eyes and tilt your head down, lips quivering at the soft chuckle over the line.
God, you loved him so much.
Blue eyes furrowed in confusion at the silence on the line, the chilled Switzerland air sneaking inside Johnâs compression shirt as he stood on the hotel balcony. The sounds of gentle conversation twitch his ears from inside the roomâthe voices of the One-Four-One a dull mumble behind the half-closed sliding door. They had been playing cards before the Captain had easily slipped away to check up on you.Â
He tried to call as often as he could.Â
Johnâs hips shift, one arm crossed over his chest as the other presses the phone harder to his ear. Lips pull to a frown, beard bristles going with them, before the lines on the Britâs forehead grow larger.
â...Love?â Naturally, a sliver of concern wedges itself into his ribs but it subsides when your calming voice spreads honey over the call. Johnâs shoulders fall back down.Â
You breathe deeply, hands dropping the tests onto the bathroom counter with a small clack of plastic.Â
âJohn,â forcing away the hitch to your words, you stare at yourself in the mirror, free hand sliding up to lightly rest over your collarbone as a soothing method. Your eyes are so filled with shock that it throws you off. âIâŠI wasnât expecting a call so soon.âÂ
âHm, been up since 0500.â the man grunts, looking out over the city and seeing the rising sun before asking softly with a deep-set brow. There was something about your toneâŠlids narrow at nothing. âDid I wake you?âÂ
âNo, no,â You force a chuckle, having to take a deep breath before ripping your sights from your own reflection. The disgust was settling at you trying to avoid this. But if your own brain could barely process this right now, what gave you the right to tell John when he wasnât here? âIâve been up for a few hours.â
Licking your lips, you run a hand over your hair, glancing out of the ajar door into the master bedroom, pushing out bland answers for only the fact that you couldnât think clearly right now.
Jesus, this was actually happening.Â
You study the thrown covers from your morning rush to the bathroom, seeing the pictures on the nightstand and feeling the delicate atmosphere that was sparkingâelectricity between atoms. A silent moment of realization that everything down to the bare bones of your relationship was about to change. Blinking back to the tests, you dwell in the strange fuzz that took residence in the back of your mind.Â
âWhatâs been going on?â Your voice isnât right. Too tight. TooâŠnervous. Why were you nervous? âEveryone good?âÂ
The Brit frowns stiffly, shifting his feet again and sending a look back into the hotel. Hunching forward, Johnâs large fingers fix the position of the phone as his voice lowers, ignoring your question entirely. He doesn't want to jump to conclusions, but there were pros and cons to his line of work.Â
Above all, he knew when something was up with you.
âAre you alright over there, Sweetheart?â Blue eyes rove the street below, âFeelinâ okay? You sound a bit stuffed up.â
Your heart lurches, quickly stuttering through an explanation of, âO-oh, I think I just came down with something.â The irony wasnât lost on you. âA stomach bug,â you cringe, âIâm sorry, was it that obvious?â
The laugh that exits is less convincing than you thought it would be, but it does the trick. John sighs in relief, chuckling as he shakes his head.
âNo need to apologize, LoveâŠanything bad, then? I can bring some meds from Base when Iâm back if you need me to.â He was still concerned for you, but knowing that youâd never lied or withheld the truth from him before there was really no reason to believe that anything else was going on. John trusted you to the end of the earth.Â
The Captain rubbed at the back of his neck, cracking his spine as he bent back. It was still early and waking up on a hotel bed without you beside him was torture. John longed for home. Longed for you.
