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Meet Me At The Beach

A Supernatural Story

~ Texting and emails can feel so impersonal. There's nothing quite like exchanging tangible, handwritten letters with someone you love...~

Dean Winchester x F!Reader, Sam Winchester

4,025 Words

Warnings: Bittersweet Angst. SFW.

A/N: This is for @jacklesversebingo "Writing Letters To Each Other" was the prompt. I hope you enjoy...

June 2

Dear Dean,

This feels so weird. Do people really write letters anymore? Am I going to get strange looks at the post office when I go to buy a stamp? Will they even know what to do with this tiny envelope and folded piece of loose-leaf paper? I almost don’t know how to write anymore. My script looks kinda like chicken scratch, huh? Hopefully it’ll get better. It is weird not typing though. But emails just seem like work. Impersonal, ya know? Besides, it gives us something to look forward to when we hit the mailbox. Nice to open something that’s not a delinquent credit card bill, huh?

Speaking of which- how the fuck do you do it? I just got another card canceled. My credit is non-existent. Fuck, I need to get a job. Could you imagine me in an office? High heels and panty hose and my hair tucked into a neat, matronly bun? I shudder to think!

OK, this is weird. I just wanted to write “LOL” but it’s not an email. Or a text. Why are we doing this again? Oh, yeah, see above.

Anyhoo- - - - I don’t even know what to say! Umm… I’m in New Orleans for a bit. Not working, just hanging out. My friend Emily from high school tracked me down online and we’ve been chatty. She’s in a band. They’re not bad. Not great, but not bad. So yeah, I took a drive down to see a show and I’m just lingering. Drinking too much, sleeping past noon. It’s fun. Nice little vacation.

Which - ahem - you should be taking. When are you gonna get your ass out of that dusty old bunker and stick your toes in the sand? I already told you I’d meet you in Pensacola with sunscreen and a cooler of beer. You know you want to. Or are you just scared to show off your ugly toes in flip flops? Your boots might actually cry if you ever took them off, so I guess it’s just as well.

Hey, do you remember that night in Richmond when it started pouring and your boots sank into the mud puddle? God, that was a mess. We were soaked to the bone. Nice way to warm up, though - cuddled in the back of the Impala. I miss that car. Sometimes, I think I can hear it at night when the world is quiet and the wind is still. It’s like the engine roars in the back of my mind and I start thinking about all our adventures, all the time we spent driving into the sunset.

I miss you. Is that wrong? I probably shouldn’t. Or at least, I shouldn’t tell you that I do. But I do. I miss you so bad sometimes that it hurts. Like someone has punched me right in the chest. Maybe we can end up in the same town soon. Grab some tacos and sit on the hood. Make a mess. I’d like that.

OK, before I get too emotional and start asking you to run away with me, I think I’ll end this ranting scribble of horrid handwriting.

Write me back soon.

Love, Y/N

June 21

Y/N-

Your handwriting does not look like chicken scratch. I like it. Mine is like some toddler just learning his letters. Whatever. I never learned that fancy shit. I can sign my name and make a grocery list. That’s all I need.

This is weird, yeah. But it’s kinda nice. Feels more… like you’re here. Does that make sense? Like seeing your handwriting, the dents in the paper- I don’t know. Just feels more real. Like you’re not just some computer talking back at me. Also there’s something strange about answering questions weeks later. I meant to write this sooner, but I got a little distracted. There was a Kung Fu marathon on and I just lost track of time. Too much pizza, not enough Carradine. Ya know? You know.

Remember that horrible motel in Raleigh when we both caught that nasty stomach bug and stayed up all night watching old tv shows? Saltines and Little House. I’ll never forget it. You were so sick that day. Shit, I was sure I was gonna end up taking you to the hospital. Sure, I was puking too, but you looked like death. I hated that. Hated that I couldn’t help you, make you feel better. I did cook up a mean chicken noodle soup though, didn’t I? Not that it stayed down for long.

Thank god for that yellow Gatorade. And yes- it’s fucking yellow. Not green.

Anyway- I miss you too. I try not to, I really do. Not all the time, no offense, but sometimes I’m just fucking insane with shit going on. But at night, especially, I miss having you beside me. I miss rolling over and seeing you there, or hearing you snore. I miss feeling your freezing feet under the blanket. I don’t know, I just-

What can I say? I’m sorry. I’m an asshole. I’m the biggest piece of shit in the universe. I shouldn’t have pushed you away.

Can’t change the past. Just gotta move on.

Maybe someday you’ll forgive me. I hope so anyway.

