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He never thought he had what it took to be a dad

I mean, he never had a good example growing up. Why would he be a good one if he had no base to go off of?

You two agreed very early in the relationship

No kids.

He had a long day at work the day you told him you were pregnant

Well, you didn’t really tell him. More of he observed

Bradley opened the bathroom to take a piss after a long day of flying and found you curled up in the bathtub surrounded by tests and in shock

Almost went into shock himself at the sight

This was definitely not planned

But he got right in the empty tub with you and held you until the two of you could come up with words

yes this tub was large. think sims 4 corner tub. what i’m imagining 💀 irrelevant anyways…

There was a conversation on whether you would keep it or not

You cried and apologized profusely to him

How could you have been so stupid? You should have kept up to date with your birth control expiration date

And he quickly rejected those apologies

Both parties were at fault

Morning sickness is a lie

Late afternoon sickness is what’s real

Without fail Bradley would find you vomiting or with a bowl or looking close to death whenever he would come home

The first trimester was always the worst, that part was true

And when the bump started forming it freaked you out

“Look babe!” you said, stretching your stomach out as far as you could then back in as much as you could

“Gonna give the kid whiplash,” Bradley sighed

The excitement slowly pent up day by day

Even if it was small feeling of excitement, you were beginning to believe that this maybe wasn’t the worst thing in the world

Of course when everyone on the team found out they went ballistic

“Didn’t know you had it in you Bradshaw,” Hangman said, congratulating Rooster and giving him a slap on the shoulder

Too many Aunts and Uncles to count

And Grandpa Mav

He wasn’t too keen about that one

Bob’s mom had even sent up some soup from you, all the way from Texas

Baby flight suits. That’s it

Oh, and the booties too

How could I forget the booties?

A stupid “Baby on Board” tee for you

The realization that Bradley might be gone when you go into labor

Oh shit

Going into labor

Alone

You didn’t want to worry him so you kept the thoughts to yourself

But he could never do that, right?

I mean obviously he wouldn’t leave his heavily pregnant wife by choice

But the Navy calls

You kept getting flashbacks on how your honeymoon in Greece got cut short because they needed him for an emergency mission

Sitting alone on the warm beach

But this time you wouldn’t be alone. You would have someone else with you

Speaking of that someone else, you and Bradley had no patience when it came to the gender

You two ripped that sucker open in the car right after you left the ultrasound appointment

BOY!

You personally didn’t care about the gender

But Bradley was sweating

He now has a son

The realization hit him hard one night

He cried in your arms for hours realizing that he is now going to do what his father wasn’t able to.

Stupid name suggestions

You had just bought yourself a fresh 2022’s best baby names book

So it was obviously filled with tradgedeighs

“Jemisyn? Y/N, do you hear how stupid that sounds? The Y? Why can’t we just name him something normal like…”

“Patch? Now your fucking with me,” he said, yelling at you from the kitchen

“No kid of mine is going to be named fuckin Patch.”

“Then what do you think?” you asked, joining him on the couch

“I dunno! Something normal.”

“What is something normal you recommend?” you ask with a slight annoyance to your tone

Bradley scanned his now conveniently empty brain for any name

Any male name

Any day now, brain

His eyes scanned around the room for something to say for a response. His eyes fell to the bookshelf

The biography of JFK he finished reading last night was poking slightly out of place with the rest of the book’s spines lines up neatly

“…Jack,”

Silence sit amongst the two of you

“Deal.”

And of course when you told the team Hangman had a field day

“Jack? Jake? You practically named the kid after me.”

The baby’s bedroom was a mess

You struggled getting anything together

And whenever you had the energy, Bradley was always working

He tried his best to help but his schedule always seemed to get in the way

Maverick sent over his new… fling? girlfriend? who knows. anyways he sent over his Penny.

And she was the sweetest

She put together the crib in less than an hour

And her cooking? don’t even get me started

She knew all the pregnancy secrets and hacks you needed desperately

The nursery was painted a pale darker toned shade of blue

The light wood crib sat under the wood wall carving of his full name

Jack Goose Bradley

Yes you named your baby after your husband’s deceased father’s callsign

Yes the average person would be concerned that you named your child after an asshole of an animal

Yes the middle name may be a tragedeigh to others

But it held a special meaning in your husbands heart, and now yours

It definitely felt sweet for Mav too

His best friend’s legacy was moving on

Towards the end of your pregnancy you just worried

And worried

And worried

So much that they put you on bedrest

And that set Bradley off

What wasn’t he doing? The man blamed himself and constantly kept trying to make things better

And he waited on you hand and foot

And if he couldn’t be there he would make sure someone was, or was either a phone call away

And why were you worrying?

You wanted your husband to be there when you gave birth

No, you needed your husband to be there when you gave birth

Many strict texts to Maverick to absolutely make sure nothing is happening the week your due

The month your due was pushing it apparently.

The child was perfect because he was born right on time

Right on schedule, right on his due date

You felt the first contraction when you were asleep

Honestly you thought it was Bradley’s knee pushing into your back

But then it started to burn

With some loud “Fucks!” and moaning Bradley woke up and knew

The bags were thrown in the Bronco, and if you didn’t warn him to slow down you would have been thrown in too

The man drove to the hospital like he was drunk and on a variety of drugs

The rush of him speeding though honestly got your adrenaline pumping and unintentionally numbed some of the pain

And of course it was the base hospital

Closest one available, duh

You demanded the epidural right away

When the epidural was taking a bit longer than expected to come another contraction hit

Maybe it’s a myth that you get unbelievably horny in labor, but seeing your hot military husband demand help for you and yell just did something right

But that quickly left when they pulled out the big ass needle

“I don’t want it I don’t want it please no, Bradley don’t make me get it!” you begged, huddling against him in the hospital beds as him and the nurses tried to hold you down

“I swear to god Y/N, not the time. You’ll thank me 1000% later.”

And he was right

You pushed all night and into the morning

This fucker was like his dad. Big ass head

You could swear you heard it rip

Even though the doctors said there was minimal damage even with the head size

Bradley was at your shoulders the whole time

And he looked. Of course he did

“You know, after this it’s gonna be like throwing a hotdog down a hallway.” he whispered in your ear

“Not the time, Bradshaw.”

“Hotdog down a hallway,” he laughed to himself, texting the crew updates

You were almost done. Your body was almost out of energy

Like I said, the child was perfect

Jack was born around 6 am just before you were about to pass out

Take it how you want but he was born a Gemini

And he had his daddy’s eyes

He came out screaming at the top of his lungs

You were too afraid to hold him, Bradley had to help you hold him to your chest because you were shaking

Mommy and Daddy :)

Sleep was amazing

You were eager to see your little boy but you were exhausted

When you woke up you found Bradley holding your little boy against his chest staring out into the ocean

“And then we’re going to watch football games together and swim in the pool and i’m gonna bring you to work and show you to all my friends and… I dunno little man. But I do know we’re going to be best friends.”

Bradley almost dying when his son grabbed his finger for the first time

“Look! Y/N do you see? Are you seeing this? Our son is a genius.”

“I’m pretty sure all babies do this, Bradley.”

“Shut up let me have my moment,”

Jack was practically a carbon copy of Bradley

You grew him, birthed him, and now have all the repercussions of having him just for him to look nothing like you

Mav visiting you in the hospital

“God that poor kid looks just like his dad,”

After your first week at home you decided it was time you would allow Bradley to bring the baby into his work

You decided to surprise him at lunch

You had brought Bradley his favorite (Homemade Spaghetti) and got special access in the building from Maverick

The plan was spoiled though when Bradley walked in on Maverick showing Jack old pictures on the wall of his grandpa

Training had ended earlier

“Quality time with grandpa, huh?”

For the record, Mav HATED Grandpa Maverick

Everyone silently stood around the baby’s car seat and watched him sleep

Giving Friends when Ben was born

Immediately given the honorary callsign “Little Man” by his father

“I didn’t know such a cute little baby could look so much like his ugly dad!” Hangman snickered

“Watch it Seresin,” Rooster snapped back

When Bradley came home the house was oddly quiet

With a new baby, there was always some sort of crying

From the baby or his mama

He opened your bedroom door to find you with him asleep on your chest

His little hand was gripping the strap of your tank top

Bradley softly scooted next to you in bed

The sun was beginning to set and the ocean softly crashed against the sand in your backyard. A cool breeze swung in from your open window

“Im glad we did this,” he whispered in your ear

“Me too,”

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The Younger Kind Part 55 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Bradley can't get enough of the adrenaline rush that is accompanying his special mission, but he has reached the point where the excitement doesn't outweigh his desire to return home. Every day feels the same for you, until one of them starts to feel much worse.

Warnings: mentions of blood, pregnancy topics, potential pregnancy complications, swearing, angst, fluff, and age gap (18+)

Length: 4300 words

Pairing: Single dad!Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x babysitter!female reader

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Every day was the same now. Every morning started out with a hopeful feeling in your chest. Your engagement ring was still noticeable on your finger, although you figured that would fade with time as it became a permanent fixture. At first, you woke up to the delicious feeling of being pregnant and engaged to Bradley, but when you rolled over to reach for him, the rest of the bed was cold. The covers were untouched. His pillow was still in the exact same place you left it when you made the bed yesterday.

