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Do You Love Me
You were on the bed in daemon's chamber waiting for him when you felt a flutter in your belly, your hand moved over rubbing it feeling a bit out of it that this was happening.
You laid flat on the bed looking up at the ceiling, when daemon wanted you to come with him to king's landing from driftmark you thought it be an fun adventure being in a new place, staying at the red keep, getting treated like royalty, and having daemon's undivided attention.
It was one of those dreams you always wish will happen when you were a child, but in yours you never imagine the rogue prince take a liking to you of all people. You sigh thinking about how you got to this state of living with the targaryen prince, it wasn't a good memory to go back on but it did seal your fate with your lover in the end that made it worth it.
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You were on the couch in dragonstone when your mind went to the past couple of months of you being with daemon, you hummed to yourself at the fun you had between the sheets and out of them you never wanted it to end. But, that feeling was shortly lived after weeks of staying in the red keep. He started confining you to his chambers while he was away doing his "duties", and when he finally got bored of his duties he took you away to dragonstone where he stayed with you for a month or two before leaving you there to your own devices.
He didn't even tell you that he was leaving until you found out when you saw him riding on caraxes from the balcony of his chambers, and when he finally came back he brought another woman with him with tan skin and dark hair. You remember waiting for him to come back to his chambers so you could demand to go back home for leaving you here all alone, it was nearing midnight when he walked through the door the first thing you grabbed was a book you brought from his huge library.
Before you got the chance to throw it he had you on the bed naked and fucked out of your mind to point that you forgot what he did to make you angry, after that night he didn't come back not until the next day and then he didn't come back the following day but he did the day after that so it took the seventeenth night since he got back for you to realized that he was jumping between you and the other woman. It was, mysaria, the name you come to found out as the other woman night today when you were waiting in front of the fireplace for your tea.
You twist and untwist the white curly streak that you got from your father around your finger as you stared into the fire, the knock on the door made you shoot up from your seat and hurry to crack open the door.
"Did anyone see you?" The older maester shook his head.
"Good." You opened the door wider seeing the white teacup on a small plate in his hand.
"You should give it a couple of minutes or more to cool down before drinking, m'lady." You nodded taking it from his hand looking down at the light amber liquid.
"Mind you, m'lady. Beware that this tea has very dangerous effects." You looked at the older gentleman frowning a bit.
"I'll take that in consideration, thank you have good night maester." The old man bowed walking away before you closed the door you looked up snd down the hall to make sure their weren't anyone spying on you.
You walked back over to the couch you blew on the steaming cup, the smell of honey and mint engulf your senses before setting it down on the table, you moved your hair from your face and behind your ear before grabbing the book next to you to past the time as you wait for the tea to cool down. As you were reading you heard the door to your chamber's open making you stand up and turn to see daemon, you moved to the side blocking the tea from his vision.
"Daemon." You said flatly.
"Issa jorrāelagon." He smiled moving his eyes all over you.
"Shouldn't you be with your other mistress night." He came to stand in front of you as his hands moved gently up and down your arms.
"I took her back to king's landing."
"Really? Does this mean you taking me back to diftmark." You asked trying not to sound too hopeful, daemon wasn't looking at you as he caress your collarbone.
"You want to leave me?"
"Of course not, but rather than leaving me here all alone you can take me back home...and come get me again once your finish with your duties." He laughed in your face as you said the most peculiar thing.
"So, you can start opening your legs for the sailors and knights...?" He said finally looking at her.
"I don't think so." He pecked you lips before trailing his kisses down your neck.
"I'm just saying–" he cut you off muttering into your neck.
"That's your problem. Your talking when you should be getting on your knees and pleasuring your prince." He hands were grabbing your backside as he leaves love bites on your neck, he tries to back you to the couch but you stumbled knocking against the table making the tea and small plate make a clanking sound.
"A bit late for tea, isn't it." He asked after catching you before you fell, you looked to see he was looking down at it with curiosity.
"Just something to help me sleep...you know how I am when I'm in a new place," you said you could tell he wanted to inspect the light amber liquid making you slide you hands from his arms to his abdomen to his get to his belt making you unbuckling them to draw his attention back to you.
" You should undress you smell." He turned his head back to you before letting out a pleased hum when your hand rubbed his cock through his pants.
"I thought you like my scent." He says taking off his leather jerkin tossing it to the side, only in his white tunic showing off his chest before he leaned his head against her own.
"Oh, I do...just not when it's mixed with another woman perfume." You backed up away from him before flopping on the couch.
"Is that a hint of jealousy, my love?" He asked staring down at you making you snort.
"please..." you muttered leaning your head back on the rolled arm of the couch, "...I have nothing to feel for such things as envy over who you fuck."
"So, you wouldn't care if i bring another woman back here?" You turned your head looking at him.
"No, it's your castle...you are the prince and future heir. I am your whore you do not belong to me so you can do as you wish. My only purpose here is to please and make you happy." You shrugged slightly as you watch him walk closer to you before kneeling down by your side.
"So, if I tell you stay here with me forever, will you?" He asked his fingertips grazed your expose legs and thighs.
"Yes." You answered feeling a bit of ill in the pit of your stomach, in the amount of time of being with daemon. His slowly started to becomeproprietorial over you to the point that you felt suffocated and it makes you mad that you couldn't really do much about it.
You couldn't tell him no because of his temper you know that daemon wouldn't put a hand on you, but there are other ways to hurt a woman without using violence.
"I'm pleased to hear that especially since..." he said softly trailing his kisses from side of your thigh up to your waist, "...I want to see your belly swell with my sons and daughters." He chuckled before peaking the top of your stomach causing you to tense up and sit up making him sit on his knees. You looked at him stunned at his words, he tilt his head to the side with a small grin making you scoff.
"Don't jest about something like that." You exhaled heavily.
"What? You do not wish to have childern, I mean I get it children can be such irritating creatures." His hands running up and down your calf and thigh while looking at you, you glanced at him before looking away into the fireplace.
"I do want childern...I just don't want them–right now." You said looking down at your hand playing with your ring.
"You mean you don't want them from me." You snapped you head him as he wore a serene look.
"I didn't say that–"
"No, but you were thinking it and it's okay." He said rubbing your knee making you bite the inside of your bottom lip as you felt relieved.
"The gods will decide when it's time for us to have childern, and until then we will have to keep trying." He gave you a placid smile before kissing your knee, making you let out a nervous giggle feeling that same dread creep up in your stomach again.
"...yea." you leaned forward grabbing the tea before you were stopped by daemon's hand wrapping around your wrist, a bit of fear shoot through as you looked at daemon as he took the cup of your hand.
He smelled it before he gave you a soft scowl getting up, "Daemon–" you started.
"Are you pregnant?" You looked at him for a minute.
"I don't know...I been throwing up all day." He look down at you with a narrow eyes before glancing down at him.
"Your lying again." You shook your head opening your mouth, " ...you know why I know your lying, because the maester told me you been visiting him for the past six days straight since I been back." You looked up at him with a wary look as you swallow thickly.
"Daemon–"
"Do you want to drink it?" He asked calmly.
"I-I don't–I–"
"It's a simple question, do you want it?" He said again looking down at you, you hesitated looking st him before glancing at the cup.
"Yeah, I want it." You whispered bracing yourself for his wrath.
"Ok." He held the cup in front of you waiting for you to grab it, you look at him curiously as you looked between him and the cup.
"Take it." He urge straighten his arm a bit towards you, you exhale feeling s bit shaky as you pulled your hand up to grab it only for it to be thrown at the fireplace. The cup hits the stone causing it to shattered and the liquid to stain the carpet, you looked at daemon as if he lost his mind as he gave you a curious look back.
"What the in seven hells, daemon? Are you mad." You stood up looking at him.
"I could be asking you the same thing, did you really thing I was going to let you kill our unborn son." He took a step forward only for you take a step back.
"Daemon, please. We can not have this child." You pleaded backing up as he walk towards you.
"We can and we will..." You stopped s good distance away from him as we stood behind the couch.
"I'm not having this baby."
"...you make it sound like you have a say, I am your prince you do as I say–"
"No!" You snapped.
"I will not raised your bastard, daemon. I will not give him the life that was burden upon me by my own lord father." You hissed, you told him this long ago about your father, you never mentioned a name but he knew and you told him of your life in the brothel with your mother and he told me about his own childhood.
"I'll marry you–"
"Please. How long will that..hmmm? Your just going to get bored and leave to found something better and when you do so will I." He looked stern at you taking a step closer but you stood your ground.
"Your not taking my son and if i have to I will lock you away in the highest tower I can found and have you remain there until our child is born."
"And then what? You gonna parade him around the royal court, they will not accept him as their own when they found out that his mother's a bastard whore."
"You can't be a whore if you only had one customer...which was me." He nonchalantly.
"Not the point I still worked in a pleasure house–" you dismissed his comment.
"As a cupbearer." He rolled his eyes closing the distance between you both as his hands went to your arm.
"I understand your concern but I want to have this child with you, I want to be with you." You shook your head in pain.
"For how long? I can't be stuck in this castle all alone with no help and have my child questioned if his father loves him or not."
"I will never leave your side or our child, I would rather burn than to be absent father," his hand grasped your face before leaning his head against your own, "I'll never abandon you or our baby I promise." You covered his hand with yours before nodding.
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The door opened making you turn your head to see daemon, he was gone all night with his golden cloaks killing and maiming criminals. He eyes wondered around the room quickly before landing on you he smiled coming over to you, you moved away from to the other side of the bed as he tried to kiss you.
"Uh-uh stop right there." You put up a finger stopping him in his tracks as he went to climb on the bed.
"Your not getting in our bed smelling like a dead rat." He rolled his eyes backing up and moving his side of the bed and kneeling by side you.
"Can I atleast get a little peck?" He asked.
"No." You deadpan, "maybe if you change and take a bath, I considered it." You smiled mockingly.
"I can't have to attend the small council, my brother wishes to see me." He rolled his eyes leaning his head on the bed.
"Yeah, after the screams of your victims echo through the wee hours of the night, I'm not surpised." He hummed before getting up.
"Let's get this over with." He sighed.
"You have fun." He looked down at you with a look.
"No, your coming with I want you there when I announced our marriage to my brother." You gave a strain look a bit nervous, it been five months and daemon kept his word as he stayed by your side through the pregnancy. You be lying if you said that you weren't nervous anything can happen, and you mean anything as sweet as viserys is he is a bit dense and likes to listen to his hand rather than his own.
Nobody knew that you were with child when we arrived daemon made sure you went straight to his chambers unnotice, he wanted to tell his brother face to face rather than have gossip spread through the castle and spoil his plan. You had a cloak on hiding your body as you walked with daemon holding your hand, you walked in the room to found just three members of the council already here.