I’m sorry. I shouldn’t dump that all out in a letter. I almost ripped this all up and started over. I actually let it sit for a day before I came back to it. But, fuck it- we said we were gonna write to each other and be honest, and here I am, being honest.

Fuck, I’m so tired. That kinda tired when sleeping for ten days wouldn’t even put a dent in it. Yeah, OK, so things are getting a little better. Chuck’s gone for good this time. Jack’s got things back in place, even made a few improvements. Sam’s- well, he’s Sam. He’s fine, doing his thing. The dog is- did I tell you we have a dog now? Yeah, I know. Me and a dog- yeah right. But we do. Miracle. He’s a good boy. I’ll send you a picture soon.

Never thought I could slow down like this. Feels like for the first time we can just - work. I mean, I’m never gonna give up hunting, not totally, but- feels like I could just ease back a bit. Been looking at some jobs in town- nothing crazy, fixing engines and stuff like that. Don’t know if you remember, but I’m pretty good with my hands.

Did you blush?

You did.

OK. I guess- that’s it for now. I have no fucking idea how to end this so - bye?

~ Dean

P.S. I’ll meet you at the beach soon. I promise.

Fifteenth of July

To Whom It May Concern:

Re: Beach Vacation

Dear Mr. Winchester,

I am very pleased to hear that you are agreeable to meeting me at the beach. It should be delightful fun to run through the surf and hunt for sea glass with you.

Oh shit! Do you remember that new age shop in… where the fuck was that? With the sea glass necklaces in the window that I said were so pretty and the witch inside said they were blessed to give the wearer riches or some shit like that. Where was that? Who knows.

Feels like we’ve been all over the world together. Well, this country at least. Lord knows I could never get you on an airplane. If only you could drive to Paris. Did I ever tell you about my trip to France? God, it was beautiful. Rained the whole time, but it was this beautiful, warm spring rain that made everything smell like dust and petals. Not rose petals, but those little white ones that grow on trees, ya know? It was so beautiful. Fuck it. I’m taking you one day. You need to see more than the dash of your car and the backroads of America. Time to travel!

Speaking of- I’m glad you’re slowing down a bit. I know that won’t be easy for you but if you think about it, you’ve spent the last forty years running from problem to problem like a damned bomb-sniffing dog.

A DOG?! Dean Winchester, I never thought the day would come. I can’t wait to see a picture. Don’t forget it next time.

I think you’d be a great mechanic. It was always very hot seeing you covered in sweat and grease especially if you had those damned coveralls on. I mean… what? I don’t think about you like that anymore, you know. It’s over and done with and we’re just friends. We are friends, aren’t we? Maybe something more than friends, I guess. Ex lovers? Ew. I hate that word. Lovers. So gross. Well, then what are we? Just two souls swimming in a fish bowl…

Year after year. Day after day. Do you know that I put nearly a hundred thousand miles on my poor truck this year? Back and forth, up and down the country. I don’t have to tell you how exhausting it is. Fun, but exhausting. Rewarding, but not. I wonder how many people remember me after I leave? Does that family in New Haven think about me whenever they go into the basement and it’s no longer haunted? Is there a photo of me on a fridge in Wilmington where I saved that guy’s fiance from the vamp nest? Probably not. I’m sure people remember you - The Great Dean Winchester. The sexy hunter with the green eyes and the giant black car. You’re hard to forget. Also, you hang out with a giant. Tell Sam I said hi.

I do remember that puke fest! And it’s green. It’s literally neon green. Fight me.

We could probably write a book, you and me. ‘Winchester & Y/L/N Do America’. It’s a coffee table book with pictures of random diner signs and gas station bathrooms. Maybe a list of the country’s best french fry places. Shit like that. Let’s do it. I’ll call my literary agent in the morning. Ha!

SPARTA!! That’s where that damned sea glass shop was. It just hit me! Stupid brain. I swear, I’ve been hit in the head way too many times. Broken too many bones. I’m getting too old for this shit. Did you know that my left knee pops whenever I stand up now? Like, how old am I?? I can’t stand it. I need a month at a spa somewhere in the desert. That’d be nice.

Damnit. I just got a call from Vinnie Alverez. Do you know him? Hunter out of Pittsburg. Anyway- he needs help on a job. Guess I’ll cut this letter short. Hopefully I’ll find a box to drop this in on the way to PA!

Miss you.

Sincerely yours,

Y/N

P.S. - I do forgive you, Dean. Of course I do. Things were just too hard back then. Life didn’t want to cooperate for us. It’s not your fault. Not my fault. It just was. Please don’t carry that guilt in your heart. You deserve better than that.