Tears stung at your eyes. You knew exactly how many days he had been gone, because the updated number was practically all you could think about. The days had become a week. Then two. And now that hopeful feeling was starting to vanish only to be replaced by dread almost immediately after you cracked your eyes open.

You whispered, "I miss you," and climbed out of bed without even looking at the vacant side now. You started to dress in your scrubs without a smile on your face, and then you went into the bathroom which was completely silent. You thought that if you just had an inkling, the barest idea of when Bradley might be returning, you'd feel much better, but you had no clue.

You and Noah had only had one brief conversation with him over the phone. The connection had been pretty bad, and you knew someone was sitting right there with him monitoring every single word. He'd told you that much before his personal phone had been taken away from him the day he arrived. You had to pause as you put toothpaste on your toothbrush, because the tears were going to start if you didn't get yourself under control. 

Bradley had hung up a few post-it notes around the house for you and Noah to find. Most of them were reminders of how much he loved you, but the one on the bathroom mirror took your breath away every time you saw it. It said April 25th with a heart around it. And above that'd, he'd drawn a crown. The fact that you had no idea how much of your pregnancy he was going to miss threw you off every single time. You ran your fingers over the note, but you didn't move it.

"Mommy?" Noah called out, and you heard him jump down from his bed. It was so obvious how much he missed his dad; he was extra clingy with you right now, even shedding a few tears now when you tried to drop him off before you went to work each day.

"I'm in the bathroom," you called out as best you could with your toothbrush still in your mouth. You opened the door so he could come in with you, and he immediately wrapped his arms around your thigh.

"Is it daycare today?"

You spit out the toothpaste and rinsed your mouth. "Yes, Sweet Noah. You have daycare today."

"I want to go to the park with you and Daddy."

That sounded so perfect, you wanted to scream. "As soon as Daddy comes home, we can all spend a whole day at the park. But not today." You didn't even want to tell him that you had to work an extra hour and a half and as a result would be picking him up later than usual. You agreed to cover some extra shifts all week long even though you were tired enough that you'd been passing out in bed right after Noah went to sleep each night. 

When he sniffed and looked up at you with watery eyes, you could barely handle it. Bradley had been gone for less than three weeks, but you were already getting a little desperate. You knew you would feel like a failure if you reached out for help at this point, even though Natasha and Penny had both been texting with you to check in. Bradley even had Tracy emailing you in case you needed anything, and you couldn't decide whether you had to make more friends to get him off your back or simply be appreciative that he cared enough to set things up.

"I know," you whispered to Noah, running your fingers through his soft curls. "But we can make ants on logs later. And we can take Skittles for a nice walk." When you said her name, the pup appeared in the bathroom doorway, her brown eyes also a little sad without her favorite person at home.

"I'm hungry," Noah murmured against your scrub pants. You bent to scoop him up into your arms and carried him to the kitchen where you got breakfast ready for everyone. It was going to be a long day for you, and you'd been so wrapped up in your feelings, you almost forgot you were going to have to see Casey. 

You groaned at the thought of her, and you immediately lost your appetite and scraped your eggs into the dish on the floor for Skittles to enjoy. After you packed yourself a lunch and got Noah ready, you realized you were kind of running late. Everything felt ten times harder when you had to do it all yourself. 

"I don't know how Bradley managed," you whispered as you zipped down the block in your car. A soft smile played at your lips as you thought back to how adorably hopeless he had been when you first met him. He hadn't eaten a good meal in probably months before you started babysitting Noah for him. At least he could cook a little bit now, even if he still couldn't figure out how to use his phone. 

When you took Noah inside his daycare, Casey's eyes were immediately glued to your ring as it shone in the sunlight. She slid the clipboard to you and watched you sign Noah in while you held his hand. Then you knelt down and kissed his cheek and whispered, "I'll pick you up later. I love you."

He smiled, and then you let Casey walk him inside. You stood there long enough to make sure he started to hang up his bag like you always did, and when she walked back out into the lobby, she was smirking. "Did Bradley leave you? He hasn't been here in weeks."

You rolled your eyes as you said, "He's deployed. We've been over this before."

She held up her hands in mock surrender. "I'm just saying, it kind of looks like he left you and Noah in the dust."

"In what world would that man leave Noah?" you practically shouted. 

"That's true," she replied with a smile. "Bradley would never leave his adorable son, but I could see him ditching you and your make believe baby."

You rubbed your temples and took your phone out of your pocket to check the time. You'd barely make it to work before the first patient if you didn't leave right now, but you couldn't help yourself. "I'm done, Casey. I've had enough. Which of the owners is here today? Because I'm not going to listen to you talk to me like this for one more minute."

Her face went ghostly white and she muttered something that you couldn't quite make out. "Speak up," you snapped. "Or apologize to me and don't bother talking to me again unless it's completely necessary."

"Sorry."

"Great," you told her loudly. "Have a great day, and when I pick Noah up later, just keep your mouth shut."

You took in the stupid looking expression on her face before you turned to leave, storming out the door and across the parking lot to your car.

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It didn't take Bradley long to get used to the sleek controls and seductive design of the sixth-generation fighter jet that everyone appropriately referred to as Shadowhawk. By the second morning on base in Yokosuka, Admiral Palmer was singing Bradley's praises. He showed up early and did as he was told, hoping to spend as much time in the air as he could each day.

It was an adrenaline rush every single time. He was going substantially faster than he ever did in a Super Hornet, and all of his readouts were being recorded. He had to pass a quick physical and stress test every morning before he was allowed to fly, and then he was hooked up to monitoring equipment and let loose. He and Shadowhawk were flying the same loop far out over the pacific ocean at insanely high altitudes, and each time he fell a little bit more in love with being in the air. He could maneuver through rolls and dive into an attack formation faster than he could even imagine. 

When he was flying, it was easy enough to focus on the task at hand. He knew if he wasn't one hundred percent focused, it would be dangerous. He might not snuff out the launched missile in time with his flares or his guns. He might lose sight of his targets. But as soon as he had any sort of mental reprieve, he was thinking about you and Noah and Skittles and his bungalow tucked away on a side street in Coronado.

"Fuck," he muttered as he unloaded from Shadowhawk one day just as the sun was setting. He was drenched in sweat and exhausted, and all he could think about was taking a shower with you before dragging himself off to his king size bed that always smelled like wildflowers and falling asleep in your arms. He let the peripheral staff detach all of the cables and heart monitor from his flight suit before he found an officer who spoke English. "Is there time for me to make a phone call tonight?" he asked. 

It was about three o'clock in the morning in California, and he knew he wouldn't be able to talk to Noah, but he was dying to hear your voice. He knew he'd wake you up, but the ache was so strong, he absolutely needed to if he could. He'd been allowed to make exactly one call so far, and that was already more than two weeks ago.

All he got in response to his question was a quick shake of his head. "Tomorrow," she responded. That's what they told him every day. The lack of communication felt like a prison sentence at times, but there wasn't much he could do but accept it. All of the data they were collecting as well as Shadowhawk itself were considered proprietary and top secret. He practically had to sign his life away every day before he was allowed to touch the thing.

"Tomorrow," he repeated. "But will it actually be tomorrow? Or does that mean a week from now?"

"Tomorrow," she said more firmly, and he thanked her quietly before heading up to the tower to debrief with the admirals. There wasn't much else he could do.

The next day was a lot more of the same, and the routine was starting to grate on his nerves now. The aircraft still felt incredible, beyond his wildest dreams. He was still happy to be here, but at the same time, he was ready to go home now. They weren't giving him any updates on the progress of this assignment or when it might end, so he just decided to approach Admiral Palmer directly.

"Sir, I'd really appreciate a ten minute phone call, if that can be arranged." Once again, it was the middle of the night for you, but Bradley needed it.

The older man eyed him closely and cleared his throat. "It's a liability, Lieutenant. I'm sure you can understand that."

Bradley felt his fingers flex into fists at his sides. "Sir, someone would be monitoring me the entire time. And I'm just asking to talk to my fiancée and my son. That's it. Any time of any day."

The answer of, "There's no guarantee," did not sit well with Bradley. He had to bite his lip until he was tasting blood to keep himself from talking out of order, but he was sure the other man could read the frustration on his face and in his posture. "Maybe a very brief call, but we could be wrapping up our preliminary testing on Shadowhawk any day now. Either way, I'm sure you'll be able to finish out this temporary assignment like a professional."

Bradley swallowed down every retort that came to his mind, saluted Admiral Palmer, and left for his tiny room in the barracks. But another week passed, and Bradley knew there was no end in sight. And perhaps no phone call either. 

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"Is this normal though?" you asked Natasha over the phone one night after Noah was in bed. You'd thought about taking a long bath, but you were so tired from working late almost every day, you could barely hold yourself up. You were already in bed at 8:45 with your phone pressed to your ear. "I haven't heard from Bradley in almost a month."

The words made a lump form in your throat. It was actually twenty-two and a half days since he'd called. You needed to hear his voice. Noah was asking for him nonstop, and he had missed your most recent checkup with your obstetrician. The whole thing had been such a blur during your lunch break without him there, and you wanted to show him the new ultrasounds.

"Well, I don't think this assignment is exactly normal, you know?" she replied. "On a regular deployment, you'd be able to talk to him almost weekly. But this is something else altogether."