"Prince Daemon." They all stood up and bowed to him, no one looked your way as they took their seats. You wanted to stand near the window that overlooked king's landing, but before you could move Daemon pulled you to sit next to him making your nerves multiple with each step. Your free hand moved to your stomach when the doors opened reavling the king and his hand, you were such a nervous wreck that you couldn't even get up and so respect so you just looked down at your lap instead waiting for this to be over.
You were surpised that otto didn't say anything to your presents neither did the king, so the meeting begin and they discussed what happened last night. It seemed like time moved slow as they talked, you glanced at daemon who wore a bored looked as he listened to lord strong talk no wonder he hated coming to these meetings they were so fucking dull. You kept yourself from yawning for the fifth time already, how can anyone stand to listen to otto talk when all he been doing is countering everyones response while the king sat there like a statue.
"Now, that we got that resolved. Daemon. What did you wish to announce." Viserys asked looking over at his brother.
"That I have found a wife and she's expecting." He smiled widely looking at you before looking back at his brother, viserys along with the rest of the men looked stunned.
"O-oh, daemon. That's good news." He looked over at Otto a bit lost for words, before looking back at daemon.
"We will be getting married in the beginning of spring." You looked over at Otto who leaned forward with his hands in front of him.
"And may I asked, m'lady. What house are you from?" You swallow as everyone eyes were on you.
"She's doesn't belong to a house–"
"So, she's a commoner. What do your father do?" He asked.
"I never knew my father, my lord." You answered, "...what about your mother?" The king asked making you looked at him hesitated to answer.
"She was–She worked in a brothel back at diftmark, my king."
"Not only a commer, but a bastard one at that." Otto sighs glancing at the king who wore a small frown, daemon looked at Otto with a void look before turning his attention back to his brother.
"I wish to marry her and I want you there to witness it," the king looked conflicted before he can open his mouth otto spoke up.
"We have already arranged a marriage in The Vale with House Royce to lady rhea royce of runestone." Daemon scoffed.
"The Vale? In the Vale, men are said to fuck sheep instead of women. I can assure you, the sheep are prettier." He said snarky glaring at Otto, you bite your lip holding in snicker.
"She is a good and honorable woman from a great house, while your..." Otto looked at you with disfavor causing daemon put his hand over his sword handle, "...paramour comes from no house has no titles, and fundamentally is a bastard and daughter of a whore. She and her unborn child will bring nothing but shame upon this house." You link your hand with daemon's hand from under the table feeling the rage radiating off him.
"Your words hold nothing to me, she is the woman I wish to marry." Otto rolled his eyes.
"Your grace–" Otto looked to king viserys but daemon cut him off.
"I could have stayed in dragonstone..." he said catching viserys attention, "I could have gotten married without your knowing I could have let you found out through gossip and hearsay but I didn't." Daemon confessed.
"I came to you face to face instead, out of my love for my family and for her. So, I ask you brother for your blessing to marry the woman I love." The men and you were taken back by daemon's words, no one ever heard daemon beg he wasn't weak like that but it seems for you he make a exception.
"You have my blessing."
"Your grace–" Otto said shocked.
"No, I made my decision." The king got up making everyone follow suit, he walked over to you grabbing your hand.
"Welcome to the family." He smiled making you shake his hand thanking him, he left with a brooding otto following after him leaving only you and daemon alone.
"How do you feel?" He asked.
"Like I'm about to be sick." You giggle nervously turning to him, " I can't belive he said yes." Your turned your head to the door where everyone left.
"My brother have a soft heart, one of his biggest weaknesses but also one of his redeeming qualities." His hand rested on your cheek making you to him giving him a teasing smile.
"So, you love me?" He looked down at you before shrugging with a thoughtful look.
"Maybe. Do you love me?" He asked, you made a looking as if you were thinking.
"Hmmm, I'm getting there." You smiled making him lean down and kiss you, but like before you dodge it having him kiss your cheek.
"Come on. You are I need of a bath." He hummed walking behind you with his arms around your waist.
"Will you join me?" He whispered near your ear making nudge him with your elbow slighly making him chuckle.
"I'll think about it." He hmmed again kissing your neck as you giggled echoed through the halls.
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falling for you... again - a.f
☺︎ azzi fudd ☺︎
☺︎ playing: honey by kehlani ☺︎
Geno just finished his rant after our hard loss against Texas. Throughout his entire speech, his main goal was our team chemistry, especially through the guards. He was basically yelling at Azzi and me the entire time.
Azzi and I weren't as close as we were with everyone else, but there's a great explanation for it. Azzi was my first everything back in high school. My dad was stationed in Washington, so we went to the same high school. We dated the entire time I was there, but we broke up when my dad got reassigned.
We never really talked about the breakup, we only really talked on the court. "Fudd and McKnight let me speak to you in the hall" Geno walked out with the two of us following him. "I don't know nor do I want to know the problem between you two, but you need to get it together. You two are going to need to be the best of friends by Monday or you both are riding the bench until I feel like you deserve to be on the court" Geno finished leaving Azzi and me to stare at the back of his body.
"I'm not reading the bench, so I guess we are going to have to figure this out" Nae spoke looking up slightly at Azzi. "Um. Yeah, sure. We can go to the mini fair they have tomorrow...I mean if you're good with it" Azzi tells her shuffling between feet awkwardly.
"Az you don't have to be awkward, our relationship ended three years ago" Nae shrugged. She was lying. She wanted nothing more, but to get back together with Azzi.
"You're right" Azzi smiled walking back into the locker room.
Here we go again...
The car ride to the fair was quiet. They didn't really talk to each other except the hi when Nae got into the car. Nae was the first to speak up as they walked into the park. "I thought we weren't being awkward anymore?" Azzi let out a small laugh. "I wasn't planning on it, but harder said then done"
Nae just nodded looking around. "How about we make a bet?" Azzi spoke walking over to the basketball hoop game. "I'm listening"
"Whoever wins has to do whatever the other person tells them for the rest of the night" Azzi smirks passing the basketball to Nae. "Deal"
Azzi went first making sixteen out of twenty three-pointers, and Nae went after making eighteen out of twenty three pointers. "You cheated, there's no way" Azzi smiled making Nae jump up and down gently pushing her.
Throughout the rest of the night, Nae made Azzi do small stupid tasks like eating a snow cone in two minutes and forcing her to ride rollercoasters with her. The two now set on the ferris wheel looking out the window.
"One last take Az"
"What is it," Azzi asked tiredly. "I want you to yell out how much better of a guard I am than you are" Nae smirked seeing the shock on her face. "If I say it we all know it isn't true" Azzi teased. "Are you serious?" Nae laughed pushing Azzi's shoulder.
"I am so serious... you can't guard me" Nae and Azzi gently pushed each other eventually stopping from how much their seat was shaking. "You're so lucky we are in the air" Nae smiled leaning her head on Azzi's shoulder.
"I missed you" Azzi whispered grabbing her hand and playing with Nae's rings. "I missed you too"
Nae looked up at Azzi making eye contact with her. "Is it bad that I want to kiss you?" Nae asked using her hand to gently caress Azzi's cheek. "Is it bad that I want you to?" Azzi leaned in closer to Nae's face placing a small but meaningful kiss on her lips.
Before Azzi could pull away Nae pulled her back in connecting their lips. Nae didn't want to take it too quickly so she pulled away after a couple of pecks.
The two sat in silence the rest of the ride allowing their conjoined hands to speak for their lack of words.
The start of a new chapter...
#wcbb#blackoc#wlw#oc#azzi fudd x reader#uconn wbb#uconn women’s basketball#uconn huskies#pazzi#paige x azzi
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What To Expect When You're Not Expecting (5)
Chris Evans x Black (pregnant) Female Reader
Summary: It's no secret that Chris wants to be a daddy. He's said it in many different interviews and blogs before. He just never expected the mother of his child to be someone he didn't know, let alone fuck.
Warnings: 18+ angst, mentions of alcohol abuse and cheating/ malpractice, talk of abortions!, TALK OF SU*C*DE, TALK OF DMV! BE WARNED!
Note: Thank you for all the love so far! It means the world!
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(The reader is nearing five months pregnant, it’s giving WandaVision speed lmao. Chris is a proud PAPAya)
You hadn’t spoken to Chris in a week, and it was another week he couldn’t see his child grow. It wasn’t like he was off in another state filming a movie. In fact, he was here in Boston filming Defending Jacob, so he had nothing but opportunities to see you and the baby. But you hadn’t wanted that, ignoring his calls and text. He knew he messed up asking your such personal questions. But he just wanted to help if he could.
So now on his day off work, he found himself walking up to your apartment with a bouquet of flowers and a pack of ginger ale. He truly hoped you would accept his peace offering—he also hoped your love for ginger ale wasn’t conditional to your pregnancy.
Chris adjusted his hoodie and hat, coughing before he knocked on your apartment door. From the other side he heard stampering, and before he knew it the door flew wide open and so did his eyes. The girl before him looked just like you, only shorter and not pregnant. His eyebrow rose as she chewed on a Twix bar, pulling at the carmel that fell from the bar while she stared him down.
“You gonna say anything, or do you just stare?” She burped causing Chris’s face to scrunch up.
“Um?” He coughed, peaking at the apartment doors number, yup still 338. “Am I at the right apartment?”
“You’re at the right place.’ She looked Chris up and down. “Y/n just taking her thirtieth bathroom break of the day.” She turned, walking away leaving the door wide open.
“Are you going to come in, or are you just going to stand there like a pedophile?” She wandered into the kitchen.
Unsure, Chris stepped inside, closing the heavy wooden door behind himself. “And you are?” He asked, following behind the girl. He watched as she pounced onto the counter, digging into a pint of moose tracks ice cream.
She laughed, kicking her legs. “I’m, Sarah. Y/n’s younger sister. Who are you?” She pointed at him with her spoon.
Chris opened his mouth to speak, but Sarah beat him to the chase. “Wait. Don’t tell me,’ she laughed, rubbing her chin. “You’re the baby daddy, Chris Evans. My roommates fucking obsessed with you.”
“Well, thanks.’ He chuckled awkwardly, placing the flowers down on the counter.
“Want some?” Sarah held her a spoonful of ice cream out in front of Chris’s mouth.
“I’m good.” Chris quickly declined.
“Your loss.” She jumped of the counter. “Y/N, GET OUT HERE—YOUR BABY DADDY IS HERE!” She shouted down the small hallway of your apartment.
Y/n stepped out of the bathroom, here brown eyes glaring at Chris’s blue ones as she emerged from the darkness of the hallway. Although he hadn’t known her long, her eyes always conveyed so much. And right now, they told him to get the hell out of her house. Which was nice by the way.
It was small and cozy, a blend of modern and almost Victorian style furniture with nice hints of pastels and neutrals blending together. A candles wick flickered in the background making the apartments living space smell immaculately . Chris was almost jealous of this place.