Back at the house, your face scrunches together.Â
Bad? You wonder, saying absentmindedly that some medication would be lovely. Was thisâŠbad?Â
John had always wanted to have a kidâor, at least, heâd told you as much when he was above you, filling you to the brim and then doing it again a second and third time. Thighs quivering and eyes fighting to stay open through layered bliss as sharp pants rung in your ears.Â
âGonna get you pregnantâŠwatch you swell upâŠcâmon sweet thing, you can handle another one, canât you? Need to watch it take.âÂ
âŠBut was that a true feeling or just a kink? You blank and realize youâd never asked him. More than that, though, was this what you wanted?Â
âWhen do you think youâll be home, John?â You speak softly, palm flattening over your stomach as you exit the bathroom and sit on the end of the bed, gut swirling but not in a nauseous sort of way. âIâŠI really miss you, yâknow? It would all be better if you were home.â
The brunette blinks softly, lids peeling back in shock for a moment before a thin thread of guilt worms its way into him.Â
âKate said two months, Love,â John speaks slowly, the grumble in his voice trying to convey his unease at your strange behavior, âYou know that.â
Heâd explained his job when you both had gotten serious, how he would be gone for long periods of time, and the somewhat uncomfortable situations youâd be put in because of it. Youâd agreed and never brought it up when John would have to leave in the small hours of the morning and disappear for months on end. It shocked him, really, with how well you adjusted but that was just how you were. One of a kind.Â
There was no one else with whom John could see himself building a lifeâbeing buried beside in some nice meadow grave plot and turning to dust together. Growing a family with.Â
John cleared his throat, tilting his head down slightly before pulling himself back to the present.Â
âItâs bothering you that much, eh?â His brows furrow, âAre you sure youâre alright? I can call hospital andââ
âNo!â You slap a hand to your mouth, halting your outburst as blue eyes go somewhat wide, jaw slackening. Taking a breath over the shocked silence over the line, you dig your fingers into your cheek before letting your limb drop. âNo, JohnâŠI-Iâm sorry I justâŠâÂ
Your voice quivers.
Donât cry, donât cry, donât cryâŠ
Eyes burning and nose twitching, you breathe heavily, mouth closing shut because you knew that if you say another word youâll explode. You were shivering with cold sweat, scared and confused, and wanting John to hold you in his arms; whispering that it would all be okay into the shell of your ear.Â
You force through a sob, âIâm just really scared.â
John tenses, one hand going to grasp the balcony with white knuckles. His mind goes into overdrive. âScared?â the Brit prods, muscles going stiff and mind running, âWhat in the hell is going on?âÂ
Authority leaks into his tone, serious and deep. It made him nervous that he couldnât see you right nowâcouldnât stop the sounds coming from your mouth. Why were you crying? Has something horrible happened to you? Were you in trouble but were unable to tell him? John runs over your conversation again, every word and sound, as his heart races. He was wound up like a spring.Â
From behind him, the conversation in the hotel room halts.Â
You force your eyes closed, now up on your feet and pacing. Tears lightly patter to the floor.Â
âJohn, I canât tell you over the phone,â you admit, shaking, âthat wouldnât beâŠwouldnât be fair to you.â Swiping at your eyes, you spread the salty liquid away from your lashes, sniffling; praying that he would understand. âBut I really need you home as soon as youâre able. I donât want to break up what's going on over there, itâs just really important. I donât think I can wait two months by myself. You know I would never ask this if I didnât need to.â
Johnâs jaw clenches, legs unable to stay still as your anxiety leaks to him. Heâs nodding before he realizes you canât see him, taking a deep breath to fill his lungs.Â
â...Iâll see what I can do, then.â The brunette runs his hand over his beard pulling at the strands aggressively. What was so crucial that you canât tell him over the phone? It was a secure line, John always made sure it was; yet, at the same time, that fact didnât matter at all. If you needed him home so ferventlyâthen he was coming home. That was that. âHow long can you wait for me, Love?â He spares a glance inside. âThere are a few loose ends that need to be taken care of here. Might complicate things.âÂ
You blink around the bedroom, hand wrapped around your middle and trying to run soothing circles into your skin.Â
âIâŠI donâtâŠâ Johnâs face softens, closing his eyes.
âBreathe, Sweetheart,â he whispers, âIâm cominâ home to you. Weâll get whatever this is sorted, yeah? I need you to be brave for me until then.â
Listening, you let the words calm you down, sniffling one last time like a kid who had fallen off the monkey bars before you let out a chuckle. John instantly follows his own advice when that sound wafts over the line. His shoulders fall back once more, silent sigh exiting.