You made a soft sound. There had to be a way to make the time pass faster. If you didn't have to get Noah by six o'clock every day, you would try to pick up more hours at work. Maybe this weekend you could start cleaning up the extra bedroom that you and Bradley decided would become the nursery. You already promised Noah that you'd take him shopping for a Halloween costume, so at least that would entertain him for a little while. 

"Thanks, Natasha," you murmured to Bradley's best friend.

"Hey, if you need a little break this weekend, I'd be more than happy to come over and play with Noah on Saturday or Sunday," she said, and you sighed in relief.

"That actually sounds fantastic. I'll call you."

You ended the call a minute later, curling up in a ball of exhaustion as you tried to imagine where Bradley was and what he was doing. You were tired now as you tried to do the math to determine what time it was in Japan. Was he sixteen hours ahead of you? Something like that? You yawned and fell asleep with your phone on the pillow next to your head.

Then you heard your ringtone blaring in your ear, and you almost fell out of the bed as you realized your phone was so close to you. RESTRICTED CALLER. "Oh my god," you gasped, trying to answer the call while you saw that your battery was down to four percent because you never plugged it in. "Bradley?!"

"Princess."

"Bradley!" You climbed out of bed, your body immediately shivering as you were exposed to the cool air. Your nerves were frayed as you plugged your phone in and asked, "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, Baby. I'm so sorry I woke you up."

"It's okay!" you said, your voice sounding more like a sob as you sat on the floor. "I've been so worried about you."

His voice was a deep, familiar rumble as he said, "I've got five minutes. Tell me everything."

"We miss you, Daddy," you said, rubbing your hand low on your belly which was starting to feel a little tender as you got closer to thirteen weeks along. "Noah asks for you all the time. The baby looked good at the last appointment. But your best friend, Skittles, is barely holding it together."

"I missed your appointment," he said, his voice strained with emotion. "I should have been there."

"It's okay," you whispered. "We're doing okay." But you weren't. You and Noah thrived when you had his attention. You felt loved when he was home to hold you and whisper plans about the future until you fell asleep each night. "I just thought you'd be able to call more often."

"Me too," he said in a tone that sounded both annoyed and resigned.

"Do you know when you'll be home?" you asked in as hopeful a voice as you could manage.

"Soon, Princess. Soon. Now tell me everything about your appointment."

You gave him more details as you shifted around on the floor, and you told him that Noah painted a picture for him. Then you heard someone on his end of the call telling him that it was time to go, and you wanted to scream that it wasn't enough. But instead you let the tears fall down your cheeks, thankful that you at least knew he was safe. 

"I love you, Bradley."

"I love you too, Princess. I'll be home before you know it."

You dried your tears and climbed back into bed, and even though you weren't able to fall asleep again, you felt so much better. Your imagination drifted to thoughts of the baby in the nursery, all of you curled up on the floor for story time together. You would start getting the room ready this weekend.

On Saturday, you took Noah to the Halloween warehouse store that seemed to pop up overnight. "You have to hold my hand," you reminded him as he reached for every single display in the crowded store. There were so many aisles, this would probably take up your entire morning with him. He was keeping a running list of options that he liked for trick-or-treating, and you had to keep reminding yourself not to check the price tags. You'd put whatever he wanted on your princess credit card and call it a day.

"Mommy, let's all be dinosaurs," he said, pointing to a costume in his size. 

You glanced around the area and said, "They don't have any in my size. Can we pick something else?"

"I want you and Daddy to dress up, too," he whined, and you didn't want to have to tell him that you weren't sure if Bradley would be home in the next week and a half to accommodate that wish. 

"Well, I will definitely dress up with you, okay? Let's pick something out where you and I can match."

But he wasn't going to be deterred. He was demanding that all three of you match along with Skittles. You walked around the entire store twice before you found an option that he agreed upon, and you were smiling as you gathered the costumes in all of the necessary sizes. "This is perfect, Sweet Noah," you said as you looked at the costume for Bradley and laughed. You just hoped he would be back in time to wear it. If not, maybe you could ask Maverick. 

The sky was starting to look overcast, so you took Noah home for lunch and didn't feel too bad about keeping him inside for the afternoon, especially when it started raining. You set him up with his array of coloring books at the kitchen table and then went to investigate the extra bedroom. Nobody ever slept in there, so it was a bit dusty. There was basically no furniture besides the bed and an old desk, but it was cozy and perfect for what you had planned. 

Your muscles were sore from standing at work, and you were so tired, but you started moving the bed anyway. You'd have to tell Dr. Kelly and the others that you were pregnant soon. It was time now, but you kept putting it off, enjoying the secret that only you and Bradley really knew about. Plus it still got under your skin a little bit when you considered that other people would have a knee jerk reaction to the timeframe of when you got engaged compared to when you got pregnant. 

"It's none of their business," you whispered to yourself as you walked to the kitchen to check on Noah every few minutes. Then you went back to the bedroom and cleaned, moved things around and took measurements. "How big are cribs, anyway?" you mused before looking up some dimensions online. "Pretty big." 

It took some creativity, but you thought you'd finally sorted out where everything should go. Then you moved Bradley's random junk from the closet to the attic, wiping the sweat from your face with each trip. You kicked your way through the boxes where you'd found the USB drive with the video he made with Meredith. At first you grimaced and thought you might cry, but then you remembered the way he had smashed the stupid thing to bits in the backyard. You wanted him to come home. You needed him to. 

"Mommy?" Noah called out, luring you back into the kitchen. You were a mess, and when you noticed how much he was yawning, you silently rejoiced. 

"It looks like you could use a nap," you said as you kissed the curls on top of his head. He scrambled up into your arms and hugged you, such a tiny reminder of his dad, and you carried him off to his room. After a few stories, he was asleep as the rain picked up a little bit, and you knew this would be the perfect time to take a shower.

You moved Skittles' bed into Noah's room temporarily, and coaxed her in with a treat. "Keep him company in case he wakes up," you whispered, and she walked around in a circle on the plush cushion before settling in. Her crooked, purple bow made you smile. Everything in this house made you smile and think about Bradley. You knew he'd have even more ideas about a theme for the nursery, but you started to scroll through some inspiration online as the shower warmed up for you.

The water ended up feeling better than you anticipated. Your shoulders were sore. Your hips were sore. Every part of your body was aching. It seemed it didn't matter how much you were sleeping, you were still exhausted all day long. Maybe Dr. Kelly would reduce your hours and give you a break. You thought about sneaking home one afternoon a week to take a long nap before going back out to pick Noah up. Then you thought about how Casey hadn't said a single word to you since you told her you were going to her boss. Then you smiled. 

You were squeaky clean when you got dressed again in some old sweats and headed to the kitchen. Your stomach was growling, and you desperately wanted some coffee. "One cup is okay," you whispered, turning on Bradley's fancy machine while you made yourself a snack. You'd been meticulous about how much caffeine you were drinking, and Bradley helped by bringing home only decaf from the coffee shop. You downed the cup, and it was hot and delicious, and almost immediately you had to pee again. 

Your doctor told you that was normal as the baby grew and started to stretch things out. You passed Noah's bedroom door where both he and Skittles were still sound asleep as the rain splattered against his window, and then you went to the bathroom. When you wiped, the toilet paper caught your eye, and your hand started to shake. Pink. Blood. Just a little bit, but there was blood. 

"Oh no," you gasped, a dizzy spell overtaking your body. You'd read about this in your textbooks, and you knew it could happen, but you'd blocked it out of your mind when it came to yourself right now. You didn't want to be an example. You had to grip the toilet seat with one hand to keep steady as you wiped yourself again. There was more blood, a little bit less pink and more red this time. 

Your own breathing was too loud. It was echoing through your mind and through the bathroom, and you wanted to throw up. You eased yourself onto the floor and started to panic. The baby. What if something was happening to the baby? "No," you whispered, trying to ground yourself. Using the edge of the tub, you pulled yourself slowly to your feet, your head spinning more with every inch you moved. "No," you said louder. 

When you were standing on your own, you had yourself almost convinced you'd imagined it. You didn't feel bad. You were just a little sore. There couldn't be anything wrong. You reached for another piece of toilet paper and wiped, but the result was the same. 

Where was your phone? Who were you supposed to call? You walked around in circles around the house while your heart thudded a sickening rhythm in your chest. You paused, unable to locate your phone and convinced you were going to throw up. After you backtracked to the extra bedroom, you found it and unlocked it.

Natasha's name was right there in your recent calls, and you tapped on it before you could even fathom what you were going to tell her. 

"Hi," she said brightly when she eventually answered. "Want me to come over and play with Noah so you can take a break for a little bit?"

"Please," you gasped. "Please come over. Right now."

She must have sensed something in your voice, because hers turned serious as she assured you she was on her way. While you waited for her, you wiped yourself again and again before you made yourself wait in the living room instead of the bathroom. When she walked inside with dripping wet hair and concern on her face, you said, "Noah is still napping. I need to take myself to the emergency room."