“What do you want?” You stuck your nose in the air, slouching back on her sofa.
Chris sighed, grabbing the flowers and walking around to your sofa. He took a seat behind you, placing the flowers on your dark brown coffee table.
“I wanted to say I’m sorry for prying, it wasn’t fair for me to drop those questions on you. Especially without your permission.” He said softly.
“Yeah, apologize as you should.” Sarah leaned over the top of the sofa, staring Chris down. “Digging into our personal shit like you’re Derek Morgan from Criminal Minds. Have several seats, Captain Underpants.” She rolled her eyes.
“Sarah,” you popped your little sisters lip. “Go away.”
Sarah smacked your hand back in retaliation, and you could have sworn you hear Chris stifle out a laugh. You glared at them both.
“Go away.” You growled at her, watching her step into the kitchen. “Further.” You pointed in the direction of her bedroom.
“Sorry.” You rubbed your eyes finally addressing Chris. “What did you want again.” You yawned, snuggling into your heated blanket more.
Chris smiled, looking at your ever growing belly, glowing skin, and messy hair. He liked that you were still intact with the child in you, some of your hair strands being dyed pink. Even with this ordeal and everything you’d been through, you still had an innocence about yourself, and that was more than he could say for others he had met.
“Right.” Chris emerged from the trance you seemed to put him in. “I just wanted to give you these and apologize.” He pointed toward the flowers.
“I hate the smell of flowers.” You blurted. Chris sat dumbfounded, what kind of girl hated the smell of flowers.
“Oh.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “Sorry.”
“It’s fine,’ you got up and headed to the kitchen with your flowers in hand. “I guess they’ll make a cute center piece, until they die.” You plucked away at one of the red rose petals.
“Right.” Chris frowned, not sure how to take your response. He was walking on egg shells here.
“I accept your apology, by the way.” You flicked on the kitchen sink, pouring water into a clear purple vase.
“Really?” Chris beamed.
“Yeah,’ you trimmed the ends of the flowers, tossing them in the vase. “I guess you should know about how fucked up your child’s grandfather is, right?” You said. “How he almost killed me and the rest of my family.”
Chris’s heart pained hearing that. The thought that you could have been killed as a young girl, struck him deeply. How could someone who said he loved you do such horrid things.
“I’m really sorry about that, Y/n.” Chris grabbed your shoulder giving it a light squeeze.
“If you’re so sorry.’ Sarah’s head popped around the corner, followed by the rest of her body. “Cook us some dinner, I’m starved.”
You laughed, feeling your own belly rumble. “It’s only fair.” You shrugged.
“And we want pasta.” Sarah demanded.
Chris could tell the two of you were nothing alike. He shook his head, finally giving in to cooking for the two of you. Not that he had any other plans.
“Fine.” He smiled. “But I only know how to make Alfredo.”
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Chris had been cooking for around thirty minutes, and you’d been staring at his back for the better half of it. And boy did he have a great back, but that wasn’t what most of your thoughts were consumed by. It was mostly consumed by the fact that he never rejected you, not even for a split second. You went through a denial phase of the pregnancy, wanting to end it all. But Chris never seemed to want that.
“Chris.” You spoke up.
He turned around looking at you, almost signaling for you to speak.
“Why do you want this baby so bad?” You bite into a banana.
Chris stopped stirring the Alfredo sauce. Putting the wooden spoon you had provided down. “Why do you ask?”
“What, i can’t ask thought provoking questions too?” You walked around the counter, standing directly in front of him now. “Why did you want this.” You pointed at the bump.
Chris shrugged. “I don’t know, I’ve always wanted a family.”
“No, there’s more to that story. Everyone wants a family, a village to come home to.” You explained.
“Well maybe that’s just it.” Chris turned around, throwing a kitchen towel over his shoulder. “Maybe I’m tired of coming home to an empty house, it’s been just me and dodger for the pass five years. Maybe I want more, Y/n.”
You sighed, and there it was. He was lonely. “I get that. Thank you for being honest.” You smiled.
“You’re welcome.” He smiled, turing back to the sauce.
“So you think this baby will be enough for you?” You asked.
“I know it will, and so will you.” He said back.
Your heart fluttered at that sentiment, you think you were staring to love your accidental family just a little bit more each and every day—and that included Chris.
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Chris’s dinner was, interesting, to say the least. It wasn’t bad, but it was stellar either. Not that you were going to tell him that. But Sarah on the other hand. She had a mouth for anyone and anything.
“Did you season this?” She asked with a perplexed face
“Yes? Is it not to your standard, Queen Sarah.” Chris sassed her back.
Sarah scoffed. “Don’t get smart.” She frowned at him.
He put his hands up in defense, wiping the corners of his mouth. “Y/n? Your thoughts?”
You looked up, playing with the noodles. “Um, it’s cute.” You said quietly, hearing Sarah burst into a fit of giggles.
“Cute?” He said, narrowing his blue eyes.
“I mean,’ you stammered over your words. “Never mind, it’s great.” You lied to him, watching his face soften.
“Well, thank you,’ he coughed. “I actually have something to ask you.” He said.
“That’s funny,” Sarah interjected. “I was gonna ask you something to.”
Chris subtly rolled his eyes. “What is, Sarah?”
She smirked. “What’s it like to be famous? And what made you want to honker down and have this baby with my fabulous sister?”
“Being famous isn’t what everyone thinks. It’s not all glitz and glamour, it’s hard work too.”
“I bet.” She took a sip of her drink. “And my sister?” She nudged you.
Chris looked at you and then the baby, a glimmer of something you couldn’t explain was in his eyes. “I just—I don’t know I feel comfortable around your sister, and I’m in a position where I can take care of both of them. Relationship or not, I guess.” He mumbled.
“It’s not conventional,’ you gave his hand a pat. “But it’ll work.” You smiled.
“Aw, how cute!” Sarah said sarcastically. “So you know Sebastian?” She immediately changed the subject.
You giggled, spitting out your ginger ale a bit. “Stop.”
“No, don’t do that!’ Sarah laughed. “You should have seen what she was saying about him.” She told Chris
“You know Sebastian?” Chris grabbed his glass confused.
“No, I don’t. But after I found out who you were I kind of went on a stalking binge with Sarah on the phone, we found Sebastian. And I don’t know, he’s cute.” You smiled, before taking another sip.
alright, Chris didn’t know if he should be jealous. According to everyone he was just your baby daddy. But something about the woman carrying his baby finding his best friend ‘cute’ bothered him, badly.
“Hm, yeah well Sebastian’s a sweetheart.” He grumbled, rolling his eyes.
“Maybe he can be your next celebrity baby daddy, Y/n.” Now it was Chris’s turn to spit of his drink.
“Sorry.” Chris said as everyone’s eyes were on him, he wiped himself off with a napkin avoiding the girls eyes.
“You good bro?” Sarah asked, ripping off another piece of paper towel and passing it to him.
“Yeah.’ He coughed once more. “I’m fine.”
“But y/n,’ Chris carried on. “I was thinking we should plan for a baby shower.”
“Oh,’ y/n gasped.
“I mean if that okay with you?” He added.
“Yeah, it’s great. It’s just, I don’t have much family to bring. It’ll just be Sarah and Vada.” You told him.
“That’s ok.’ He smiled. “My family has been dying to you meet you.”
“Okay.“ you nodded.
“Good. When should we start planning?” Chris asked, pulling out his calendar.
“Are you opening your calendar?” Sarah laughed.
“Sarah, stop he’s busy. And next week should be fine, Chris.”
“Hopefully not too busy for the baby.” She grumbled underneath her breath, Chris hears her and glares.
“Never too busy.” He replied with a different look for both girls. “Next week is perfect Y/n.”
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Taleah as a Jujutsu sorcerer
Her power is based on Black Body Radiation. She's able to generate heat from any part of her body. Basically, she can incinerate her opponents. And that makes her untouchable like Gojo (Unless you like...stab her?). Yes, she's special grade.
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Have you ever wondered what it would be like if someone in hell had the power to decide a sinner's fate or even give someone living a longer or shorter life? It's a thought-provoking idea, isn't it?
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Harmonia's age is around the same as Zestial's, but not much is known about her. She is mysterious and keeps to herself, rarely interacting with others. Some say she has a heart of stone, while others believe she is a compassionate and fair judge.
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Mirrors: Confession
Paring: Bokuto x OC
Genre: Angst, smut
Warnings: Aggressive behavior, anger, language, sexual themes, split personalities...+
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My face is buried in my hands as I explain everything to the girls sitting with me.
I tell them how Bokuto offered to take me back to his place, admitting it was a trap as I do. I confess the electricity that sparked when he led me through the crowd and didn't dare to let go. I recount Bokuto and Sugawara's altercation and how surprised I was that Bokuto was willing to fight for me.
I share in-depth details about the session Bokuto and I experienced. I laid out all the praises and compliments he soaked me in as he moved against me. Lastly, I tell them how that night has all been washed away. I don't conceal the hurt on my face when I tell them that it seems like he's forgotten me.
"Wow..." Monica gasps, slowly putting her back against her chair. "Just wow...."
Gabby's hand is over her lips while her eyes bulge out of their socket. "I didn't even know that side of Bokuto existed."
I tried not to cry but couldn't help it. I witnessed myself in a new light; reached an elated state that once was nonexistent to me. All for it to be snatched from me in a blink of an eye. I dry my now damp lashes before putting my chin in my palm and looking in Bokuto's direction. I let out a sigh as I think about what we could have been.
Maya adjusts the high ponytail butterfly locs on her head before sighing deeply. "You want us to beat him up?" I snap my head at Maya to see the seriousness in her eyes. "Cause I won't stand for you to be used like that."
"Yeah!" Monica perks up out of her seat. "Ain't nobody finna mess with my twin and not pay for it!"
I scowl at Monica. "Girl, sit down. It's not that big of a deal." I rush out before she makes a scene. Monica has always been the confrontational twin and has gotten into many fights on my behalf. She once gave a girl 16 stitches when she found out she bullied me.
"Nah, nah, nah." She ignores my plea. "I'm finna beat his a—"
"So you've been juked by him too, huh?"
Our heads turn to the stiff voice that cuts in. Maya's eyes immediately turn into rage and disgust when they land on the owner of the voice. Serenity Flores stands over the table wearing a somber expression. Once again, I don't know her personally but have heard a lot about her from Monica.
Gabby's hand reflexively clutches Maya's to hold her back. "What do you want?" Maya seethes through her teeth. Serenity briefly looks down at her with unimpressed eyes. She ignores her and looks back at me.
"Bi–
"I couldn't help but overhear everything you said. I kn–"
"More like you can't mind your own business." Maya spits before Serenity can finish. "You just love to stick your fat nose in places it has no business being in. Get a life and stop trying to ruin others."