August 2

Dear Y/N-

You’re a real character, you know that? Love the corporate letter. I’m in for the book by the way. Could be awesome. We do need a full chapter on onion rings though. Make a note.

I heard about your hunt in Pittsburgh. Came through the grapevine that you kicked some serious wolf ass. Nice job, kid. Hope you’re being careful. I know how bullheaded and impulsive you can get when you’re in the zone. Just watch your back, OK? Promise me. Last thing I wanna hear is that you got your heart clawed out or you’re walking around with a demon in your ass.

Demons. Haven’t seen so many running around lately. Queen Rowena’s been keeping them in check. So fucking weird that she’s in charge now. Not that I’m surprised- she’s a badass bitch. If I had a nickel for every ruler of hell I was friends with, I’d have two nickels. Which isn’t a lot, but it’s weird that it happened twice. The kids still say that, don’t they? See, I’m not old. I keep up with pop culture and shit. Started watching the tik toks. I still don’t get it, but I like the woodturning stuff. Thinking about taking up whittling. Maybe carve you a keychain so you stop losing them.

I got a call for a job interview. Chickened out though. I don’t know if I’m ready to start all that, ya know? Start a real life in the real world- just seems- I don’t know, scary. Yeah, I’ve faced every deadly thing on this and other worlds but the idea of getting a 9 to 5 civilian job scares me. I’m some kinda fucked up, huh?

I think about it a lot though. Getting a job, finding a little house somewhere, settling down. A little fenced in yard so Miracle can run around and dig up dirt. Might put a rocking chair on the porch and watch the clouds, some shit like that. Would you come visit me in my Barbie dream house? I’ll cook you breakfast every morning and you can rub my feet at night. Real cozy couple stuff.

OK, so maybe I’m thinking about you more and more these days. Maybe I’m regretting leaving. Maybe I’m just an idiot daydreaming about meeting you somewhere in the middle and sweeping you off your feet. One of those running hugs that hurts when you collide but ends in a kiss that makes everything feel better. I’m a real romantic fuck, huh? I was digging through my drawers yesterday and I found a pair of your socks. Those tiny ones that barely covered your ankle. I don’t know why they were stuffed in the back of the dresser, but there they were. Dingy white socks with the pink threads on the toes. I’ll bring them to the beach when we meet up.

Oh, Sam says hi and he hopes you’re good and he wants you to shoot him a text when you can. You can do what you want, but you better not mail him a letter. That’s just for me. God, my hand is cramping up. I’m not used to this. Oh, and you’re not alone. My knee creaks like a haunted house when I go up stairs now. And my right wrist pops, and my neck makes this weird almost squeaking sound, and my ass- well, I could go on, but just know you’re not alone. Kinda weird to think that we lived long enough to be this old, ain’t it? I never thought I’d live to be thirty and here I am staring down 42. Forty Fucking Two. Can you believe that shit? Goddamnit I got old. Let’s go find a nursing home together. Maybe we can get a double room- or a king sized bed?

Think about it. We could be cranky old people together. Losing our memories and shuffling around with walkers and shit. You’d look cute with white hair. And fuck, my beard’s already going gray. Should I grow out my beard?

Write back soon. I really like seeing your letters in the box.

Dean x

My dearest Dean Winchester, it is with great happiness that I write this letter to you and I do hope that it finds you well and happy and all good things and I can’t keep this formal shit up. Ha!

Anyway- but yeah, things are good. I know it’s been a while since I’ve written, but I was on a little trip around the continent. Headed up to Montreal for a bit. Killed some nasties, salted some bones, generally fucked around. My beloved truck crapped out in Burlington, Vermont, so I had to hang out there for a while and gather my resources to get a new vehicle. I think you’d like her. Green Ford Explorer from ‘94. OK, she’s not as sexy as the Impala, but she gets me where I need to go. Which, apparently, was Maine! I met up with some friends in Greenville. Cute little town full of witchcraft. So much fun. Also had a lobster roll on a pier… I swear to god, they plucked this thing right out of the water and slapped it on a buttered roll. You’d LOVE it. I’m gonna take you there someday.

Speaking of- We need to make plans for Florida. I picked up a little bikini on my travels and I think I really need to show it off. Maybe you could be my bodyguard and keep the creeps away while I’m sunbathing? To repay you for your services, I’ll gladly let you take it off me at night…

Oh, and I’ve thought about this extensively, and I believe that you should, in fact, grow your beard out. Like, full on, bushy lumberjack beard. I can’t wait to see all that gray. You know I have a thing for older men… and you’ll always be older than me, Dean Winchester and don’t you forget it!