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Get to the hospital, Princess. This kind of scenario is very real and has happened to me. I will tread as carefully as I can. Please don't scream at me. We will hear from a doctor in the next chapter. Thanks @mak-32 and @beyondthesefourwalls

PART 56

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Before I Knew [Masterlist] — Full Length Series

A Jake Seresin unexpected pregnancy fic

Overview: On your first night after moving to San Diego to spend more time with your brother Bob, you unknowingly have a one night stand with his teammate Jake Seresin. For the first time in his whole life, Bob has a closely knit friend group and you’re desperate not to rock the boat. But an unexpected and unplanned pregnancy upends your world, forcing you and Jake closer together, against Bob’s wishes. What will happen when you find yourself actually falling for the father of your unborn child? 

Pairing: Jake Seresin x Reader; Bob Floyd x Sister!Reader 

Overview:

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

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this is part two of this angsty post about Baby Bradley (you might wanna read it first, just to make sense of this part) - Slider POV

It’s late, too late, when he hears the front opening. He is instantly on alert — Shay’s been sleeping for two hours now, conked out by a whole day at work and cooking up a baby inside her — because it’s too late for visitors.

He almost hits Baby Goose with a baseball bat.

Bradley is taking his shoes off, the spare key they have in the flower pot at the front stairs lying near his backpack. His hands are covered in dirt and he’s looking at Ron with his doe eyes wide.

Everyone says he’s Goose’s mirror image but when he stands there, curly hair getting too long again and messy, with those innocent big eyes and head tilted back, all Ron sees is Carole.

It always makes him melt into a puddle, too.

“Do your folks know you’re here?” Ron will take the dead silence as a no. “How did you even get here?”

Bradley is allowed to take the bus on his own, now that they live in one, stable place and Mav had gone on the three major routes with him — the bus to school, to Ron and Sarah’s house, and to the base.

Ice still insists on driving him around everywhere, just because he is such a control freak.

Bradley’s voice is barely hearable and he isn’t meeting Ron’s eyes as he admits, “I walked.”

They don’t leave that far away — less than two miles — but an eleven-year-old should not be walking around alone on the streets past nine.

Ron takes a deep breath. “Look, I’m going to call Ice—”

“He’s at work,” Bradley interrupts, because of course he does — he always has an answer, growing into the mini Maverick that he is.

“Then I’ll call Mav,” Ron counters.

“He’s asleep.”

“Then you shoulda thought about that before you walked here at one in the morning,” Ron points out before he steps back into the kitchen to grab the phone off the wall.

Midway through the kitchen floor, still in the dark since he forgot to turn on the light, Ron feels a weight hanging onto his pajama sleeve. “Do you have to call him?”

“Buddy,” Ron says because he’s so weak against those big brown eyes but can’t just let Bradley get away with everything. What he did was dangerous. He could have gotten hit by a car, kidnapped, or lost, or—Ron doesn’t even want to think about all the things that could’ve happened.

“I promise I’ll go back home before Mav wakes up,” Bradley pleads.

That’s really not the problematic part in the whole situation. “And what about when Ice comes home and goes to check on you and you’re not there?”

Bradley turns his head away and mumbles under his breath, “He won’t.”

“He won’t what?”

“He won’t do that,” he says, eyes on the floor.

And Ron doesn’t know what it is but there’s just something in his voice, in the way it cracks despite being so quiet, and in his posture, the way he raises his shoulders like a guard — and it’s make something under skin crawl.

“Bradley, what’s going on?”

“Nothing,” he mumbles, turning away from him.

Ron is weak. He is getting bigger and bigger but he is still so tiny it feels like Ron could fit him in the palms of his hands. He looks even smaller, now, coiled up against Ron’s leg like he wants to turn invisible.

“Okay, you can stay the night—”

“Really?”

Ron would scold himself for falling for it, again, but Bradley’s eyes, even with the excitement in his voice, don’t lose the sad tinge completely.

“But only on the condition that I’ll call Mav anyway and tell him where you are,” Ron says, kind of proud of himself for not giving in completely. “And you have to get up bright and early tomorrow—today, so we can take you to school on time.”

He waves his hand, just so those doe eyes go away before he caves in completely. 

“Go get your jammies and make those pearly whites—”

“You’re talking to me like I’m five again,” Bradley says and Ron holds back a smile.

“You gotta deal with it, kid,” he says, shushing him upstairs. “Go, I’ll call Mav.”

Ice’s house (and Mav’s, no that he’d call it that, ever, Maverick will never be his brother-in-law, even if they actually get married someday, he's going to be at best a menace-in-law) is on their speed dial as number one.

He’s expected to wait a few minutes on the line, until Mav wakes up and strides huffing and puffing into the kitchen to pick up the phone, but he barely gets the second tone and hears, “Hello?”

“Mav—”

“Slider, this isn’t a good time, Bradley is—”

“—here,” Ron finishes for him. “He’s here, Mav, showed up about ten minutes ago. Says he walked here.”

“What?” Mav spits out. “I was about to call the goddamn police! Ice, I was about to call Ice!”

Ron’ll never admit it but he agrees that Ice probably would throw a bigger manhunt than the police if he found out Bradley was missing.

“Look, he doesn’t want to go home—”

“Oh, hell no, he’s coming home now, I’m getting my keys—”

“I already promised him he can stay the night,” Ron cuts in, feeling a headache coming.

“You can’t promise him stuff like that!”

Ron might be a dad-to-be only, but he can understand why Mav is pissed off. He certainly would prefer if his kid that he thought was missing came back home so he could at least see that he is safe and in one piece and maybe so he can ground his ass but Bradley—there’s just something off.

“What, do you want me to send him home so he runs off again to some unknown place in the middle of the night?”

“Oh, he can try,” Mav says. “Even if he somehow managed to sneak out again, I’ll now know where he is. I’m going to take my chances.”

“I don’t think he’ll come back here again, not knowing I sold him out to you and let you take him back home,” Ron says. He can hear Mav groan into the phone in frustration and he gets it, he really does, but— “He looks upset, Mav, okay, I don’t know what happened but he wouldn’t have sneaked out on a whim, you know that.”

It takes him fifteen minutes and about a dozen promises to talk Mav into letting Bradley stay the night — he knows Mav probably won’t sleep a blink anyway — but finally, Ron settles on making them some tea so they can have a talk about safety and not giving his parents a heart attack.

And about whatever made Bradley act out like that.

He comes back downstairs and the ginger tea is already lukewarm enough to drink — they only have ginger tea now because Sarah is still nauseous despite being well out of the first trimester. Bradley sits down with him at the table, his Spiderman pajamas on, takes a sip and promptly grimaces.

“That’s yacky,” Bradley says.

“Believe me, I know, kid. It was two against one,” he says, feeling sleepy out of a sudden. “Your aunt would bite my head off if I said anything, anyway.”

Bradley still drinks more because he’s a good kid that never complains. Or maybe because he doesn’t want to talk to Ron.

“You want to tell me why you left home so late?” he prompts. “Did you have a nightmare?”

Bradley crosses his legs on the chair — Ice would’ve told him to sit properly but he’s not here so Ron lets it slide. Bradley shakes his head, wordlessly.

“Did you argue with Mav?” Ron tries again. Bradley looks away, at their fridge and the family photos and their collection of sonograms, and shakes his head, eyes not present. It scares the shit out of Ron. “Bud? Did someone say something? Do something, to you?”

“No,” he says, finally, barely hearable. “I don’t want to talk about it.” 

Ron weighs his options. Bradley's always been a kid with lots and lots of emotions but usually, he wouldn't mind displaying them raw — he could push but he isn't sure whether that would help or harm the situation more. He doesn't want to pressure him but he also doesn't want him to feel like he's alone with whatever made him act like this.

“You want to sleep in your room? Or do you wanna sleep with us, today?”

"Could I—" he begins and then closes his mouth. Ron lets him think through whatever is going over in his head, waiting, until Bradley asks quietly, "Could I sleep with you?"

"Of course you can," Ron says straight away, still feeling unsettled, like he's missing something. "Just try not to wake up your aunt, she's really grumpy in the morning lately. Don't tell her that I said that, either."

*

Bradley’s been—quiet.

The night visits became frequent. Frequent enough that after the fourth time Ice, like the insomniac he is, woke up and went to check on Bradley to find him missing, Mav and Ice bought him a bike. It was safer if he had lights and a helmet on, and the trip to Ron and Sarah’s house took him less time that way. It still isn’t safe but Bradley hasn’t even tried to wake any of them to take him to Ron in a car, like they promised they would, so any alternative was better.

Ron can’t exactly pinpoint what changed aside from how Bradley’s no longer bubbling a mile a minute and how he seems both clingy and unusually detached from them. He’s been staying vaguely around them but never close enough to touch, like he used to.

Today’s been especially strange. Bradley hasn’t even let Sarah cuddle with him after dinner. He helped her prepare the food, quiet and way too focused on tasks for the bouncy eleven-year-old he is, just asking her what to do next and not even humming along to the radio in the kitchen.

Ron, if this was any other kid, would say he is jittery about the parent-teacher meeting and what his folks would hear while talking to his teacher but in all honesty, Bradley doesn’t have anything to worry about — he has perfect grades, and aside from that fight he’d gotten into a couple weeks ago Ice and Mav already know about, he is a sweet, a bit shy kid who isn't much trouble.

Ice and Mav show up to pick him up at half-past eight. Sarah’s already gone for a nap that will turn into nine hours of sleep and Ron and Bradley are quietly sitting in the living room, each reading their own book. Their faces are turned into a grimace from the minute they step in to greet Ron and Mav is observing the kid like a hawk.