Serenity releases a breath and then sucks it back in. Maya isn't going to let her talk, and rightfully so. Back in sophomore year, Maya and Sugawara split. She had gotten together with a boy named Daichi Sawamura and they were a strong couple. Daichi always followed the rules and prompted Maya to do the same. I thought they'd stay together for a while before Serenity came in. She somehow divided them and split them up. Things got so bad that Daichi moved away to a different school district and far away from Maya. Now, Serenity and Maya can't stand to be in each other's presence.
"Maya, I know you hate me–"
"I despise you." Maya corrects.
"Yeah, yeah. But I'm not here to stir something up," Serenity focuses her coffee-colored eyes on me. "I'm just here to console you."
"And why would she need you of all people to console her!?" My stomach gurgles when Maya's raised tone gains some attraction. "All you do is lie and manipulate people!" There's hurt laced behind Maya's words. Losing Daichi clearly bothers her still and she won't forgive Serenity for it.
Serenity and Maya can fight on their own time, I don't care. But I am interested in what Serenity has to say. She could be lying but there's a chance there's some truth woven into it. That's the art of deception anyways.
"Maya," I call out. She pulls her raging eyes to me. I swallow my nerves and give her a gentle smile. "It's okay, I do want to hear what she has to say. Clearly, she must know something."
I don't wait for Maya's response and look back to Serenity. "This doesn't mean we're friends though. Say what you need to then leave."
Monica sits back in her chair and glares at the lighter-skinned. "Yeah, you aren't necessarily wanted."
Serenity slightly nods understanding that she's unwelcomed in our space.
"All I wanted to say is that you and I are the same, at least when it comes to dealing with Bokuto." She looks down as she starts fiddling with her fingers. The same somber expression she had before returns. "I went over to his house once. We had been talking for some time and he had invited me over. I remember everything about him was different. We had sex, obviously but not before he treated me like I was his world."
She glances at Bokuto with a yearning look in her eyes. It reminds me of the way I was looking at him only a moment ago. "He knew all my concealed secrets and forced me to accept them. He made me feel a different side of myself but then..." A deep frown forms on her lips. "The next time we saw each other, he ignored me." She shakes her head. "No, that's not right. He had completely forgotten the night we had. He went back to the immature boy he is now and the boy I witnessed that night was completely gone."
Her eyes suddenly snap back to me and she scowls. Maya goes on the offense when she sees rage pouring out from Serenity's eyes. "So don't go thinking you're special. You're just some chick he screwed and forgot about the next day."
Serenity turns on her heels and leaves me with a burning sting from her harsh but most likely true words.
"And you're just a whore who nobody loves!" Maya shouts after her. Maya grits her teeth and turns back to us. "I knew I should have just punched her the second she inserted herself. You don't believe her do you?"
I keep my lips sealed. Slowly, I curl into myself. "I do," I admit after the pregnant pause passes. "I believe everything she said."
"What?" Gabby shakes her head. "Serenity lies for fun. She probably just made that up after overhearing what you told us."
I cross my arms and stare at the table. Serenity is telling the truth but they'll never believe that. I'm confident she is. When she looked at Bokuto with that twisted look in her eyes, I knew she wasn't faking it. It takes a lot of skill and practice to mimic a face like that. It's an expression rooted in deep sorrow that many people aren't willing to show; almost like she was grieving something she never really had.
"How about this," Monica speaks up after my silence drags on longer than it should. She takes my phone and unlocks it with her face. A perk she loves to endorse for being my identical twin. "I'm going to give you Bokuto's number."
"And why would you do that, Moni?" Gabby questions, not hiding the disapproval in her voice.
"So she can get to the bottom of this." She answers as she types his number into my contacts. "If you really want to find out, text him. Let him know who you are and find out for yourself if he's forgotten you. I don't think he has."
Something in Monica's tone indicates that she's withholding information but she's too scared to share. I'd ask but I think I'm just as scared to hear what it could be.
"Here."
She thrusts my phone to me. His contact is open and my mind races as I stare at it blankly. For whatever reason my eyes can't drift away from the contact saved in my phone as Bokuto.
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The crickets chirp outside creating the only sound in my room besides my heavy breath. It's past 10:30 and sleep refuses to come to me. My eyes stare at my bland ceiling and I rest the back of my palm on my forehead. A long, slow, and heavy sigh leaves my lips before I roll over to my side.
I look at the long paragraph I've typed but I'm too scared to press send. I don't know why I let Monica talk me into texting Bokuto when we got home. She even pulled Mama into the matter and she cursed him out in Spanish and English. After mouthing off, Mama told me I should give him a piece of my mind. It was two against one and I walked away as the loser.
I didn't cry as I typed my message. Even though my heart still aches, I didn't let it show in my text. I relayed all my anger and confusion to him. I made sure my words would leave him with guilt and regret. I purposely provoked him, calling him every swear word I knew, and just like Mama told me, I let him know that it was me.
But after exerting my frustration, I'm left feeling nothing. It's as if I'm a tall wine glass that is waiting to be filled with something intoxicating. My body is trembling on the inside waiting to feel that ecstasy it did with Bokuto. My heart is pounding in my chest, screaming at me as if I'm the one denying it's pleasure.
I'm a mess. Complete disarray is what Bokuto has left me in. All for him to have the audacity to forget about me as if I'm a soda can lying in the streets.
Yeah, screw that.
In a split second, I'm slamming my finger against the blue Send button. I block his number before powering off my phone and tossing it to the bottom of my bed.
Tears well in my eyes as I shove myself under my blankets. I hate sleeping under the comforter but tonight I want to feel suffocated. The heaviness feels minuscule compared to the weight pressing against my forehead. My head drowns in pain as I relinquish hot tears onto my pillow. I make a promise that this is the last time I'll cry over this boy.
I'll forget about Friday night, even if that means I'll have to operate on myself to cut the memory out.
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A forceful sound shudders me out of my slumber. At first, I think going to sleep with a headache was a bad idea. I thought the pounding sound that woke me was my head telling me it needs some Aspirin. But when I struggle to sit up under the comforters, I realize that the thundering noise sounded a lot like knocking.
I reach for my phone, cursing myself for crying myself to sleep, falling asleep underneath the thick blanket, and throwing my phone so far away.
My phone is halfway through turning on before the blaring knock comes again. My shoulders convulse and I start to hear the drumming of my heart. Whoever is knocking is using their whole fist to create a deep but powerful base behind their knock. They're pissed and won't relent until someone opens the door.
11:54 PM
Who in the world is knocking so intensely at this time of night? Mama picked up a night shift at the hospital and Monica left to spend the night at Akaashi's. It's just me, which isn't unusual.
Mama has ambitious goals so she's picking up shifts wherever she can to accumulate the money to accomplish them. Monica is falling more in love with Akaashi as the seconds pass (her words not mine) and can't spend a second apart from him. It's starting to become a routine for me to be the only one at home. I'm actually starting to like it so whoever is knocking at the door can kiss my butt.
When the person continues to assault the front door, I groggily shift out from my bed. I slip on my fluffy cross-band slippers before leaving my room. The dimly lit hallway makes me feel like I'm the main character in a horror movie. It's like I'm slowly approaching my death and I'm too stupid to realize it.
I tug my plush lilac robe closer to my body like it'll give me extra protection–as if it gave me any to begin with. Maybe I should have just texted Papi and dealt with the knocking until he came. He'd shoot off the intruder's head and then make sure I was okay.
Sighing when I reach the bottom of the stairs, I inch closer to the front door. The intruder keeps slamming against the door, it's so intense that the door shakes with each knock. Poor door.
My breath starts to run rampant as I'm centimeters away from the door. I clutch my robe to steady my trembling fingers and curl my toes to recenter my balance. Everything is telling me that answering this door is a horrible idea but I can't find the will to turn around. I'm desperate to see who is compelling me to the door.
I let go of a shaky breath before standing on my toes to see through the peephole.
I choke on my own breath when I see the image of a familiar person through the convex lens. My chest tightens while my legs shake like a toddler trying to walk for the first time. I blink before double-checking to assure myself I'm not seeing things. Even then, I still can't believe who I'm seeing.
The muscle in my chest whimpers and demands that I open the door. My body listens and my quivering fingers unscrew the locks. The wind from how quickly I swing the door open nearly knocks me off my feet. My eyes bulge out of their sockets and my mouth gapes at the sight before me.
With his monochrome hair laying flat on his head, Bokuto stands on the opposite side of the door.
My throat turns into a desert. It's like what I realized the first time I felt his lips on mine, he owns and controls my every breath. He's consuming all the air around me and depriving me of the privilege of breathing. I can't hear anything but the ringing sound of my heart losing its freaking mind.
His starlight irises are glaring at me with his rosy lips turned into a scowl. His olive skin is flushed with red while a rivulet of sweat drips down the side of his face. His aura is different from the one I just witnessed at school today but it's the exact same as the one Friday night. He's panting slightly and his eyebrows start to pinch together when he sees me.
"I thought you'd never open the door." His sonorous voice is rich and it sends my senses into overdrive. I curse at myself for missing it. I have half a mind to slam the door right in his face but before I can, he's stepping inside forcing me to retreat back into the house.
I gag when he presses against my smaller body and his spicy scent invades my nostrils. He pushes against me, nearly knocking me off balance but before I hit the ground, he's snacking his arm around my waist and slams me against his broad chest. He grunts, forcing me to look into his wild eyes.
"W-w-what are you d-doing here?" I embarrassingly croak out. I had to search deep inside of myself to find the weakest and quietest voice to use against him.
A moment passes as he searches for something in my eyes. I have no idea what he's looking for but I know all he'll see is how terrified I am. Bokuto is 6'2 while I'm barely 5'4. This boy is larger than me in every possible way. I'm suffocating in his grasp and I'm petrified by the angry glare nesting in his eyes. All his rage is pouring onto me and I don't know why. Shouldn't I be the one pissed at him?
"What was that text message?" He finally asks keeping his voice lower but stiffer than a mountain. I can't find the words to say, for a second, I don't even know what he's referring to.
His fingers dig into my side. My vision blurs at the slight pain he's causing. He leans in close and an indescribable look of fury paints his voice and face.
"You can call me what you want, but you have lost your mind if you think I'm going to let you walk away." My mouth drops. Literally.
"We're over?" He quotes my words from the text with venom spewing from his lips. I flinch when he throws his back and his laughter echos off the walls. His laugh is deep and sinister, it's everything but joyful. It's nothing like the laugh he had with Mark today. I can feel it vibrating in his chest and I'm ashamed to admit that it awakens something in me. The folds between my legs instantly dampen with arousal.