And for your information, I don’t lose my keys anymore! I got one of those… apple taggy things. Now I know where they are at all times. Can’t find my phone to find them sometimes, but that’s another issue.

Two weeks later, I’m picking up my pen again. Sorry this is taking forever. Things are stupid busy. I wish I could just… put this fucking gun down and go live with you on a farm somewhere. Not a working farm, we wouldn’t keep pigs or anything because gross, but a farmhouse in the middle of nowhere. Big white house with a giant tree in the yard and a tire swing and a picket fence and a kid chasing the dog around and -

Shit. Do you ever think about it? I do. A lot. More than I’d like to and it fucking cuts me up inside every time. I know we could never have kept it, and life- I mean- it just wasn’t meant to be. But I do think about it sometimes. Imagine if we’d just walked away from the life and tried to be a family? Impossible, I know. Maybe in another life.

Shit, I’m sorry. Fuck. Ignore me. I haven’t slept in a while and I just

I want to see you. Can we meet somewhere? Wherever you want. I’ll come to you.

~ Y/N

Dear Dean,

This is my second attempt at writing this. Crumpled up the first one because I’m an idiot. Am I an idiot? Did I piss you off with the last letter? I honestly didn’t mean to. I just- we said we’d be honest, and you’ve been so open in your letters that I thought it was ok to talk about, but I guess not. I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have dug that stuff up.

I’m so tired and stressed and I miss you so much. Since we’ve been writing back and forth it’s almost like I can’t stop thinking about you. I get so fucking excited to check the mail whenever I roll back into town. It’s like… I don’t know, it’s like Christmas every time I see your handwriting in my box. Remember the time you wrote your name on my thigh in Sharpie? That stayed on for like a week. I shoulda gotten it inked on. That’d be something, huh? Branded by a Winchester.

Fuck, Dean, I really hope you’re not mad at me. I really want to call you, but we said we wouldn’t. Just write me back, please.

I’ll be in your neck of the woods next week. Got turned onto a haunting up in Abilene. Maybe we can meet on the road somewhere? Please?

Hey, did you know there’s a Hunter, Kansas? Wonder why they didn’t build the bunker there. I don’t know, made me laugh when I was looking at the map.

Anyway- Please write me back. Or call. Or text. Or send a damned pigeon with a tiny letter taped to its foot. I don’t care, how, just do it please. Even if you’re mad at me and don’t want to talk anymore, I get it. But please. Just let me know, OK?

I’m sorry.

Love, Y/N

Dear Y/N,

I didn’t know you and my brother were writing to each other like this, but I found your last few letters to him in his private P.O. Box. I didn’t even know he had one of his own, but I guess we all keep secrets from those we love. I hope you don’t mind that I read your letters. Not all of them, but the last two that came through. Please know that Dean would have responded if he could have, I know he would have. He talked about you a lot recently. Said you two were in contact and that he was hoping to find some time to meet you for a vacation. I don’t know where you guys were planning on going, but I found a new Hawiian shirt in his closet with the tags still on it.

I know we spoke on the phone after he passed, but I wanted to send this to you. I was cleaning up his stuff and found his notepad. Looks like he’d started a letter before we left for Canton. I think he’d want you to have it.

I’m closing up the Bunker soon. I don’t really know where I’ll go, but I can’t be here right now. Not without my brother.

I’ll always be around if you need anything or want to talk. I’ll always answer the phone for you, Y/N.

Be well,

Sam Winchester

Y/N/N,

If I could take it back I would. Every fucking word. I think about it now and I know we made the wrong choice. I know we could have made it work if we tried. But we are both total fuck ups who can’t be normal. We just can’t.

Forgive me

That’s dog slobber up there, not tears. Just fyi. Definitely not tears. I think I might have been a little drunk when I started writing and then well-

Anyway- Maine sounds awesome. We were there once but no time for lobster rolls. Guess I missed out.

Not much to report since the last letter. Been kinda quiet here. But… I did apply for a job. Well, I filled out the application. Well, I started filling it out. It’s actually underneath this notepad right now. I’ll get to it. I will. I just need a good kick in the ass. Or maybe a pinch… wink wink

I absolutely think we need to get together. Pick some place stupid like the World’s Largest Frying Pan or South of The Border. I’ll meet you. Just say when.