Bradley curls his legs closer and gives Ron a very short look, the big doe eyes telling Ron he is about to ask if he can stay the night. Ron shakes his head before he does it long enough he’ll give in.

“Go say bye to your aunt, buddy,” Ice tells Bradley which is a code for an adults-only conversation.

Ron doesn’t like it.

“She’s asleep,” Bradley points out.

It’s the truth, but Mav still hasn’t said anything, just staring at Bradley, so Ron says, “You can wake her up for a minute, she’ll probably want to know you’re going and will give you a kiss goodbye.”

Bradley hesitates, looking between Ron and Ice like they're tricking him into something. He and Sarah didn't have the greatest of starts — she moved to California not long after Carole got diagnosed and was the least familiar face during that hard time, often completely omitted when Bradley sought out adult comfort. It's been getting better and better the more time they spent together, and Bradley's been especially warming up since they told him about the baby — Sarah would talk to Bradley about the pregnancy often, explaining different things, taking him to shop for baby clothes, letting him think of baby names, letting him touch the baby bump. Ron has thought that maybe Bradley finally felt included enough by her to include her in his little trusted family.

Ron sometimes wonders if it's because Bradley knows he'd almost become his stepdad before he and Carole called it quits — they never told him they were together, tried to test it out before Bradley became attached but maybe they hadn't done a good job of it. Maybe when they broke up when it kept on feeling weird with Goose's memory still in both their heads, they should've explained it to him. Maybe he felt like Sarah took Ron away from him and his mom when he started dating her not long after she moved to San Diego.

"You go, bud, you're probably the only person that won't make her grumpy," Ron encourages.

Bradley jumps off the couch and meticulously puts his bookmark in his book and closes it, careful not to crease the pages or the spine — in a mirror image of Ice, because of course — and walks away to the corridor.

They listen until the bedroom door closes behind him, Ice picks up Bradley’s book and puts it in his jacket’s inside pocket, and Ron turns back to the adults-only conversation with a heavy heart. 

“He’s apparently been asking about adoption,” Maverick finally says, barely audible.

“I thought you already adopted him. The guardianship was switched to custody after a year, right?”

“Yeah, yeah, he, uhm—”

He doesn't continue and it's scaring the shit out of Ron. He looks like a wreck of a person.

“He’s been asking whether we can give him up,” Ice supplies, voice perfectly leveled, his hands tucked into his jean pockets. Just, expressionless, really.

“For adoption?” Ron asks. Ice nods. “Jesus Christ.”

Even with how withdrawn Bradley's been, he'd have never gone into that territory with his theories.

No wonder Bradley didn't want to say a goddamn word about what was bothering him.

Ice takes a deep breath and says, voice urgent, "Look, he comes to you a lot when he's upset, did he say anything? Anything that could explain where all those questions came from?"

“No,” he denies instantly. “Do you think someone at school could, you know, be a bit too nosy again?”

They had that problem before, in Lemoore, straight after Carole's death and before they moved, when some concerned parents had started asking too many questions about who Mav was and how he was managing Bradley's childcare and who was Ice and why was Ice so involved. It was the whole reason CPS has even bothered to look at Mav's custody agreement and put Bradley in foster care for so long.

“Bradley barely talks to the other kids, still, even if someone’s parents—” Mav stops and his gaze gets all wet and it doesn't go away even when Ice grips his hand. "I don't know."

"Come on, you know it's not—You're doing everything the right way, Mav, he's been through a lot but you could see he is dealing with it now and he's been happy, it's not—"

Ron doesn't know what he wants to say.

"Just talk to him," he says in the end. "He's your kid, just make sure he knows that."

When he looks at Ice, he doesn't know how to react — he's never seen him looking so lost.

"Where's he anyway? He should be back by now—" he grumbles. Maybe actually having Bradley within their range of sight, unharmed and present and not at some strangers house god knows where would make them feel better. "I'll go get him."

Ron walks to their bedroom like a robot, trying to school his expression by to calm so his helplessness doesn't show.

"Buddy, what's taking so long, did you fall asleep too—"

He stops talking at the view he gets when he opens the door — Bradley is curled up around Sarah’s baby bump, his hand under her t-shirt, and Sarah is dozing off again with her fingers in his curls, blinking sleepily at Ron.

"The baby is kicking," he says and he's whispering like anything louder would spook the baby into hiding again.

“I’ll come back in five minutes, buddy,” Ron says, keeping his voice low.

*

Ron's been baby-proofing the house for what feels like weeks now and Sarah is still insisting it's not enough, finding new boops and beeps to improve. And Ron loves her, really, but he also still works about fifty hours a week and the kid is not going to even be moving much for at least six or seven months after they pop out.

They're certainly not going to let the kid out alone on the terrace for longer than that, he's sure, but he's also sure if he told that he's nine months pregnant wife, he'd be sleeping on the couch. 

So he's modifying the terrace, so they have baby doors to the steps and the spaces in the little fence around the elevation is baby-proofed with a bouncy mesh net that their baby can smash their face all they want and not fall off.

It's almost eight already and Ron is still going at it, knowing he won't have the time later in the week but also running on about five hours of sleep, when he hears Bradley's bike rattle on the gravel on their driveway.

"Hey, kid," he says, not turning around from the task and trusting that Bradley is not going to run over Sarah's pansies again. Ron really doesn't want to find her planting new ones while nine months pregnant and he knows she would. "You here for anything in particular or just passing by?"

Bradley stops the bike, getting off and carefully avoiding the flower rows, thankfully. He is walking the thing now, to leave it next to their ugly garden shed.

"I was sick the whole week and now I don't understand my science homework," he tells him. "Mr. Kraig said I should come to the extra classes but we have a test before that."

Ron doesn't look from where he's measuring the stupid tiny fence. "Isn't this something you usually do with Mav and Ice?"

“I didn’t want to bother them.”

“So you thought you’d bother me?”

It’s just a joke — if Ron was a little less tired, he’d have remembered that Bradley’s already been feeling fragile around all the adults in his life and not having the greatest of times in general. He’d have been less snarky or maybe he’d have said nothing or maybe he’d prodded a little bit about why Bradley doesn’t want Ice’s or Mav’s help with homework anymore.

It’s just a joke but he doesn’t even manage to turn around and he hears the bike’s chain rattle as the kid starts biking off god knows where, not looking back.

“Bradley—”

He stands up to go over him but the stupid baby doors are in place and he trips when he tries to jump over them, knocking down the roll with the mesh net. It unrolls on the grass and by the time he's untangled from it all, he can't see Bradley on either end of the street.

"Sarah—" he calls out as soon as he's back in the house. "Call Ice and tell them to call us if Bradley turns up back home."

"What? Ronnie, where are you going?"

He's grabbing his car keys because like hell he's just going to sit and wait.

Bradley didn't say a single thing, just ran out. He's not coming back to them, he knows, and he's not sure how long it'll be before he caves in and goes back home.

He doesn't like it. He doesn't like it all.

He keeps on driving around in circles between theirs and Ice's house, looking out for Bradley's bike anywhere on the road, turning up back to check with Sarah that Ice hasn't called every twenty minutes or so.

It's getting dark when he notices Bradley's bike on Ice's porch.

"I'm going to call Sarah, tell her you're here already," Mav says and he dips into the kitchen.

Instantly, Ron's eyes search for Bradley and he's there, in one piece, in their living room, still getting scolded by Ice.

When he notices Ron and their eyes meet, he looks away, stepping to the side enough that he's well hidden behind Ice's legs.

Ice turns around. "Slider—"

Maybe he's too big, too old, for that, but never for Ron — he grabs Bradley under his arms and hugs him, one hand on his back, another under his thighs. It's as easy as it's always been despite what everyone says.

"Jesus Christ, kid," he blurts out. "You scared the living shit out of me."

"I’m sorry,” Bradley says and his voice is hoarse.

“No, I am sorry, kid,” he says, adjusting Bradley in his arms so he can flatten his cheek on Ron’s shoulder. “I didn’t mean it like that, I swear, you’ll never — never, all right? — bother us, I just—It was a bad joke, okay?”

“I know,” Bradley mumbles into his collarbone. “It’s nothing.”

“It’s not nothing, kid,” Ron insists.

He maneuvers him in his arms, detaches Bradley’s hands from around his shoulders so he looks at him and his eyes are shiny and red, and god, Ron just wants to take it all back, take it all away.

He doesn’t know what is going on with Bradley lately and he isn’t telling them but he wants them to have a safe place in them, he wants him to keep coming to them until he finally lets them help with whatever is happening.

“Promise me you know that, promise me you know you’ll never ever bother us, no matter what.”

Bradley doesn’t reply anything to that, instead saying, “Can you put me down? I’m not five.”

“Bradley,” Ice reprimands and Ron doesn’t care if he has a tone when he speaks to him, he just cares that—

“Promise me you know,” he repeats.

“I know, I promise,” he says.

He’s still not looking at him or at Ice, and he still seems so small, like he’s trying to take the least space he can, but he’s—he’s promising and Ron has to let go off him at some point, as heartbreaking as it feels.

He sets him back down on the carpet and Bradley curls into himself even more.