I flinch again when he brings his head back closer than it was before. A pure evil grin plasters along his mouth and his royal eyes glimmer with wicked intent. "Oh, baby we've only just started and you better fasten your seat belt 'cause you're in for one hell of a ride with me."
My lips part and I moan.
I freaking moan.
I couldn't stop it from passing my lips. I've never felt such an attraction to something so powerful and wicked in my life. Whatever darkness he has is pouring onto me, entangling me into something I have no business being a part of. My body is being torn into pieces, screaming at me to let go but also to plunge in deeper.
His wicked grin widens when he hears my moan. "You sound so pretty, did you know that?"
I'm speechless but not for long. The image of him shrugging and forgetting about me reappears in my brain. Heat rushes to my face as my body twitches with anger. I place both of my palms on his chest and use every inch of energy I have to push him away from me.
His arm slips from around me and pure air starts to fill my lungs again. I gasp, desperate to breathe clearly, and turn away from him. I stumble over to the brown leather couch I've told Mama a million times to get rid of. I place my hands on its back and drop my head between my shoulders as I grasp for air.
Seconds pass before I regain all the breath I need. I look back at Bokuto who's standing there with an amused grin on his perfect face. I'm over here dying from the air he stole and he's smiling?
I narrow my eyes with fury burning beneath them. I lunge my body at him with my fist flying straight for his jaw. He doesn't flinch, instead, he grabs my wrist before impact and jerks me close to him.
"Feisty aren't ya?" His smirk and eyes widen with pleasure. He looks like a maniac. A sexy maniac.
"You jerk!" I spit at him. "Who do you think you are?" I jerk my wrist from his grasp but he's too strong. I groan in frustration before using my other hand to push against him. It's useless though, he stands like an indestructible wall.
Mama is going to come home to her house destroyed because when I get out of his hold, I'm throwing everything in this house at him.
"Who do you think you are!?" I holler again. "You ignored me! Forget about me!" I know I promised that I wouldn't cry over him anymore but hot tears start to spill from my eyes.
A mixture of frustration, anger, and pain is coated into my voice. His grip loosens as he hears it. "You made me feel like I could conquer the world! You made me reach a peak I didn't even know existed!" My voice lowers and starts to crack. "You made me feel loved and beautiful. I thought you wanted me!" I raise my voice again and let more tears slip out.
I watch his eyes turn from harder than nails to softer than feathers. He almost looks confused about why I am so angry which only fuels my rage even more. "All for you to act like I was nothing today! Like I was nothing more than just a body you slept with! Then you just storm in here like you didn't ignore me!"
It was just one night. One late September Friday night. Why am I getting all emotional over one night? It's because it's the best I ever felt in my own skin since forever. I thought I had something true and real, just for it to be stripped away from me. Just like every other thing in my life. I'm exhausted from losing things all the time.
These tears aren't just for him but he is definitely the main source right now.
He releases my wrist but I'm too hurt to find something to throw at him. "Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why?" I ask the same question repeatedly. "Why? Why? Why? Why? Wh..."
I repeat myself over and over until tears take over. I can't speak anymore as I wail and bawl in front of him. I want to know why everything is taken away from me and I want to know why he forgot about me so quickly.
He steps forward, he wraps his arm around my waist again but not as roughly as he did before. He's gentle and I feel a comforting heat radiating from him. I sink into him even though he's part of the reason why I'm crying. He tilts my head up and uses his thumb to catch my heavy tears.
His eyes are soaked in sorrow. He's hesitant and I don't know why. How has his whole aura shifted so drastically so quickly? Who is Koutaro Bokuto really?
"It wasn't me." He admits softly. His voice is so quiet I barely heard him. I see vulnerability flash through his golden eyes and it almost brings me to tears.
A small part of me is still angry though. That part of me scoffs at him. "Who do you think you are? Shaggy?" He's unaffected by insult. Another tear slips out and he flicks it away.
He closes his eyes and inhales deeply. He braces himself before letting go of one of his biggest truths.
"Do you know what DID is?"
I freeze, sucking in a huge breath. I nod after being stunned for a few beats.
"Yeah, I have it. I'd rather not talk about where I got it from or the years it took to be diagnosed with it but if you don't believe me, I have papers to prove it." His heavy voice sounds so quiet as he opens himself up. I can feel his nerves running wild; I get the feeling that I'm one of the few people who know about this. I shake my head to let him know I don't need to see any papers.
He sighs heavily before caressing my cheek with his thumb. "The guy you saw at school today, isn't the guy you see now. We're different and we can't stand each other." Resentment flashes in his eyes. "He's a complete idiot. He acts like he's the best and mindlessly flaunts himself when in reality he's pathetic and insecure. He runs from himself. He runs from me. I'm his true self but he shuts me out."
I nod, processing the information I'm being told even though my mind feels blank. "Does he not remember me?" I ask barely above a whisper.
"He has no reason to." He responds honestly. "You and him have no connection. Not like the connection you have with me."
"But you–he looked at me, almost like he did remember me but didn't know why." It was brief but that look of confusion meant something. It was like he wanted to remember me.
He nods, understanding what I'm trying to say. "When he's out, I'm forced to watch from behind the glass. I saw you. I wanted to reach out and hold you. I did what I could to help him remember you but he....doesn't like you."
He delivers the blunt truth with all the gentleness he could. It still hurts because that's what truths do. They freaking hurt.
I push against him gently before he can see the hurt in my eyes. I walk away and frantically enter the kitchen. I grab a red apple from the fruit bowl and take a harsh bite to stop myself from crying. A small part of me had a feeling Bokuto had split personalities but fear stopped me from entertaining the thought for long. It's what stopped me from asking Monica what was on her mind earlier. She probably suspected it from long ago but wanted to spare my feelings.
All these years of wanting him to like me, down the drain. All the hopes I had that he might have feelings for me dissipate into nothing leaving a sharp pain in my chest. It shouldn't matter though, his other side likes me that should be enough, right? Right?
I take another firm bite when I hear him come up behind me. I suck in air when he presses himself against my back as I lean over a counter. The weight of him is grave and I feel his crotch against my behind. He leans in inches away from my ear. His silvery voice whispers into my ear.
"But I love you."
He backs away as I gasp and nearly choke on the apple. There's no way he just confessed the sacred three words to me. I whip my head around to see him looking at me with a blissful expression. He's serious, like the plague serious.
"You–"
"He likes Monica, been crushing on her for years." I swallow the fruit so I don't choke. The truth burns through my heart. "He won't go for her though. Akaashi is his best friend and Monica would never return his feelings."
"And wouldn't." I mutter. Monica has told me how she never saw the appeal for Bokuto. He's too loud and arrogant for her liking. I never had to worry about her catching feelings for Bokuto.
"That's why Sugawara said what he said that night. Everyone knows he likes Monica but don't speak about it. It's like a taboo in the group." He shakes his head and looks off to the side.
He grimaces. "He's so stupid though. Why go for Monica when you're right here? You're perfect in ways I never imagined were possible. I've been watching you for years and fall more in love every time I see you. I've been complacent for years but I refuse to lose you because he wants to be an idiot."
My heart can't help but swoon at his confession. The elevated feeling from the praises he sang to me sinks back in and I can't stop my heart from wanting him. I want to reach out and pull him close to me but I'm hesitant. I'm obviously attracted to him but can I confidently say that I love this side of him? I only met him a few nights ago.
"I don't expect you to love me back right now. You just met me Friday night." He says as if he just read my mind. "But..."
His eyes snap back to me. Untamed desire pores from his golden hues and latch onto me. My breath is stuck in my throat and my muscles tense at the piercing glare he gives me. He takes two heavy steps before he's pressing himself against me. I drop the apple to the floor as his presence invades my space. The crushing feeling wraps around me again as he stares into my eyes.
"You're going to fall in love with me." His low and rich voice holds so much weight as he declares confidently. His hand grips the side of my neck. He presses his thumb against the start of my throat and I fight back the urge to gag. "I meant what I said, princess. We're just getting started. In time, you'll learn that you're bound to me. You can try to run but I'll find you. You're mine and mine alone."
That last line sounded like a threat. If he were to catch me with someone else, they'd be dead and I'd have to face his wrath alone. He's so dangerous but that danger has me salivating for him. There's still so much I want to ask. What triggers him to his other side? And what happened between him and Serenity?
I don't have time to think of any questions before he's lifting me onto the counter. I squeal at the sudden movement but slam my lips shut at the pure adoration flowing from his eyes. Does he...really love me?
He begins untwisting the bow keeping my robe close to me. A blush creeps onto my face when he sees that I'm not wearing much underneath. I'm dressed in a skimpy white spaghetti strap t-shirt with lacy scarlet panties hugging my waist. He curses when he sees my nipples poking from my shirt. There's no hiding that this side of him turns me on.
He moves his large hand to the back of my head and smashes our lips together. It surprises me but my body immediately falls into him. Our lips roughly press against each other as our bodies mold into each other. His hand buries itself in my wild curls and tugs at them. I slip out a moan which allows him to slip his wet tongue into my mouth. My thighs clench against him as I feel his hard crotch against my most sensitive muscle.
"So sweet," He murmurs. "I want to drown in you, Veronica." I groan at the sound of my name falling from his lips. "Drown me in your waves, baby," He plants a sweet kiss on my swollen lips. "But watch how I'll become the conqueror. Your waves will become mine and heed every command I tell them."
I whine feeling the pressure of him against him. I know what I want from him but my words are trapped in my chest. "I-I want to feel it," I manage to groan out. He looks at me intently waiting for me to finish my wish.
I swallow and find my voice. I look at him with all the confidence I can muster. "I want to feel your love for me."
His lips curl into an evil grin; something snaps beneath his eyes. I can tell I'm in for it now.
All the restraint he's been holding back withers away as he moves his hand to the sides of my hips. He grabs onto my panties and roughly pulls them down my legs. His nails roughly glide across my skin as he does. I weep for him as he tosses my panties onto the tile.
He spreads my legs and kneels before me, I could have an orgasm just by the sight. "Oh my gosh..." I breathe out when I feel his breath against me.
"I hope you're ready, darling." He drawls as he looks at me through his thick eyelashes.
His sultry voice vibrates against me making me release another whimper. His thirst for me seeps out as he stares at me through half-lidded eyes. "Because my love is strong and I don't plan to stop. Not even when you're begging and moaning. I'll keep going, I'll devour every drop of you and leave you screaming for more."
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Keep Me Near Your Heart VII
It didn't take long for me and aemond to get to our shared chamber, the air was filled with a sense of melancholia and anticipation. As we made our way into our solar passing Ser Krey, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of unease. My heart felt too heavy and my chest felt like someone was squeezing it, I put my hand on my belly rubbing it trying to calm myself down, and return my baby kicked making my heart feel less heavy.