Guess this letter will take a little longer to finish. We’re leaving for Ohio in a little bit. There’s a buncha vampire dicks making a mess. Gonna take ‘em to batting practice. Show them my machete swing. I’ll give a full report when we’re back home

Dean Dean,

I made it to the beach. It’s hot, like stupid hot. Had to stand in the water just to keep my toes from burning. I’ve been sitting here for hours trying to think of something to say, but all I can say is I love you. I miss you. I wish you were here with me. I wish things had been different. I wish and wish and wish.

If I throw this into the ocean will it get to you somehow or will my words just wash away like the sand?

I’ll see you again someday. I hope so, anyway. Let’s just pretend I’m destined for Heaven. I know you’re up there. You were too good not to be. You sacrificed so much, cared so much, saved so many people. I know you made it. If there’s any mercy in this universe, I’ll be up there someday too. Just don’t have too much fun without me.

I love you, Dean. Always.

Y/N

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Opposites Attract III- J. Seresin

pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x shy!wife (mentioned Bradley Bradshaw x Trace!Female) word count: 3.5k synopsis: the Dagger Squadron has become an official squadron at North Island, meaning Hangman and his wife have relocated. pt. I, pt. II masterlist based on this request:

She never wanted to be pregnant in the summer, or at least not heavily pregnant. When Y/N and Hangman talked about kids, all those years ago under the stars on a beach in Pensacola, she told Jake she didn’t want to be pregnant in the summer. She had watched the women in her life deal with uncomfortable times while pregnant in the heat of San Diego. She would be damned if she would be one of them.

Flash Forward five years, as she sat in the cool pool in the backyard of their house. Her belly was on full display as she tried to get some sort of relief from the heat. She tilted her head back, her eyes covered in a pair of Jake’s aviators she had stolen from his car, and felt the unforgiving sun on her skin. It was mid July, and being eight months pregnant was not on her to-do list. And on top of that, she had a rambunctious three year old tearing up their unpacked house.

After the team had successfully completed the mission, they all got permanently relocated to North Island, becoming the Dagger squadron. Y/N was beyond ecstatic at the news of moving back to San Diego, being closer to her family. Jake was already planning on putting in for a transfer after the TopGun mission back to San Diego. While Y/N was sleeping he would be looking at houses. It did make her somewhat emotional to leave the area she had learned to love. The small community that had helped her through hard times while Jake was gone.

“Momma!” Alex said, and Y/N lifted her head up, just in time to see him jump into the pool.

“Wow! Look at you!” Y/N smiled and walked over to him. Alex loved the water and she was happy that Jake had agreed to getting a pool for the summer. It was one of the first things they had got when they moved to the house.

“Sissy in there,” Alex said, putting his small hands on her bump. It always made her heart flutter seeing Alex so enthralled with his unborn sister. Y/N and Jake were a little nervous at first, worried how Alex was going to take not being the only child anymore. But, true to his mother’s nature, he went with it, and was always begging to see the ultrasound pictures of her.

“Yes she is, a couple more weeks and then she’ll be here.”

“She be in my room?”

“No baby, your sister will have your own room,” Y/N ran her hand over his blonde hair, “Come on, let’s get something to eat.”

— — —

“God he’s just so damn cute,”

“I know I am.”

“Not you Bagman,” Phoenix said with a roll of her eyes, looking at the pictures Jake was showing them of Alex and Y/N. After the mission, Jake took them on a trip to Washington state. They had fallen in love with the rainy state, being able to explore and hike in the woods, almost completely turned off from cell phones and technology, “How is she doing?”

“Pregnant,” Jake sighed and sat down in his usual spot, up near the front of the room.

“Still?” Rooster asked.

“Very, very pregnant,” Jake answered, “She made me buy a pool last week, claiming ‘the baby needs it’. She told me when we first got together not to knock her up before summer. Only during summer.”

“And clearly, you failed,” Bob added and Hangman rolled his eyes.

The day was long, as the team sat and listened to various briefs about what their squadron was going to be doing. Their next possible mission was a couple months out, and Jake knew that he wasn’t going to be a part of it. He had already talked to Maverick, Jake would do what he could to plan and help train his team for it, but he wasn’t going to fly it. Jake wasn’t going to miss the first months of his child’s life like he did with Alex. Y/N would have Jake’s balls if he did.

At the end of the day, Jake invited the team over for a couple drinks, knowing that they would probably like to see Alex, Y/N and their new house. Y/N had also been asking relentlessly when she was going to be able to see the team again. It had been a long eight months of texts, phone calls and snapchats. Alex would still ask where his ‘Uncle’ Rooster was.