Ice opens his mouth, probably to continue the scolding and use Ron’s worry as a leverage, but Ron catches his eyes before he says anything. He shakes his head.

*

Juliette Nicole Kazansky Kerner was born on Friday, just a few minutes after three in the morning, after about twelve hours in labor and delivery.

They've decided early on that it was just going to be the three of them in the delivery suite and then for another twenty-four hours. Ron's mama was coming from Minnesota in about a week and that left just Ice and his little family.

They know the plan so they come in on Saturday, after breakfast, after Sarah slept off the exhaustion and is finally ready for visitors.

There are congratulations and hugs and then Julie crying and asking for food. There is the moment Maverick gets to hold her when she doesn't want to burp and gets her to do just so like it's the most natural thing and the moment after when Ice is looking at him with that smitten expression that Ron used to make fun of, before it became almost constant on him whenever Maverick is around.

There's a moment when finally, Bradley gets a very close look at Julie and stares at her with his mouth open and eyes wide and Sarah asks him, "Do you want to hold her?"

And then he's listening like his life depends on it when Sarah and Mav explain to him how to hold a baby and how he needs to be very careful with her head and not make too many movements not to drop her.

“She’s so tiny,” Bradley says and Ron is pretty sure he's repeated it at least three times now.

“That’s why you have to be really careful with her, buddy,” Ice says, adjusting Bradley's arm so it's holding their little Julie closer to Bradley's chest.

They're safely sitting in a big armchair with a pillow underneath just in case, but Bradley seems to have taken the cautions to heart and is holding Julie's limp head up and coconing her with his arms like it's a mission.

“She looked bigger in Aunt Sarah’s belly,” he says, still sounding awed.

Sarah laughs because truly, Bradley was the only one who could indirectly call her big and not unleash a hormonal wrath.

Maybe he said it too soon because Sarah starts crying instead, her lips are trembling when she looks at the two of them from where she's lying in bed still and next thing Ron knows, there's a waterfall.

She's smiling so he isn't too worried. He gets a whiplash because in less thirty seconds, Ice is crying to, still hovering over Bradley like the control freak he is, and if Ice is crying, that means Mav is not far behind.

Bradley lifts his head from where he was gazing at Julie and okay, Ron is a bit teary-eyed, too, by the time Bradley asks innocently, “Why is everyone crying?”

Those big doe eyes just make him weak. He's just praying he'll have more restraint with his own kids.

The nurse comes in to check on both Sarah and Julie, telling them she's probably going to be discharged tomorrow morning if their obs keep on being so good.

"We probably should grab something to eat," Ron supplies. "There's a buffet nearby."

Sarah had refused hospital food. And he's not going to be refusing her some good food when she's just popped a whole human into the world.

Bradley, realizing that standing up would mean letting go of Julie, asks, “Do I have to go with you?”

“No, but remember Mav is going to be picking your food if you stay and you know how he feels about vegetables,” Ice says.

“It’s fine,” Bradley decides and wow, the kid is really smitten, too. “Can I stay?”

They switch Bradley from the armchair to sitting next to Sarah in bed, just in case, and he's pouting the whole two minutes he doesn't have Julie in his arms.

"That was adorable," Ron says as soon as they leave the room. "I didn't think he'd take so well to her."

“I kinda wish we could have another kid just so he could be a big brother,” Mav says and he sounds like he's still melting inside.

“Yeah,” Ice agrees absently and he sounds so dreamy Ron snorts. “What?”

“Tom ‘I Don’t Like Kids’ Kazansky wanting more kids is never not going to be amusing,”

“It’s different when it’s your kids,” he protests, not ashamed at all.

And Slider supposes it is, at least for Ice because Ice is so good with Bradley, loves him so much, that he sometimes wonders if Ice's aversion to kids was just some way to protect him from heartbreak when having kids seemed impossible, given who Ice tended to love.

*

"Our three-month check up is on Friday, do you think you will be able to go with us? It's at six."

He's unpacking groceries in the kitchen, late after getting back from work, and Sarah is sitting in her rocking chair, nursing Julie for the last time before they put her to sleep for the night — she's going to wake up at least twice, but she seemed to have faded into tiredness as soon as Ron got to hold her for five minutes.

He's pretty sure he's only got paperwork to do on Friday so he should be fine, but—

“Thought it was going to be on Saturday?”

“Tom mentioned Bradley’s match is on Saturday, I thought you’d probably like to be there, too, so I made the switch,” Sarah says.

“He didn’t say anything about a match,” Ron notes. “Baby Goose, I mean.”

“We missed his last two so I thought we should probably start going to them again,” Sarah explains gently, her voice going quieter as Julie starts to fall asleep mid-feeding again. “He’s apparently banned Ice and Mav from coming because he’s embarrassed when they come, you know Tom is a bit of a soccer mom and—Ronnie?”

He—He feels it again, the feeling that something is wrong, but he can't really explain what is wrong with Bradley's behavior — kids do grow, get embarrassed by parents and uncles and want more independence. It just doesn't sit right with him.

“He didn’t tell me about his matches,” he realizes. It’s baseball season, it’s been for weeks. “He hasn’t slept over in four months, Shay.”

“He’s almost a teenager, he’s bound to start thinking you’re uncool,” Sarah says and it doesn't—

She isn't saying anything that doesn't ring true, Ron himself had those thoughts when he was much younger than Bradley. But it doesn't sit well with him. Bradley's been so off before Julie was born, for months, and now suddenly he seems to be not only fine, but fine without any of their support.

Sarah bumps Julie's nose, putting her shirt back over her arm and grabs the towel to put over her shoulder—

“At least you’ll have this one thinking you can save the world for a few more years," she says. "Can’t imagine how Mav and Ice are feeling right now.”

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#two more parts coming - IceMav pov and adult bradley pov #icemav #bradley rooster bradshaw #ron slider kerner #sarah kazansky #as Ice's sister and Slider's wife #mavdad #icepops #baby goose #top gun #my fics #tw pregnancy & breastfeeding - background #op #charlie writes

[mynameismckenziemae]

She’s a Fire-Epilogue

Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x OFC/Reader (no use of y/n)

The End

(previous chapter here)

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, mentions of smut, throwing up mentioned, pregnancy mentioned, lmk if I missed anything.

You officially became Mrs. Bradley Bradshaw 3 months later.

You had looked breathtaking in an ivory long-sleeved, lace gown. It was an intimate affair with both your closest friends and family on a snowy day in Colorado the day after Christmas. You’re not sure who cried more.

The evening after the wedding you departed for your honeymoon at an all-inclusive in the Bahamas.

You couldn’t contain your laughter at Bradley’s flush when his bag was opened and searched by customs, revealing all the sex toys you’d stuffed in there. He was equally aroused as he was humiliated as they rummaged through the items before zipping it closed and handing it back. His eyes were dark as he stalked over, dragging you to a quiet corner of the terminal to tell you exactly how you were going to pay for embarrassing him when you got to the resort. Good thing it rained the following day-your ass had paid for it dearly and you could hardly sit without wincing. Totally worth it though.

It was a perfect, relaxing week. Equal amount of time was spent in the sun as it was in your room, wringing pleasure out of each other in every way possible.

Like every good thing, it came to an end too quickly, but you were happy to get back home to Lola.

Bradley was called out to deploy only a few days later and even though you understood it’s his job, it was disappointing.

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It’s been a rough deployment too; 5 weeks in and you only got one short phone call. Not to mention you’ve been nauseous on and off for over a week.

You woke up in a sour mood one Sunday morning; your boobs hurt and were cramping so much that even Lola couldn’t cheer you up.

Must be getting my period, you think as you feed Lola. But you freeze when you look at the calendar. You were late.

You’d gotten your birth control implant removed shortly before the wedding. But there was no way you were pregnant yet. It took some time for your body to regulate when going off birth control, right?

30 minutes and a quick run to Target later, you’re shaking as you force yourself to not peek before the 3 minutes are up.

You startle when your phone signals that time up. Taking a deep breath, you open your eyes. Happy tears immediately fill your eyes at the two pink lines. It’s positive.

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You’re still sitting on the floor in disbelief a few minutes later when Sunny texts you and Nat. Nat didn’t deploy with the rest of the squad this time for some reason, but you hadn’t seen her as she went to visit family for a few weeks.

Sunny: Wanna have brunch with me?

Nat: Yes! I just got home last night from Dani’s. I’ve missed you guys.

Rowan: Missed you too, Nat. Brunch sounds great.

Sunny: Yay! Meet at the place on Park Street in an hour?

Rowan: Perfect, see you soon!

Nat: Works for me.

You get there early and snag a table, waving them over when they arrive.

“What can I start you off with to drink?” The waitress asks right as she sits down.

“Just water is fine,” you answer, pointedly looking at your menu while you avoid their eyes.

“I’ll do the same, thanks.” Sunny replies.

“Me too,” Nat smiles.

The waitress leaves and you finally look up.

They look between each other and you, looking like they’re ready to burst.

“I’m pregnant,” you all say at the same time.

Your eyes widen. “Oh my God! No way!”

“What?! You are too?!” Sunny says, choking on a sob as you both wrap her in a hug.

“Yeah, I just found out. Literally right before you texted. I’m still in shock, like…it doesn’t feel real yet. I wish Bradley was here,” you sniff, wiping your own tears as you pull away.