Once we were in our chamber, Aemond wasted no time in taking me to bed. I tried to push the uneasiness from my mind as we lay together, but I couldn't shake the feeling that something bad was going to happen. However, before long, the exhaustion of the day caught up with me, and the unsettling feeling slowly started to drift into the back of my mind as I drifted off to sleep.
Sometime in the middle of the night, I woke up to find myself alone in the bed. It took a moment for me to realize that Aemond was gone, and another moment for my worries to turn into anger. Feeling stupid for letting myself be fooled by Aemond's outward displays of affection, I toss the sheets and covers aside, sliding out of bed, to find and confront my husband. I pushed open the door, turning my head to look around the solar, a small hope that he would be there reading or sleeping on a settee, but nope, he was not there either.
I shook my head angrily and stalked towards the door, I slammed my fist into the door knocking trying to get the knights on the other side's attention, I paused waiting before going back to banging on the doors.
"Open this fucking door, right now. Or I swear to The Mother, you will have hell to pay--" Before I could finish my threat the door opened revealing Ser Krey, I glared at him, "Where is he?" I asked making the other man look hesitant before answering.
"Who--"
"Don't." I grit making Krey press his lips together, "Where is my husband." I asked again.
Krey opened and closed his mouth as no one came out, the longer he stood there rambling like a fool, the longer my anger mounted. When no one words that could dwindle my feelings, I grab the neck of his chest plate making Krey's words fade away as he is brought to my eye level.
"Take me to my husband or I'll call my dragon to do." My threat hung in the air, and Krey's eyes flickered between mine as he thought, I let go of him when he finally nodded his head making him stand straight.
"I take you to him, my lady."
「 ⊹₊♚₊⊹ 」
Krey was ahead of me as he led me through the halls, I rubbed my fingers together nervously.
What was I going to say? Was this a good idea, maybe I should go back.
I stopped at the thought before the uneasiness from earlier came back, a flutter in my tummy making me put my hand on my stomach feeling my baby move around. A warm feeling spread in my chest when I felt the baby kick, I looked down to the floor as tears welled in my eyes.
Something in me is telling me to turn back to go back to my chamber and forget about Aemind and whatever he is doing. But, how could I when he lied to me and used me, after he promised me she didn't mean anything, why was I so stupid to trust that he meant what he said, I shook my head angrily as the warm feeling turned cold in my heart, he lied he doesn't care about me or our baby? He never cared. I hate him.
"My lady?" I glance up at Krey as he stands at the end of the hall watching me with an unreadable look.
"...coming," I say softly, before continuing as he turns a corner.
A ping of fear plucked at my heart before a wave of anger and bitterness washed it. I was going to give him a piece of my mind, and after that, I will never speak to him again and I will make my sole mission that doesn't come near me or my baby.
I look around not knowing where we are, we are close to the queen's chamber you know that for sure, but what would Aemond be doing here?
"His chamber, m'lady." I look over at Ser Krey as he stands in front of me, he steps aside, revealing a black door with a dragon as a handle.
So, this is where he takes her, what an obvious place. He didn't even try to find a secure location to hide his infidelity, that bastard, that horrible cheating manipulative bastard.
A growl rambles through my chest, as I glare at the door where my supposed 'loving' husband is supposed to be. I move past Ser Krey with such haste that it takes him a moment to go after me and stop me from banging on Aemond's door, I turn my glare to Krey as he looks down at me with an unsure look.
"Are you sure about this, m'lady?" He asks low, making me furrow my brows.
"Of course, I am, why wouldn't I be?" I questioned angrily, Krey gave me a worried look.
"I just...think you should think about what you about to do," I frown a bit at the concern in her voice, "I just fear that whatever is behind that door, you might get hurt or worse your baby." I quirk a brow at him, why does he care if I get hurt or not, I knock his hand from my elbow and stare at him remembering what he did.
"Don't pretend to care about me." He frowns down at me.
"I do care about you, princess--" He starts.
"Shut up! Your loyalty lies with my husband, and that bastard, Ser Cole." He looks at me taken back, "Yes, I know that you took his side over mine, and lied to my husband for him." Ser Krey looks away from me with guilt and shame written on his face.
"I had no choice, Ser Ashford--"
"I don't care." I said making him look at me, "Because you weren't where you were supposed to be, I lost my baby and I had to live with that every day, " I croaked, Ser Krey looked at me with pleading eyes, he looked like he wanted to say something but choose again it.
"I...I'm sorry, m'lady."
I snarl keeping my bottom lip from trembling, "Too late, now get out of my way." I said elbowing past him, I stalked towards Aemond's door.
I stopped, putting my ear close to the door to see if I could hear anything, it was quiet, so I stepped closer pressing my ear to the door hoping to hear better. When I didn't hear anything I pulled back with a frown, maybe I was wrong, maybe was reckless and went for a walk, he was probably back in our chamber--
"Aemond," A sultry voice of a female thrill, loud enough to be heard through the door.
My heart clenched when I heard deep laughter that you never heard from Aemond fill the air before a familiar deep groan replaced it, my stomach churned feeling like I was going to throw up, I swallowed down the lump in my throat and started banging on the door.
I heard a hushed whisper, when the door didn't open I banged again with both fists, clenching my jaw to keep from yelling not wanting to give away that it was me. It took a minute before the door opened, I watched Aemond peek out but before he could register it was me. I shoved the door open causing him to stumble back as I made my way into his chamber, I looked around it was very aemond, everything was black or grey and there were books along with scrolls scattered on his desk.
"Jaenara." I ignored Aemond's shock and whipped around to face his bed to find the person I was looking for.
The darker-haired woman looked at me with wide and fearful eyes, she was holding the covers against her chest but you could see her naked shoulder, I glanced at aemond to see he was not wearing a shirt. I look back at the woman, observing her features, she was pretty I give her that.
"Jaenara, what--" I turn on my heels and stalk towards the door.
Aemond moved to touch me but dodged his hand and walked out of the room, Ser Krey was standing in the hall still with a downcast look.
"Jaenara, where--wait." Aemond was behind me.
I felt his hand on my shoulder, I turned quickly without thinking and slapped my palm across his cheek causing him to snap his head to the right. I step back taking his hand off my shoulder, he looks at me with a mixture of shock and anger, making my anger build.
"Your dead to me." Aemond looked taken back by my words before he had appeared.
"We talk about this later." I shook my head turning away from him, walking away when spoke again, "Ser Krey, make sure my sweet wife gets escorted back to our chamber--" I whipped around as I got near Ser Krey
"The hell with you!" I seethe, and he just sneers at me, Ser Krey grabbed my shoulder before I could stalk back to my bastard I called my husband.
"M'lady, please. Do as he says." I shrugged his hand off me and turned from him to walk down the hall with my hand on my belly.
I took deep breaths as I walked, my body felt like it was about to shut down, and I bit my lip to prevent myself from exploding. The nerve of him, to have the guts to laugh in my face after I caught him, I should have listened to jacerys, I should have never allowed myself to trust him. I should never have allowed myself to love him, bastard.
I groan stopping feeling a stir in my belly, I leaned against the wall as pain shot through me.
"M'lady, are you alright?" Ser Krey asked behind me, I grit my teeth and nodded before pushing myself off the wall, a sudden wave of nausea hit making me stumble causing Ser Krey to latch his hands onto my waist to steady me, "M'lady, if you are not feeling well you must tell, and I'll go get the masters." I shook my head biting down on my tongue.
"I'm fine..." I grunt, "...just get me back to my chamber," I ordered.
Ser Krey uttered something under his breath, and before I knew it u were getting lifted off my feet. My arm shot up to wrap around Ser Krey's shoulder, shooting him a look as he carried me in his arms.
"I'm not crippled, you fool. Put me down I can walk--"
"Not risky it, m'lady." He says, as I hold onto his chest plate for dear life, he is quiet for a minute as he walks before finally speaking,"...I know you think I don't care about you but I do..." he starts, I sigh resting my head on his shoulder keeping my eyes on the wall, "...more than you think, don't ask me why, I just do, ever since I first meet you I have only wanted to protect you." I stayed quiet not entertaining this charade, "Just want you to know that from henceforth on, I will protect you and my loyalty will only lie with you, princess. Always." I could feel his nose brushing against my forehead as he looked at me, I closed my eyes ignoring him.
He can say whatever he wants, he will not trick me into believing he truly cares.
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Ser Krey set me down once we were in the solar, Enith came out of my chamber with a worried look.
"Princess, you worried me to death, where were you." She asked coming to my side, before grabbing my hand, I glanced at her before looking away and taking my hand from her grasp.
"I'm going to bed." Enith frowned before I walked passed her, I heard whispering behind me but shut it out as I walked into my room.
I put my hand on the side of my belly and climbed onto the bed, I moved the pillow belonging to Aemond behind me as I lay perched there. I patterned my fingers on my belly waiting for Enith knowing she was going to have a lot of questions, I looked to my half-open door when I heard the main door closed and a pad of feet coming my way.
Enith walks in coming over to stand at the end of the bed with her hands clasped together.
"You scared me half to death, you know." She started low," Where did you go, jaenara." She asked, I glanced away from her, I didn't want to talk about it or even think about it, but how could I keep this to myself?
I want to tell her everything but can't, I thought finding out the truth would have made it easy for me not to love aemond. Even though I hated him with every fiber of my being, I still loved him even if he didn't care that I found out about his infidelity.
A storm of emotions swirling inside me, and before I knew it tears welled up in my eyes as my mind played the deep rambling of his laugh through the door. He never laughed around me, he barely even smiled my way, gods why did he marry me, I never did anything to him. It was nice. I was kind to him, was that not enough? What did I have to do to get him to look at me like that or to love me like he did her?
I was given a chance to be with her but he chose to give me more pain, I felt the weight of betrayal and heartbreak crushing me, and I broke down in sobs.
"Oh, my lady." Enith rushed over to me, I covered my face with my hands as I sobbed harder, in an instant I felt Enith wrap me in her embrace, "Please, my lady, tell me what happened. Was it the prince? Did he do something to you?" She accused holding me to her chest.
"He...He..." I couldn't get the words out, it was too painful to say out loud. I felt a rumble in Enith's chest as she growled.
"Curse him. Did he put his hands on you? I swear to gods, I'll kill him if he did, jaenara." I sniff, moving my hand to wipe at my cheek, I shifted so I could look up at Enith with a teary smile.
"I wish I was like you, You are so brave and so fearless." I sniff downcasting, "Maybe, if I was a little bit like you I wouldn't be in this mess." Enith sighs from above before caressing my hair.
"You shouldn't be in this mess in the first place, you deserve better than Aemond. You deserve someone who will love you back unconditionally, not someone who only thinks about themselves." She said softly as her hand moved between my hair and my back, I swallowed moving close to her.
"That's the nicest thing anyone has said to me in a while." Enith chuckles making me join her.