Jake could hear the squeals of his little boy and the yell of his wife’s voice as he stood outside his front door. It brought a smile to his face as he unlocked it, and saw his child run down the hallway with a toy plane in his hand.

“Alex! I’m not telling you again, pick your toys up!” Y/N yelled, waddling into the entryway, her hands on her hips, “Oh! You’re here, now you can parent your son.”

“Why is he always ‘my’ son when he’s not listening?” Jake asked, setting his keys on the hook and slipping his sunglasses off his eyes. He greeted his wife with a kiss, his hands going straight to her bump.

“Cause I listened to my mother,” Y/N smiled, draping her arms around his neck.

“And you’re saying I didn’t?”

“I heard the stories of you knocking over the Christmas tree,” Y/N leaned up and kissed her husband’s nose, then pulled away and made her way towards the kitchen, “I made a grocery run for tonight. I got fruit, veggies, hamburgers, beer-”

“It was just supposed to be a small thing babe,” Jake said, following her into the kitchen. His eyes widened at the sight of grocery bags all over, “Did you do this all yourself? Bring all this in?”

“Well yeah, I wasn’t going to let it spoil.”

“You’re not supposed to be doing this,” Jake sighed, “You’re about to pop, you need to be resting.”

“This is resting!” Y/N said, “I didn’t go on a walk today-”

“You went to the grocery store by yourself and with a three year old.”

“Daddy!” As if on cue, Alex came running in with his f-14 in his hand. Hangman picked him up in his arms, and spun him in a circle, making the little boy burst out in giggles.

“What did you do today?” Jake asked his son.

“Shopping!”

“Did you help your mommy?”

“I felt sissy kick.”

Y/N smiled and rubbed a hand over her bump, feeling her daughter turn. The baby was getting more and more rambunctious as time went on, and Y/N could feel her feet starting to kick her in her rib cage. Based on their last appointment, Baby Girl Seresin was proving to take her time on wanting to come out, still sitting up high and sideways in her mother’s belly. Baby Girl was already taking after her father too, already trying to be the center of attention and she wasn’t even here. There were times where the only thing that would get her to stop kicking her mother’s bladder was Jake talking to her. Jake was already wrapped around her finger.

“It’s cool, right?” Jake asked him, placing a kiss on his cheek before setting him down and going back to touch Y/N’s bump, “Like an alien.”

Y/N scoffed and hit his chest, moving to get the groceries organized before the team came over. Jake changed quickly out of his flight suit and began helping his wife. Slowly the team started showing up, Bob and Phoenix first. Y/N giggled as Phoenix walked into the house and Bob scolded her about knocking first.

“It’s not like they didn’t know we were coming,” Phoenix argued back as they walked into the kitchen, “I thought you said it was just drinks!?”

“It was! I didn’t know she went to the store until I got home,” Jake responded.

“Well if we would’ve known, we could’ve brought something,” Bob said, placing the pack of beers on the counter.

“It’s fine,” Y/N said, walking around from the counter. Phoenix walked right over to her and hugged her the best she could with the growing bump.

“Look at you! Oh my goodness, you look ready to pop!”

“Feels like it too,” Y/N smiled and then greeted Bob.

The house slowly started to fill up with the Dagger Squadron, and Y/N was finding herself uncomfortable by the amount of people in her house. For the past eight months it had just been her, Jake, Alex and their growing baby in her belly. Occasionally her mother would stop over but it wasn’t for very long. Y/N felt even hotter than she had before, and tried to put on a smile, but Jake could clearly see through it.

She was bringing out a bowl of fruit to their outside table that she had set up. Phoenix had helped her but the pregnant woman sent the pilot away to go share drinks and laughs with her friends. Jake watched his wife as she moved things around the table, Alex trying to pull at her arm to get her attention. She sighed, turning towards him and helping him out with whatever he asked for. Y/N handed her son a small bowl of fruit and watched as the little boy went running back to Bob, who was standing by Rooster at the grill.

“You look stressed,” Jake said walking up behind his wife, causing her to jump.

“Not stressed, just. . . uncomfortable? I don’t know, there’s just a lot of people and I feel increasingly huge and-”

“I’ll kick them-”

“No,” Y/N cut him off, knowing what he was going to say, “I’m just being the dramatic pregnant woman, it’s fine, they’re fine.”

“You’re nine months pregnant, you are allowed to be dramatic,” Jake said and placed a kiss on her neck. Jake trailed his hands down her belly, trailing down underneath it. Y/N sucked in a breath and leaned back against him, as Jake gently lifted up on her belly. The second Jake had seen the trick on tiktok he was running to find Y/N to try (even though at the time Y/N was only four months along) and ever since whenever he could he would lift up her belly to relieve some of the weight.