Nat smiles, eyes watery as well. “I found out at the pre-deployment screening. I hadn’t even missed my period yet. I told Jake and he was…ecstatic. My body hadn’t even changed yet but he was insatiable, didn’t even let me get out of bed the day before he left,” she laughs. “I’m a little over 7 weeks now. Does Bob know? How far along are you?”

Sunny shakes her head and dabs her eyes with her napkin. “No, and it’s the worst. I found out Thursday. I almost threw up at work when I was debriding a wound. I thought it was weird because it’s never bothered me before. I got home and took a test when I realized my period was a day late. I’m about 6 weeks. I wanted to tell you both in person.”

“I’m almost 6 weeks too, if my calculations are right. Wow,” you smile and squeeze their hands, “We’re all having babies, due at the same time. What are the odds?”

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Just as you finish eating your phones go off simultaneously.

Bradley: Just hit dry land. I’ll see you in an hour, Mrs. Bradshaw. 😘

Rowan: Can’t wait, Mr. Bradshaw. 😏

Natasha and Sunny are looking at their phones and you assume they both received the same type of message based on their smiles.

Hugs and promises to give updates are given before you all rush out.

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Your stomach starts to turn halfway home, and your mouth starts filling with saliva as you pull into the drive. You manage to make it to the bathroom before you empty the contents of your stomach, but not without startling Lola in your haste.

She timidly peeks her head in the door as you retch.

“I’m so sorry sweet girl,” you murmur, holding out the hand not gripping the toilet. “Didn’t mean to scare you.”

Her tail thumps loudly against the wall at your tone before deciding you’re forgiven. She lays at your feet with a huff.

You flush and curl up next to her, not wanting to get too far from the toilet as your stomach gurgles.

“Mama doesn’t feel good because I’ve got a baby in my tummy. You’re gonna be a big sister,” you whisper, rubbing her soft ears.

“Row? Lola? Where are you guys?” Bradley calls.

“In the bathroom,” you reply, sitting up as your heart flutters. Or maybe it’s your stomach because you’re back to throwing up as he enters the bathroom.

“Oh, Row. Are you okay?” He asks, too preoccupied to notice the pregnancy test on the counter, right next to the sink where he’s running a washcloth under cool water.

“I will be, thanks,” you sigh as he presses it to your neck.

“Is it the stomach flu? Something you ate?”

You shake your head, closing the lid and flushing again. He helps you to your feet and rubs your shoulders while you brush your teeth.

“How long have you been sick?”

“I’ve been feeling queasy for the last week or so.”

“Hope it doesn’t last too much longer,” he murmurs, kissing the top of your head.

You pick up the positive pregnancy test and turn to him.

“Won’t be more than 9 months,” you smile weakly.

“You-you’re pregnant?” He whispers, his face pales and is suddenly white as a sheet. “Oh shit, I better sit down.”

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After he feels less faint, he guides you to bed and brings back a bucket before climbing in behind you.

“How far…when are you-just,…wow,” he laughs. “We’re having a baby, Row!”

“I just found out this morning,” you smile. “I think it happened on our honeymoon, so I’m due in the middle of September.”

“That’s amazing,” he breathes, resting his palm below your naval, “Did Nat tell you?”

“Yeah. We met Sunny for brunch this morning. She’s a little more than a week further along than me and Sunny.”

“Wait-Sunny too?! Holy shit!” He laughs in disbelief. “This is amazing!”

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You fall asleep in his arms and wake an hour later to his head on your thighs, whispering to the little being inside you.

“…and I can’t wait to meet you. You’re gonna be my little buddy, doesn’t matter if you’re a boy or girl, I don’t mind either way. Tell grandma and grandpa Bradshaw that daddy says hi and I miss them so so much,” he murmurs, voice thick with tears. “And quit making your mama sick, okay? You’re so lucky to have her, she’s the best. Just don’t make her mad. I love you already.”

You haven’t even opened your eyes but tears are already streaming down your face. “You’re going to be an amazing dad, Bradley.”

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7 ½ months later:

Wade Michael Seresin comes screaming into the world first, followed by Owen Bradley Floyd right on his due date; already a stickler for being on time, unlike his namesake.

5 days overdue, Connor Nicholas Bradshaw finally graces you with his presence, perfect in every way.

The end.

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A/N: Well that’s a wrap! BRB while I go cry.

Anywho, let me know if there’s anything you want me to elaborate on or go into further detail (like the honeymoon—would it even be a chapter I write without at least mentioning a spanking? 🥴).

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Foursome with Jake, Nat, Row and Bradley

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[ohtobeleah]

Sneak Preview of some fluff I’ve been working on for ToE ~ Riley’s Birth

“How long have you been having contractions for?” Bradley changed the subject to what really mattered. You were having your baby, his baby. There was a moment of silence shared between the two of you as you mulled over whether or not you were going to tell the truth, or continue to run from it. Your last birth experience hadnt been the best, that type of trauma stays with a person. And even though you had all the faith and trust in Bradley that the world could provide–you were still beyond terrified to have to give birth again. He knew that too.

“Since around lunch time, they’re super far apart.” You explained softly as tears began to fill your eyes, eyes that told Bradley you were scared. “I'm not ready to have this baby.” You admitted as you shook your head and held your hand over his. “At least tonight I’m not.”

“Okay, that's fine.” Rooster wasn't gonna argue with his pregnant wife about what she could or couldn't do with her body. He’d learnt to pick his battles and this just didn't seem like a hill that he was ready to die on. Besides, regardless or what you were or weren't ready for? Baby R was coming. It was only a matter of time. “How about I finish up here and I'll run you a bath?”

“Jakes in Texas–” Oh? What did Hangman being in Texas have to do with you running a bath? Oh! Bradley thought to himself. Jake was your person. He was your person during your last birth. “But yeah, yeah a bath sounds really good right now, my back is killing me.” Without much more of a fuss, you padded out of the kitchen and ventured upstairs while Rooster got the rest of dinner assembled and ready to serve. He eyed off the four year old by his side. The little shadow he’d had in his life for what felt like an eternity. His best buddy.

“So help me god kid you better eat your spaghetti.”

#terms of endearment// bradley bradshaw #tw: pregnancy #tw: birth

[dakotakazansky]

A Million Nights • One

Huge Thank you to @mayhemmanaged for creating the photo for this. I love you so much!

Warnings: Angst, Mentions of drunk drivers, wrecks, hospitals.

Word Count: 1.8k

The day started off like it always did, same mundane Navy job, and after the day's work, another night spent at the Hard Deck. That’s where Bradley Bradshaw had met his now fiancee, Lieutenant Gunner “P.A.” Savage. Gunner was an Aviation Machinist’s Mate. While she loved being on the flight line, fixing engines wasn’t what she thought she’d be doing for the next 4 years. Her head was always up in the clouds and night sky, but she’d missed the age range to be a Naval Pilot, so working on the jets was the next best thing for her.

After a particularly rough day, she ended her night once again at the Hard Deck, drinking the stress of the day away. Her bright ice blue eyes dulled the more she drank, while her jet black hair found its way down her back by the end of the night, the tightly wrapped military bun had become a thing of the past. 

Not paying attention to the world around her, Gunner eventually danced her way right into none other than Lieutenant Bradley Bradshaw, who had his hands full of beers for his squad buddies. Now feeling the cold sticky liquid on her back, Gunner whipped around to face Bradley. The man was wearing a god awful Hawaiian print buttoned down shirt, with a skin tight white t-shirt underneath. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” Gunner squeaked out, “I wasn’t watching where I was!” 

Bradley chuckled, “Here you might need this.” He said as he pulled off the Hawaiian print shirt, and handed it to Gunner. “Oh uhm, thanks. Stay here! I’ll be right back!” Gunner said as she ran off to the bathroom to remove the now sticky shirt. She pulled on Bradley’s shirt, buttoned the third button down before rolling the rest of the shirt up, and tying it in the front as a crop top. She made her way back over to where she had left Bradley. 

“Oh you listened.” Surprise filled her voice seeing Bradley in the spot she left him. “I mean it’s not every day that an insanely pretty girl dances her way into your beers.” Gunner laughed lightly, “I wouldn’t say insanely pretty, but thank you…” She trailed off, not knowing his name. 

“Rooster.” He said. 

“Well if we’re going by callsigns then, I’m P.A.” she replied to the just over 6ft man, with honey brown hair and eyes to match. She debated how much she would be able to handle the ferret that adorns his upper lip. 

“P.A. huh, what does that really stand for?” Rooster questioned her. 

Shyly she mutters back, now embarrassed, “It stands for Party Animal. I might have a reputation around here.”

His eyes widen in realization, “Wait, you’re the infamous Party Animal I’ve heard about around here?” 

She cringes before scrubbing her face, “Please for the love of god, tell me you are fucking joking.” Bradley starts laughing, “Don’t worry Honey, I’m definitely joking with you.” He gets soberly serious for a split second, “Or am I?” He busts out laughing once more. Gunner can’t help but laugh herself, “Oh now I know you’re actually just fucking with me.” 

Her hand extends out to him, “I’m Gunner. Gunner Savage.” the strong grasp of his hand is now on hers shaking it, “I’m Bradley, Bradley Bradshaw.” 