âYou said that exact same thing to me when I ended up burning that loaf of bread I was makingâtwo years ago, was it? âBreathe, Sweetheart.ââ Blue glimmers with love, cheeky tone growing.Â
âHm, nearly set the kitchen on fire, didnât you? So much smoke I swore someone had set off a charge in the oven.â John doesnât push you to answer him, though heâs more questions than anything else at this point. Youâd said you would tell him when heâs home and he believes you. âPlease, Love, at least promise me you didnât burn the bloody house down, yeah?âÂ
A laugh strikes his chest, and heâs chuckling slowly in retaliation.Â
âI promise, John.â
âGood.â Youâre smiling for the first in what seems like ages, tears drying as the flood down your chin stops. You lick away the water stuck in the corner of your mouth when John grunts lowly, âIâll tell the boys and inform Laswell. But I canât say itâll be less than two weeks.â
Nodding to yourself, you say, quietly, âOkay.â Your eyes fall to the framed picture on the nightstandâthe image of John and you smiling brightly on your third anniversary. Youâd gone hiking, both sweaty and dirt marks on your cheeks, but happyâŠalways happy. Your veins pump blood faster. âI love you, John.âÂ
The final comment is tender; the words are more silk and soft furs than vibrating vocal cords.Â
He blinks away the blush that lights his pale cheeks. John huffs, an infectious smile flickering over his face as his chest wells with affection. Acting like a bird preening itself, he smirks and says, âWell, youâre lucky thenâŠI love you too, Sweetheart.â An exhalation echoes over the call as his tone drops, âKeep safe for me, eh? Iâll call to update tomorrow.âÂ
âIâll be waiting.âÂ
When the phone is set down on the bed, tossed down carefully, you try to think over this situation more rationally. You wouldnât say you were against thisâbuilding a family with John. In fact, if not him, then you donât believe it would be anyone else.Â
The Brit was the only man for you. You both knew the risks of having unprotected sex and in reality, you think neither one of you cared about the consequences.Â
Nodding to yourself, you wonder how to explain this to him when he comes home as you get to fixing the sheets, one hand always drifting back to your stomach with a growing appreciation.
â
John jogged to his car in the underground parking garage, unlocking it with his fob as his bags are slung over his shoulders. He wastes no time chucking his belongings into the back seat, swiftly sliding into the driver's seat and slamming the door shut as the engine starts. His dog tags bounce on his chest, but heâs half convinced they move from the rate that his heart is going alone.
All through traffic his fingers are tapping against the wheel, grunting stiffly at red lights and shifting his hips.Â
It had been three and a half weeks of fixing loose ends.Â
âFuckinâ hell, câmon,â John huffs, one elbow on the car frame as his hand flattens over his lower jaw. The light slowly snaps back to green after a long minute.Â
Pressing on the gas, the vehicle moves forward and continues until the familiar home comes into view on that quiet street nearly twenty minutes later.Â
John barely parks the car before he hops out, leaving his bags in the back, and rushes to the door. Taking the key from under the doormat, his mind is focused on only you. He had been unable to stop his worry about you and your unnamed fear, watching the phone with every free instance he could. It had only grown as the days got longer, and no matter how much you assured him that you would be okay until he got back, deep-seated apprehension grew. He didnât like living under a shroud, especially when it came to your health.
The key in his hand was inserted with a firm wrist and twisted, shoving open the door with a heavy shoulder like there was a cloud over his head.
âLove?!â He calls, not bothering to shuck off his boots before looking around the visible living room and foyer. âWhere are you?âÂ
Long legs move swiftly as an utterance calls from the kitchen, barely taking the time to close the door behind him in his anxiety, âJohn?âÂ
The Brit immediately backtracks, skidding to a stop and turning with blinking eyes. His ears twitch at the sounds of dishes being dropped back into water, as his heart steadily slows at the sound of your beautiful voice calling his name.Â
He rushes around the doorframe, feet stomping and hand catching the wall as you come into view, staring wide-eyed.Â
Your digits are around the fabric of a dish towel, fingers dripping as John finally presents himself to you. You hadnât heard him until he had called out, too preoccupied with your own thoughts to hear the lock click.Â
But now it was like every worry you had was wiped clean at the sight of that gruff face; the hitch in his large chest. A smile slashes your lips after a moment of shocked silence.