“Now that’s the cutest shit i’ve ever seen,” Phoenix said looking over at the two of them. Rooster looked over his shoulder and smiled at the two of them. After their last mission, Rooster and Hangman had become close friends. Rooster would text them or facetime them, he even flew to Lemoore to watch Alex one time. Rooster couldn’t help but be reminded of the sparse memories of his parents while watching Jake and Y/N.

“Yeah, they’re pretty damn cute,” Rooster said, “HEY! TAKE YOUR CUTE SHIT ELSEWHERE THERE’S KIDS AROUND!”

“Screw off!” Hangman yelled back and caused Y/N to giggle. Jake kissed her cheek, “I’m gonna set you back down.” Y/N let out a whine in protest and Jake chuckled, gently setting her belly back down, “Soon, very, very soon.”

“You can carry the next one,” Y/N said and Jake looked at her with wide eyes, “What?”

“You want another one? A-After this one?”

“Well yeah,” Y/N smiled, “I’m pretty sure it was you who said ‘i want enough kids to fill a football team’.”

“I love you,” Jake said, and leaned in to kiss his wife but was cut off by Rooster making gagging sounds.

“Go help the other kids we have,” Y/N smiled and patted Jake’s chest, moving to the side and heading back inside to grab something else.

Three days later, Rooster found himself driving the streets of San Diego at 2 in the morning. He got to their house pretty quickly, being one of the only drivers on the road at the time. He took a deep breath as he parked on the street, making sure to not be in the way of their car. He quickly ran up to the door and Jake opened it before Rooster had the chance to knock.

“Thank you for coming,” Jake rushed out.

“No problem, anything I can help with?” Rooster asked, walking into the house. Jake disappeared back down the hallway towards his shared bedroom.

“No,” Y/N said as she let out a breath, clutching the back of the couch, “Alex is still asleep, he sleeps until about eight in the morning, for breakfast there are frozen waffles in the freezer, I think we’ll be home by lunch-”

“You think?” Jake said, rushing back into the living room with two bags in his hands and out the front door.

“Alex came quickly and, oh Jesus,” Her speech was cut off by another contraction. Bradley’s eyes widened as he saw Y/N’s belly tighten underneath the tank top she was wearing. He quickly walked over to her, and placed a comforting hand on her back. Y/N released a breath as the contraction subsided and she looked up at him, “I’m pretty sure we’ll be back by lunch, if not he can have pizza rolls or a PB&J, no strawberry jelly! He’s allergic. Jake! Did you call my mom!”

“Yeah! And Phoenix!” Hangman called back as he walked back through the open front door, “Your water hasn’t even broken yet, Alex’s water broke when we went to the hospital.”

“Yeah, and he came an hour after that cause I contracted at home,” Y/N said, “Now come on, I’m not too keen on having a baby on my brand new hardwood floors.”

“It’d break in the new house,” Rooster said and Y/N rolled her eyes. Bradley helped Y/N walk to her car as Jake waited there with the door open. Once she was situated in the car, Bradley shut the door, “Well I would say have fun but I'm guessing it won’t be.”

“Not in the slightest,” Y/N said. Bradley smiled and leaned in to give her a hug and kissed her cheek. He then moved and hugged Jake, “We’ll call you when you can bring him up.”

“Sounds good, good luck,” Rooster smiled and stood in the driveway watching as the couple drove to the hospital to bring their new baby into the world.

It was closer to dinner time when Bradley had gotten the call from Phoenix that the Seresins wanted him to bring their now oldest child to the hospital. Bradley had spent the day watching cartoons, going to the beach, spending lunch with Maverick and Penny, and taking a nap. Every so often Alex would ask if his sister was here yet and Bradley kept checking his phone all day waiting for the moment he could tell him yes.

Bradley walked down the brightly lit hallways with Alex’s small hand in his. Alex clutched a teddy bear in his free hand (he insisted on bringing it to give to his sister). Bradley stopped outside of the correct room number and kneeled down in front of Alex.

“Alright, you look good,” Bradley said and fixed the blue patterned button up he put Alex in, “Hair looks good, shoes are cleaned, brush your teeth?”

“Yes!” Alex nodded.

“Good shit,” Bradley smiled, “Remember what we talked about in the car?” Alex nodded, “Your mommy is going to be very tired, and really sore. You have to be quiet, okay, your sister is probably going to be sleeping a lot at first.”

“Will she like me?”

“Yeah,” Bradley said, “You’re going to be the best big brother ever, I know you will.”