"That's not funny," Enith says.
"I know but it's better to laugh than to cry, right?" Enith hummed.
"Right."
Enith laid her cheek on the top of my head as she started humming, a sweet song that I heard her hum around the solar as she cleaned up. The song was smoothing, and rocked us gently, swaying as I slowly calmed down.
"Are you ready to tell me, what happened, m'lady?" Enith finally asked, I sniff rubbing my eyes before nodding.
Enith pulled back to look at me, her hands were on my forearm, gently massaging them.
"...I woke up alone after aemond put me to bed, I had an inkling at the celebration of why aemond was being distant..." I pressed my lips together feeling them them begin to tremble, "So, I had Ser Krey take me to him and..." I shook my head, thinking couldn't finish the sentence, I heard Enith sigh sadly as she moved her hands to squeeze minds.
"Oh, princess, I'm so sorry you had to find out this way. I truly thought he would have some heart to break it off before the baby came. " Enith says sympathetic.
I nod my head before stopping after realizing what she just said, I look at Enith as she stares at our hands.
"Wait..." Enith looks at me as I take my hands back, "...you knew about her?" I asked, Enith gave me a guilty look, and my heart felt heavy again, "Oh my gods." I whispered, moving away from her and causing Enith to frown.
"Jaenara--"
"How long?" I asked looking down at my covers.
"My lady--" Enith reached her hand out to touch me but I moved further away from her and snapped my eyes at her.
"I said how long," I hissed making Enith look at me with sadness before looking away.
"Since her arrival." My eyes widen, thinking if she was telling the truth that would mean..." You knew for three weeks and didn't tell me." I accused getting off the bed to look at her, Enith looked ashamed.
"It didn't want to overwhelm you with such news--" I let out a bitter laugh.
"Overwhelmed me? Rather than telling me my husband has been fucking some...some harlot this whole time, you thought to keep it a secret." I saw, that everything in my body was shaky I was so mad that she kept this for me.
"I was trying to protect you." Enith defends.
"Protect me! Here I thought it was me. That I did something wrong, that I said something to drive him away. Oh, gods." My hands went into my hair clenching it as I started to pace, "I blamed myself for weeks on end, cried myself to sleep, and you knew the whole time that he has been lying with that woman." I shouted looking back at her, causing her to flinch.
"I'm sorry--" I grabbed the candle holder next to me and threw it across the room making it smash against the mirror in the corner.
"I am sick of hearing that. You are not. None of you are." I cried putting my hands on my chest as everything began to feel too much, "I thought you care about me. Trusted you." I weep.
"I do, m'lady. I do care about you, please you have to understand why I did it." Enith had tears falling down her cheeks, as she got up and made her way around she tried to get me to listen, and I glared at her angrily moving away.
"No! I don't have to listen to you. You don't care about me, you never did you were just another person to keep me under his thumb." Enith shakes her head as she denies my claims, "I don't want to hear it! I want you out of my sight." I screamed.
"Jaenara, please--" Enith begged, I shook my head and covered my ears.
"Get out! Get out! Get out! Get out!" I repeated, "I hate you. I hate you all now. GET OUT." Enith duck as I threw one of my shoes at her.
I march over to her and start pushing her towards the door, as zenith tries to reason with me, I feel a pain in my lower stomach but ignore it.
"I don't ever want to see you again." I gave her one last shove before shutting my door and slamming the lock in place to keep her out.
"Jaenara, please. Don't do this." Enith says, her voice muffled.
I put my back against the door, why was everybody against me, what did I do to deserve this life?
The pain from earlier returns but worse, I moan in pain as I bend over clenching my stomach. When the pain stopped I slowly made my way across the room, but before I could reach my bed another pain shot through me causing me to collapse. I tried to grab onto the settee but my hand slipped against it making me bump my side into the small table, knocking over a vase, causing a glass to break.
"Jaenara? What--What was that?" Enith called through the door, enith pulled at the handle frantically as she called my name again.
I was on my knees when I saw, the spots of blood on my nightgown. I whimper as I realize what is happening, I start to cry out as my body wreck in agony.
"Jaenara, please. Answer me." I only cried out harder in response as my baby tried to come into this world, "Guards! Ser Krey!" I took in deep breath, remembering what my mother did when she went into labor with Joffrey.
I used the little strength I had to crawl onto the settee to sit on the edge, I moaned clenching the cushions before parting my legs. I heard hurried footsteps before I heard Enith yelling, before being calmed down by Ser Krey. I flinch when the door banged as if someone ran into it, I look over at the door weakly as they do it again making the door shake.
I turn away as I suck in deep breaths, the baby was early and it was coming, rather I liked it or not. I lick my dry lips before biting down on my bottom lip, I push as I clench the cushions. I stopped taking a breather for a moment before pushing again, I couldn't help but let out a sharp yell as it felt like my body was being torn apart.
"Hold on, princess!" Ser Krey shouted through the door.
"Ahhh..." I yelled again as I pushed once again.
My legs shook when I felt pressure between them, I moved to drag my gown up over my knees as I got ready to hold my baby. I took in quick breath before pushing again, my painful groans soon turned into screams as I pushed as hard as I could.
My screams mixed with another's as I felt my baby slide out into my hands, I gasped before leaning back on the settee, and I chortled at my baby wailing. He was alive! I brought him closer and used my nightgown to wipe off the blood and grim before gazing at him. I mean her. It was a girl. Aemond wasn't going to be happy about this.
Fuck him.
I don't care if his happy or not, I birth to a girl, my baby girl. My Visenya. I gazed down at her with wonder, she was small but not too small to worry, I brushed my hand over her head caressing it sweetly. I smiled widely when she opened her eyes, I could sense she was wondering where she was as she pulled the cutest face.
"Hello, beautiful." Visenya blinked slowly at me before her little arm reached up.
The door finally barged open making me look over it with frantic eyes, visenya started to cry again at the sudden loud noise. I looked down at her and held her to my chest, rocking her, trying to hush her cries.
"Gods be good." Ser Ashford said by the door.
"Oh, my lady." Enith's voice made me look over at her as she collapsed by my side.
"I'm calling her, Visenya," I said making Enith look from the baby to me, she gave a teary smile.
"A perfect name for the perfect baby." I smiled at that before looking down at my baby, "...jaenara, I am sorry for not telling you, I just...I just didn't want to stress you or baby, you have to understand that." I sigh moving my thumb to caress Visenya's cheek.
Before I was angry, mostly at aemond, and I took it out on Enith. I understand. If she had told me weeks ago, I'd probably have done what she said, stress myself out by putting me and my baby in harm's way. She was right to keep it from me, even though deep down I wish I knew, so I didn't have to waste time worrying about aemond and focus on getting him back.
"Thank you..." I look at her, "...I'm sorry too." Enith smiles at me before maester orwyle comes around.
"We must check the babe, princess." I looked at him warily, keeping a secure hand on my baby's back, "I promise you will get her back once you all rested up." I frown as he nears with wetnurses and servants, he takes a vial out of his robe with a milky substance in it, "...for the pain." He says handing it over to Enith, there was a stir in my gut that was telling me not to give him my baby,
"It's okay." I look at Enith, and she smiles at me making me feel less worried, "I'll be with her the whole time, and once you wake we will be the first you see." Enith held out the vial for me, I was hesitant for a minute before taking the vial out of her hand.
Enith gently grabbed the baby from me, and my heart clenched as Visenya let out a whimper. I watched as Enith stood up and followed maester Oswyle, soon Ser Krey came to stand by my side.
"Do you need help getting up, my lady?" I look at him before turning to watch Enith and the maester walk out of the room.
"No...I-I got it." I used the arm of the settee to get up, and Ser Krey's hand shot up to catch my arm before I stumbled. He removed his hand once I was steady, he put one arm around my waist as the other held my left hand, and he helped me to my bed.
I wince as I climb up on the bed with little assistance from Ser Krey, I settle against the headboard as Krey puts the covers over my middle.
"Don't forget your medicine, my lady." Krey says finally stepping back to look at me, I nod my head looking down at the vial in my hand, "You were so brave, princess." He says making me look at him, "I'm happy you okay." I hummed before looking at the vial.
"Thank you," I mumbled, I twisted the vial in my hand as I made Krey step away from my bed.
I sigh before uncorking the vial, I look over at the open door before turning my attention back to the vial. I took a deep breath before taking a sip of the poppy's milk, the taste was odd, I corked in the vial and set it on the side table. I sigh again, looking up at the ceiling, my body hurts but not as much as it did when I was pushing Visenya out. I squeeze my eyes shut before opening them, feeling them grow heavy, I blink up at the ceiling of my bed, focusing on the pattern of the fabric.
Slowly I could feel myself drifting off, the sounds around growing muffled, as I shut my eyes just to rest them for a few. The last thing I heard before I fell into a deep slumber, was a feminine voice that sounded gentle but slight edge.
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What To Expect When You're Not Expecting (3)
Chris Evans x Black (pregnant) Female Reader
Summary: It's no secret that Chris wants to be a daddy. He's said it in many different interviews and blogs before. He just never expected the mother of his child to be someone he didn't know, let alone fuck.
Warnings: 18+ angst, mentions of alcohol abuse and cheating/ malpractice, talk of abortions!
Note: If this gets a few hits and is well received I can make it a mini-series. If not I'll leave it one and done.
Edit: To my surprise, many of you like this and asked me to continue, here's the second part and a tag list to join! I'm trying to start my blog up so this really helps!
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(the reader is about two and a half months at this point)
Another school week had come to a close and you still hadn't been able to have a proper meal without the aid of ginger ale by your side. your advanced placement section had just left, and most of the high school was clearing out or joining their afterschool activities. You sighed packing your books and laptop away in your tote bag. Before you could shut off your desktop you heard a soft knock on your door.
You turned around and saw Aria Evans standing in your doorway with her basketball uniform on. She was not only brilliant at academics but in sports as well. Basketball in the fall, soccer in the spring. She was guaranteed to get into a stunning university.
"Aria.' You smiled. "Is everything alright?"
"Yeah, I, um, I was just checking in on you. You know, from a few weeks ago." Her eyes wandered to your stomach which had started to grow at this point causing you to wrap your arms around yourself.
"I'm fine Aria, thank you." You smiled softly.
"Do you know who my uncle is?" She blurted.
you looked down at your shoes, you turned, and finished packing your bag. "No." You lied.
"I don't mean to be in your business, but I overheard my mom and him talking.' She played with the hem of her uniform. "I just wanted to know if it was true."
You sucked in a deep breath, shaking as you expelled it through your nose. "Aria, is this really an appropriate question for you to be asking me?"
"No, I guess not.' She kissed her teeth, walking towards your door. "I just thought you'd be honest is all."