âJohn!â You laugh, rushing forward, and the man lets his face softenâbringing you close to him as you draw near and trapping you in his arms.Â
His breath spread out over the top of your head in a great sigh, grumbled chuckles accented by the way Johnâs great hands wrap around your shoulders. Fingers press you into a solid chest, digging through hair to let your ear twitch at the sound of his heartbeat.Â
John doesn't speak until he has held you in his arms for at least three minutes, just pressing his face into your scalp and feeling your warmth against him. You donât pull away either, breathing in his musk as it instinctually leads to your muscles loosening.Â
Minutes later, the Brit pulls back slowly, gripping you by the shoulders and looking down into your eyes. His gaze filters over yours, taking you in before his lips meet yours in a brief yet deep kiss. You melt into it, hands going to grip his cheeks and spread throughout his beard hair, soft strands leaving you shivering when Johnâs thumbs rub circles into your flesh.Â
He pulls back and you fight the tears in your eyes as he connects his forehead with yours. His optics shine with love, bleeding out like trapped stars; silver flecks of devotion and a blue the color of sea storms.
âWhatâs going on, Love?â John whispers, concern alight and raving as his grip goes to your waist, squeezing comfortingly. âIâm here. Tell me.âÂ
You blink slowly, lips going thin with tight brows. Swallowing through a tight throat, you nod.Â
âCan you go sit in the living room, please?â Speaking carefully, you tilt your head and watch John get confusedâhis nose scrunching and moving his lips together. You run your thumbs over his cheeks and smile slightly, obviously nervous again. âTrust me.â
Though it wasnât a question, John replies under his breath, âAlways.âÂ
But still, he holds you, studying your expression and the whites of your eyes with stiff lungs. You were making him fear that something horrible was comingâsomething he couldnât control. His heart begins to hurt, but he backs away from you, brows tight as he exits the kitchen and disappears into the living room.Â
Taking down a swift breath when heâs out of sight, you fiddle with your fingers above your abdomen, looking down at your still-flat stomach. You knew it was stupid to worry, but how could you not? It wasnât every day you just told your Lover you were pregnant with his childâŠ
âJohn loves me,â you mutter to yourself, nodding and getting ready to go through with the plan youâd formed over the three weeks youâd been alone. âAnd heâll love the both of us. I know he will.âÂ
Hand flattening over your stomach, you open a drawer with the other, pulling out a small cardboard box no bigger than a book. Fingers shaking, you lick your lips and feel the slight pull of a nervous, yet giddy, smile. Turning, you exit the kitchen and see John sitting with his nose resting above the clench of his fists, foot tapping. His head immediately snaps over when you come into view, hands falling to hang off his legs as the couch under him dips from his weight.Â
You steel yourself and raise the box.Â
âHere.â Placing it on the coffee table, you sit across from John in an armchair.Â
He blinks slowly, eyes going small with curiosity. The man sends you glances through his lashes as he stares down at the object but he says nothing. Rubbing his beard with one hand, he reaches and grabs it carefully.Â
Testing the weight, John is genuinely confused, clenching his jaw and feeling the material in his palm.Â
â...Whatâs this, then?â He asks lowly, glancing at you with a raised brow and lines on his forehead.Â
You put your intertwined hands in your lap, prompting with a tilt of your shoulders.Â
âOpen it.â Off put by your cryptic answers, John nods firmly, grasping the top of the box and pulling lightly, careful not to disturb the contents. It was strange to think, but he was honestly quite perturbed.Â
What exactly was inside this box, and why had he been called home for it? He loved being here, no doubt, but the circumstancesâŠ.