Alex launched himself at Bradley, hugging him tightly. Bradley grunted at the weight of the small boy hitting him, “I love you uncle Rooster.”

“I love you too, kid,” Bradley kissed his forehead, “Now come on.”

Bradley stood up and knocked on the door, hearing a faint invite to come in. The second the Seresins saw their little boy, both their faces lit up. Alex grabbed Bradley’s hand feeling a bit nervous. Bradley gave Alex’s small hand a comforting squeez and Jake climbed off the bed and walked towards him.

“Daddy!” Alex said, and Jake picked his son up.

“Hey,” Jake said, and kissed his cheek, “I missed you.”

“Missed you too,” Alex said and leaned his head on his father’s shoulder, “Sissy?”

“Right here,” Y/N said and Jake turned around so Alex could see his little sister, “Hey Rooster.”

“Hey, congrats,” Rooster said, “I’m gonna step out, go annoy Phoenix for a bit.”

“We gotta stay the night, doctor's orders, so we’ll have you take him back if it’s okay?” Jake asked.

“Totally,” Bradley nodded, before leaving the room.

Jake sat down in a chair next to his wife’s hospital bed and let Alex look at his baby sister. Y/N carefully moved over and made room for Alex to climb up on the bed. The little boy sat next to his mother as she very carefully put the baby in his arms. Alex’s green eyes were wide with fascination as he looked at her. Even compared to Alex, Ella was small. Jake snapped all the pictures he possibly could of the three of them cuddled into bed together. Jake was all smiles and loved being with his family.

It was just nine months ago he thought he would never be able to see this moment ever. The night he had come home to see his wife asleep, dried tear streaks on her face and the open manila envelope on the bedside table. The Uranium Plant mission was the mission that almost took more than just Jake’s life, but Maverick’s and Rooster’s. Even though it had only been a short amount of time, both Rooster and Maverick had become important parts of Alex and Y/N’s life, it would have been devastating to lose all three of them in one go. For a moment, Y/N thought she would be doing this alone, bringing another Seresin child into the world by herself, but the second Jake had woken her up and held her in his arms, all doubt fell away.

Rooster sat down next to Phoenix in the waiting room, and she smiled at him. She looked tired, having been at the hospital since last night when Y/N and Jake first got here. Phoenix and Y/N had quickly become best friends, so it was a no-brainer that Phoenix would be there when she gave birth to Ella.

“You see the baby?” Phoenix asked him.

“A glimpse,” Rooster sighed, “I let them have a moment after I dropped Alex off.”

Phoenix looked at her friend, and knew there was something else he wanted to say. His body language said more than what he was actually saying, “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” Bradley said, and felt his throat close with tears, “I remember when I was about four maybe, before my dad died, I heard my parents talking about having another kid. My mom said, I would’ve been the best big brother. I wonder if my dad lived, if they would’ve had another.”

“Rooster-”

“Hangman’s lucky he found his one,” Bradley looked down at his hands, “Think I’ve missed mine.”

“What about Dragon?”

“Your sister?”

Phoenix sighed, “As much as I despise it. . . I can see the way you look at her. And she’s annoying, but maybe there’s something more than just looking across the tarmac.”

Bradley opened his mouth to rebuttal but was cut off by Hangman calling his name. Hangman gave Phoenix a nod, and she smiled, patting Rooster’s arm as he stood up and walked towards him. They walked back down to their room. Y/N smiled up at them as they walked in. Jake clapped his hand down on his friend’s shoulder as he walked over to his wife.

“Wanna hold her?” Y/N asked Bradley.

“Yeah,” He nodded, “I don’t really know how-”

Jake took his daughter from his wife and walked over to Bradley. The aviator held his arms out as Jake carefully put the baby in his arms, explaining to support her head and her bottom. Rooster held her against his body and smiled at the baby in his arms.

“How does it feel to hold your goddaughter?” Jake asked him.

“My what-”

“Alex already calls you ‘Uncle Rooster’, so we thought why not make it official,” Y/N shrugged, “Only if you-”

“Yes!” Bradley said, cutting her off. Y/N giggled and leaned against her husband, watching Bradley hold their daughter. For once, Bradley felt like he belonged to a family. He wondered, is that what Maverick felt, all those years ago, watching Goose and Carole with Bradley? For years, Bradley had been searching for a family, finding love in the wrong places, having his heart broken repeatedly, but now he finally had it. Bradley cleared his throat, feeling tears in his eyes as he looked at his family.

“Hey kid, I’m your uncle Rooster,”

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