You turned around to face her. "What is there to be honest about if you already know?" You dropped your arms letting your growing belly be on display.
Aria shook her head and pushed open your classroom doors, disappearing into the hallway. You sighed, throwing your hands over your face. Now that a teenager knew your secret you were certain everyone would soon after.
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Chris was still shocked you had agreed to get coffee with him after last week's fiasco. This time he wanted it to be just the two of you. No managers, no lawyers, no drama—hopefully.
Chris had gotten a small corner of the cafe for you two to occupy. Now all he had to do was wait for you. it hadn't been long until he saw you walk in. You had your phone in your hand and you were bundled up in scarfs and a long coat, sporting a pair of boots that made your frame look slimmer.
You looked around the cafe obviously looking for him. He took the liberty to bring you to your table. Chris walked over to you and placed a gently hand on your elbow.
“Hi.” He said, a smile could be captured from underneath his Boston baseball cap.
“Hi.” You picked off a curl that hand stuck onto your lipgloss.
Chris smiled softly at you. “We’re over here.’ He felt you stiffen. “By we’re, I mean you and I.” He reassured.
“Right.’ You chuckled softly, following behind him.
“I didn’t know what you’d like. So I left the menu for you.” Chris groaned, sitting down.
“Probably just a ginger ale. I can’t stomach much else.” You explained, feeling a gaging sensation even now.
“That bad, huh?” He asked, feeling bad for you.
“Mhm.’ You nodded, focused on finding a waitress before you puked everywhere.
“Have you told anybody?” Chris sipped on his coffee that was already running cold.
“What?” You turned to look at him.
“About the pregnancy.’ He sat his cup down gently. “I wouldn’t want you going through it alone.”
“Um.’ You coughed to keep your vomit at bay. “Just my best friend Vada. My sister is at LSU, and my mom.’ You paused, not ready to go that deep with Chris yet. “Just my best friend.”
“But I know you’ve told people.” You said finally flagging down a waitress, begging for a bottle of ginger ale.
“How do you know that?” Chris’s eyes bunched together.
You pushed your lips together making them turn white, before opening them to speak. “I teach your niece aria. Don’t get me wrong, she’s a joy and one of my brightest student’s. But she did ask me if I was pregnant by you the other day.”
“God.” Chris shook his head. “I’m sorry about her, she must have heard me and my sister talking.”
“It’s fine.’ You smiled shortly, downing your first sip of ginger ale. “So what did you want to talk about?’ You burped. “Sorry.”
Chris stifled a laugh. “Just the baby, I suppose.” Chris had so much he wanted to talk about, but he wanted to take it slow with you. He could tell you were still holding back.
“What about the baby?” You asked, finally not feeling goosebumps when you said that word. You were finally bonding with your little ball of a mistake and you kind of liked it—just hoped it would stop making you sick.
“Well maybe we should set up an ultrasound, and get you some prenatal vitamins. Maybe even a home birth nurse, and a doula for after you give birth.” Chris rambled.
You took a sip of your ginger ale, laughing as your lips attached to the bottle. “Someone did their research.’ You chuckled, Chris doing the same. “I just can’t afford those things and I’m already paying high insurance for something unrelated.’ You sighed. “Let’s just start at the ultrasounds and store bought prenatal vitamins—and I’ll only have pizza twice a week.”
Chris looked you up and down, you really didn’t even think of him as an option in getting you those things. He wanted the two of you to be a team on this. He needed you to know you can trust him and he wants the best for you and his baby.
“Well, I mean I could always pay for it.’ Chris took a sip of his coffee, his blue eyes staring at you through the heat that seeped from his cup.
“Ha.’ You snorted. “That’s some really expensive stuff.’ You pulled out your phone typing away. “A doula alone is anywhere from eight hundred to twelve hundred a night.” You shook your head.
“Well I’m not on a regular salary.” He said.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” You folded your arms.
Chris sat his cup down, and leaned back spreading his arms on the cushion of the couch. “Just means if we want something for our baby, I can get it.” He said, with a rough low voice. “You’re just gonna have to trust me.”
“We’ll see.’ You said, looking him up and down. “I’ll set an ultrasound for next weekend, with my new gynecologist by the way.” You rolled you eyes. “Have you done anything with Perez yet? I can’t afford to.”
“My teams working on something, she’ll get what’s coming for her. We’ll cover your butt too so don’t worry about it.” Chris said, not wanting you to stress about it.
“Right.’ You finished your bottle.
The moment got quiet for you and Chris and the air around you began to thicken as he stared at you with those ocean eyes. Reading you. Studying you. You shifted uncomfortably coughing and moving your eyes from his direct line of sight.
He spoke. “Do you still have the pills?”
You knew this question was coming. You knew how much Chris wanted this, how obviously he feared with one choice it could be over for him. It was your turn to read Chris and he looked worried, every part of his firm body softened praying your truth matched his want—his hope.
You swallowed, tucking your lips inward. “I flushed them.” You admitted.
You could hear Chris audibly gasp, it was a sound of relief. “Why?” He asked, feeling his hope rising as you spoke.
You sighed, crossing your legs the tip of your boot touching his knee cap. “Because I want this.”
Chris smiled brightly, almost too brightly. God, he wanted to hug you. But he wouldn’t. It felt like something he could maybe sneak in after you had given birth. But for now the relationship still felt professional.
“I’m so glad to here you say that.” His smile still visible under his hat.
“You really want kids?” You asked him.
“A big Boston family.” He said.
“Well I’m only giving you one, so cherish it.” You laughed a bit.
“Right.’ Chris laughed along. “And you?”
“Hm?’ You tilted your head to the side.
“Want any kids?” He asked.
“No, but I guess I do now.” You smiled somberly, rubbing your growing belly.
Chris sat up looking down at your sweater covered womb. He almost reached for it, but he didn’t want to violate. “May I?” He blurted.
Your eyes went wide. Did you let him touch you? You almost wanted to say no. But this was his child too. “Yes.” You said hesitantly.
Chris’s hand reached out slowly toward yours belly, as he gently placed it onto you lower abdomen. He couldn’t feel much physically— but spiritually he felt his child and he loved their first touch. He smiled as his eyes watered. Chris was really going to be a daddy.
“You can’t feel much yet.” You said, looking down at Chris’s large hand.
“I know. It’s firm though.” He moved his hand.
“It isn’t always like that, so I guess that’s something.”
“Why do you touch it? Your belly?” He asked.
You were starting to notice that Chris was full of questions. “Just a comfort, knowing I’m not all alone anymore. Someone’s here with me.” You were honest.
Chris nodded and the room fell silent again for you two. Mostly because there was so much both of you wanted to say but were just to afraid to say, and you’d already rested enough water for today it felt.
“I’m going to order my Uber.” You spoke up, breaking the ice.
“Uber?” Chris asked. “I can drive you.”
“No, no.’ You waved him off. “It’s fine.”
“Y/n,” Chris placed his warm hand on your knee it jump slightly. “I insist, Ubers aren’t safe anyways.”
“You don’t live too far from here anyways.” He said.
Your eyebrows furrowed. “How do you know where I live?” You lowered your phone.
Chris’s eyes went wide. Embarrassed he had let that slip. “Well when I needed to find you I hired a private investigator and I guess he went really private.” He said watching your face fold in confusion.
“You hired someone to find me?” You stood up, trying to keep your voice to a minimum.
Chris stood up too. “Well yes, how else could I have found you.” He justified.
“I’m gonna wait for my uber outside.” You shook your head, tucking your coat to your body.
Chris rolled his eyes. Boy you were a stubborn one. He followed after you catching the door you had slammed, not knowing if it was intentional or not.
“Hey,’ he jogged toward you. “Y/n, cancel it.” He sighed, holding his hands on his hips.
“Why?” You asked, not looking at him.
“Because I’m taking you home.” He pushed his Audis keys making the car light up from across the parking lot.
“You don’t have to take care about me because I’m pregnant.” You said, shoving a piece of spearmint gum into your mouth.
“I do care about you.”
You laughed, popping a bubble with your gum. “You don’t even know me.”
“Maybe I want to get to know you.’ He said, rolling his keys in his hands.
You let another bubble pop, looking him up and down. God he was mulish. “Fine.”
“Fine what?” Chris almost grinned.
“Fine you can’t take me home.”
Chris smiled. “Perfect.”
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The ride had been quiet so far, neither of you know what to say to feel the void. Honestly your Uber would have been more enjoyment than this. You had to say his car did drive nicely, and was oddly clean.
You snickered as you looked out the passenger window, the Boston trees morphing from their summer shades to their fall ones.
“What’s so funny.” Chris asked.
“You.”
Chris looked over at you for a brief moment before focusing back on the rode. “And how am I funny, Ms. Y/n?”
“Your car, it’s just really clean.’ You picked the fuzz off your cardigan. “Does someone do it for you?”
Chris laughed, fixing his baseball cap on his head. “What you think I can’t clean my own car?”
“No, it just looks really clean, like really clean.” You expressed
“And your car isn’t?”
“I don’t have a car.”
Chris frowned. “Oh, I didn’t realize.”
“Wouldn’t call an Uber if u had one.”
“Maybe I can help you with that.” Chris coughed, rubbing the back of his neck.
The car stopped at a red light and so did you heart. This was exactly what you didn’t want to happen. Chris get whim off your financial short comings and wanting to fix everything for you. You didn’t need his help with anything but the baby.
“I can manage.” You grumbled, crossing your arms.
Chris sighed. “I didn’t mean it like that.” He rubbed a hand over his full beard. “I just meant I want to help out where I can.”
“I’ve been saving up from my other job for a while now.’ You said. “No need.”
Chris’s eyes bunched together. When him and his p.i had worked together they hadn’t found you had another job. And they out found almost everything about you. “You have another job besides teaching?” He turned into your small apartment complex.
“Yeah.” You felt the car jolt as he put it into park.
“Where? If you don’t mind me asking.” He turned his body slightly towards you.
You gathered your purse, pushing open his door. “A bar in downtown Boston. I work Saturday and Sunday nights.”
“Why?”
You laughed, holding your belly as you swung out of his low seating car. “Because not all of us can be multimillionaire actors like you.”
Chris swallowed hard. “Right. Well can you text me when you set the appointment, I want to be there.” Chris smiled.
You nodded. “Thank you.’ You said, fumbling with your keys. “For the ride.”
“Anytime.” He smiled. Watching you as you unlocked the door and entered the complex.
Chris released a heavy breath putting his car in drive and pulling off. He hated that you were working two jobs and had no car. He knew it wasn’t his place but he wanted your pregnancy to be comfortable and smooth sailing. Not filled with stress, he wanted to do something for you— a nice jester, he just hoped you didn’t take it wrong.
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Made some custom Mother 3 sprites of Khrissy and Co.! This was really fun to make!
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