Blue eyes glimmer. You didnât look overly afraid as you shifted in your seat, just plain timidâlike the inside object would change something fundamental about his and yours relationship.Â
John pops the top off and looks as you start talking before your throat threatens to shut you up. âIâŠI know itâs not a life-threatening thing to call you home for,â the man stills as if he was made of stone; a statue as non-breathing and pulse-less as anything, âBut I didnât want to tell you over the phone because that seemed soâ!âÂ
Your voice is drowned out as Johnâs shaking fingers delve into the box, ears ringing. His fingers flinch off of three positive pregnancy tests and the soft fabric of the plain army green baby onesie that surrounds them; skimming slowly.Â
âI found out the day you called and I said I had come down with something.â Your laugh is strained when it exits you, and you stare at the Brit hard, seeing his features utterly halt all expression. Thumbs digging into your skin, your tone drops, speaking slowly, â...John? A-are you okay? Say something to me, Love.âÂ
Itâs only in that long minute of nothingness that you really start to get an all-consuming tenseness to your bones like a rabbit.Â
Why isnât he saying anything?Â
John clears his stiff throat, blinking rapidly as he brings out one of the tests, dropping the box lightly to the coffee table with a dull thump. The twin red lines are ingrained into the softness of his retinas as the sun would be if you were to stare directly at it.Â
Pregnant.Â
His heart swells to an almost painful degree, blue eyes moving to look at you across the table and then dipping to your stomach. The Brit stands up slowly.Â
Your lungs are tight, lids moving quickly with wetness growing in your tear ducts.Â
âPlease, John, what are you thinkingâ?â Large hands capture your arms, bringing you up as lips meet yours in a passionate and heart-stopping kiss.Â
Johnâs limbs wrap around your hips, bringing you up into the air as gently as a bird, face parting from yours with a series of loud and genuine laughs. You snap your arms around his neck, shocked but not at all complaining as he holds you up with ease, twirling you around in a firm but ever-gentle hold.Â
âYouâre pregnant?â His whispers meet you, airy and deep with awe. It was like he was in his teens again, running around Herefordshire with his matesâhis eyes shone with happiness; pure unabashed love. âOh, truly, Sweetheart?â
Tears dribble down your cheeks at the sight of him glowing, beard peeled back in a large smile with wet eyes. Hiccuped giggles leave your lips as you nuzzle your face into his neck, the sight of him like this overwhelming. All stress leaves you in a millisecond when your feet hit the ground again.Â
âYes, John,â you sob, overjoyed, pulling back so you both can stare into each other's teary eyes as the Britsâ fingers go to shakily wipe the waterworks from your under eyes. His orbs flicker quickly, looking you over in an entirely different light. âYouâre going to be a father.âÂ
He fights through a scratchy voice, âMe?â The tone is amused, but he canât articulate how exalted he feels to hear that. A fatherâŠhim? It was more than he could have ever asked for, and, even betterâJohn whispers out, âYouâre going to be a mum.âÂ
You kiss him, multiple quick pecks that he returns through shared joyous chuckles.
âI didnât want to tell you over the phone,â the confession meets the air as one of Johnâs hands travels to cup your flat abdomen, fingers flinching over the fabric of your shirt to sneak under. You laugh and shiver at his calluses, as his blue eyes are so soft they could be compared to butter. âAnd I couldnât wait two months.â
âChrist, Love,â John lays a kiss on your forehead, needing to be as close to you as possible. You can feel his heart through his chest, and you know yours isnât any better. This was far more than you could have hoped for. He mutters against your skin, âIâm so glad you didnât. This is bloody amazing newsâI want to be here for all of it.âÂ
Sea storms lock onto your face with a grunt, âYouâre so lovely. Perfect, yeah?â
His warm hand still rests under your shirt, and you doubt itâs going to leave anytime soon.
You feel your cheeks heat and you smile bashfully, heart about to explode.
âYou are.â John reiterates. âYouâre so fuckinâ perfect, Sweetheart. Iâm so happy.âÂ
The air is ripe with tenderness, a soft state of being that just keeps getting better. John had silent tears dripping down his face, blinking to clear them and not letting you leave his hold for a second.Â
âOh, John,â you whisper, digging your fingers into the back of his shirt, looking up. âMe too, Love.âÂ
While the glee is nearly physical enough to grab, there is a moment of hesitancy in the Brit. He was gone more times than not for work; put into situations that could leave him going through bodily harm. You didnât deserve that stressâdidnât deserve to sit at home with a swelling stomach just watching the door and wondering if youâd have to become a single mother. You had a child in your womb. His child. Both of yoursâ child.Â
A family that you both had made.
John swallows and says to you seriously, without an ounce of hesitation in his blood, âIâm telling Laswell to pull me out,â you blink up and listen, letting him continue as his press on your flesh gets even more prominent, nodding to you, âIâm not missing thisânot putting you through that worry. Two years, then Iâll head back in. We have enough saved, I give you my word youâll want for nothing.âÂ
Blue eyes flicker down, and a small mumble so tiny it nearly disappears hits your ears. You almost start sobbing again. âThis is more important. You both are more important.âÂ
There were few moments in your life that you think youâll remember when you are old, weathered and wrinkled, but this you tell yourself is one that you will carry to your grave. John and yoursâ grave.Â
What remains behind, you ask? Simple.
White bones entangled with an eternity of deathless worship, and the generations that will come to lay flowers on the headstone.
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