“Here I thought my parents hated me by naming me Gunner Savage, and you’re out here walking around as Brad Brad. Wow what peas in a pod we are.” She says, chuckling. “Can I grab you more beers?” 

“Of course you can Honey, what kind of man would I be if I didn’t allow the pretty lady to buy my drinks.” He says back confidently. 

That night, sparked something in the both of them, and they really had become two peas in a pod together. Bradley’s friends immediately warmed up to her, and accepted her as one of their own. She eventually got assigned to be the lead mechanic for Bradley’s squadron as well. Every night ended the same, after working with the squadron, Gunner and the squad all went out for drinks. It became tradition for them, until the day where Bradley, Phoenix, and Bob got orders. They were needed for a mission, and Bradley had to leave his fiancee in the care of Jake, and the rest of the squadron. 

“How long are you going to be gone again?” Gunner had asked, her voice barely above a whisper, afraid that if she spoke any louder, sobs would break the dam that she was holding in place so well. She buried her face in his chest, inhaling the scent of him. Zesty citrus, with cedarwood overtook her senses for a moment. 

“Only 3 months Honey, The time will fly by, and I’ll be back before you know it.” He said, trying to reassure his fiancee. He rested his head gently atop of hers, holding her small stature to him, and swaying softly from side to side. 

Gunner held on to him as tightly as she could for as long as she could. “You’re gonna come back to me in one piece right?” She questions him. 

“Honey, you know I’m going to try my hardest, but I can’t promise that.” He replies burying his face in her hair, inhaling her scent as well, soft delicate apples flood his senses. 

The loud garbled sound of the PA System screamed out, letting the sailors and pilots know it was time to say their final goodbyes, and start boarding. One more really tight hug, and a promise to behave for Jake and the rest of Roo’s squad, and Roo himself was boarding the carrier, with Natasha, and Bob. 

Gunner stood on the dock until she could no longer see the carrier in the distance. Night had fallen by that point, and the stars were out in the clear sky. She climbed into Bradley’s Bronco, and drove it home. For the next 3 months anywhere she went, was in that Bronco, as it made her feel that much closer to Roo. 

Jake, Javy and the rest of the squadron kept up the tradition of working the entire day, then meeting at the Hard Deck when the work day was over to let off steam. 

2 Months and 29 days later, they were still enjoying their night out. Gunner chose to only have one drink, calming that party animal within, so that she could really party tomorrow when Rooster got home. “Hey guys I’m gonna head out, I’m kind of tired.” She said to the group before hugging them all and leaving to get into her car, since she was having the bronco detailed for Bradley’s return. 

Gunner always messaged Jake when she got home, but tonight 10 minutes later, the time that it took for her to get home, Jake never got the message. He jumped into his truck and followed Gunner’s route home. 5 minutes into the drive his phone started to ring, as he pulled up onto what looked like a gruesome crash site. 

“Hello.” He answered as he slowed down to the traffic that was around this accident. “Is this Mr. Seresin?” The voice on the other end of the line that was Gunner’s spoke. “Y-yes” he stuttered out, clapping his hand over his mouth. “Ms. Savage was in a car wreck-“ the voice said, but Jake cut him off, “I’m here, about 5 cars back.” In no time Jake’s truck was ushered up to the mangled mess that is now Gunner’s car.

“Her Fiance is due home tomorrow, I’m her contact when he’s deployed.” Jake rambled out jumping into the ambulance with Gunner and the paramedics.  The ride to the hospital was pure silence aside from the paramedics talking and keeping track of her vitals. 

She was immediately taken into Surgery and then was placed in an ICU room to recover. Jake stayed by her side, while Javy waited outside. Jake now had to do the hardest thing imaginable, he had to call Bradley and tell him that his fiancée was in a wreck, and now in a Coma. He paced the room before deciding to call the emergency line on the ship. He spoke to the commanding admiral aboard, and they rushed Bradley back via Helicopter. 

An hour or two later, Bradley rushed into the room with a nurse in tow behind him. “What happened?!” He quietly shouted to Jake after the nurse ushered them out into the hallway. 

“She said she was tired, and decided to drive home. She was sober, you know I wouldn’t let her drink and drive and ruin her career with the Navy.” Jake paused, gasping out a sob, “They said a drunk driver blew a stop sign, and t-boned her, tossing her car over a few times.”

For the first time Bradley broke down in front of Jake. His body wracked with sobs, learning the news of his fiancée, his future wife. He raced back into the room, with Jake behind him, and he took a seat in the chair next to the bed. 

“Honey what happened?” He said softly to the comatose woman in front of him, “We’ve had a million nights just like this, what happened?” The tears poured down his face as he remained planted into that seat. 

A few days later the Daggers had convinced Bradley to go home, shower, and change, and that Nat will stay with Gunner, until he returns. It took almost 2 hours of convincing before Bradley budged. 

Jake drove him home and led him into the house. Jake sat in the living room while Bradley quickly made his way to the bathroom to shower, just wanting to get back to his fiancée already. He completely bypassed everything. It was only then after his shower that he saw what was laying out on the bed. The loud sob that the man released shocked Jake so much that he ran into the room.

There stood Bradley in fresh clothing, sobbing, his hand over his mouth, looking down at the tiny article of clothing on the bed. As Jake approached his heart shattered for the future Bradshaw’s. There was a onesie laying on the bed, that in the cutest script font, said “Daddy’s little copilot.” Jake gasped, “She’s…” Bradley finished his statement, “Pregnant.”

They both rushed back to the hospital. Running through the hospital to get back to her room as quickly as possible. Nat left as soon as they got back, making her way back out to the rest of the Dagger’s in the waiting area. Bradley quickly pressed the call light on the bedside remote. The doctor came in with the nurse, and Bradley told them they had found a onesie in the house, and asked to see if the baby was okay. 

They agreed and left to go get the equipment needed to verify if the pregnancy was still viable. Bradley leaned over the bed pressing a soft tender kiss to Gunner’s forehead. “Honey, it was never supposed to happen this way, please come back to me, I still need you.” He choked out another sob, before placing another soft kiss to her forehead. 

Part 2

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[highwaytothedangerzone502]

Foxtrot Alpha Alpha - Chapter 37

Pairing: Hangman x Female OC

Word Count: 1417

Warnings: Swearing, insinuation of sex

Summary: Hangman learned his lesson a long time ago to never show his true feelings when someone's words or actions hurt him. To do so showed weakness that could be exploited, and Seresin men couldn't show weakness. Of course, there was an exception to every rule, and Jake's always came in the form of women, three in particular: his mom, Juliette Kazansky, and the girl whose name he could no longer bring himself to speak. She was the girl that got away; she was his biggest 'what if' and his biggest regret; she would forever be the ghost that haunted his dreams. Jake believed that's where she'd stay, for he would surely never see her again after what he did.

Or so he thought.

Notes: This is the sequel to India Lima Yankee; I'm using the same callsign for the Female OC as in Ghost Story because I just really like it, but they are different characters; chapters in italics are flashbacks.

Chapter Songs: True The Alchemy

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Hangman

The blue light of breaking dawn peeked through his curtains, adding to the serene, surreal reality Hangman found himself in. Ghost lay beside him in the crook of his arm, her head on his shoulder and arm draped lazily over his torso. He traced mindless patterns on her bare back with one hand while his other rested on her arm. Sleep remained fleeting throughout the night, only allowing him a few precious hours of rest. It was Hangman's own fault. He feared if he fell asleep, that when he awoke, the events of yesterday and last night would be a dream. A cruel, heartbreaking, wishful dream. 

I love you. Ghost's words echoed repeatedly in his head. Hangman couldn't stop it. For so long, he'd ached to hear those words, and then she'd said them. Hangman hadn't quite been able to process it, still silently reeling from seeing the letters he'd written to her- with no intentions of ever relinquishing them to her- in Ghost's hands. Coyote had no right to give them to her, but while Hangman wanted to give his friend a piece of his mind about it, he also recognized that without it, he and Ghost may never have confronted each other about everything.

Ghost twitched in her sleep and whimpered. Hangman placed a kiss on the top of her head, and she settled down. A few moments later, she stirred, squinting at the daylight and letting out an annoyed groan. She shifted slightly up his body to hide her eyes in the crook of his neck.

Chuckling to himself, he whispered, "Good morning."

Ghost only let a tired grunt in response. She had never been a morning person unless it involved getting breakfast, so Hangman didn't take it personally. 

"You hungry?" Hangman queried. 

Ghost nodded but failed to move to let him up. When he pointed this out to her, she mumbled, "I think I'm going to choose starving and staying where I'm at."

Hangman, unable to stop himself from teasing her, said, "Can you say that again? I can't hear you when you're talking into my shoulder."

Ghost twisted her head and rested it on his chest, but didn't look up at him. She repeated what she'd said and added, "You didn't have trouble hearing me talk into your shoulder last night."

Hangman laughed good-naturedly, tugging her closer to him. "That's because you were screaming, not mumbling."

"Shut up." The searing kiss Ghost captured him in took away any seriousness from her statement. God, Hangman couldn't get enough of her. He never believed they'd be like this together, let alone even speaking. And the strangest sensation, the most unfamiliar emotion, settled over him. 

Happy.

He was happy.

Hangman tried to reflect on the last time he felt the way he did now. It didn't take long to figure out it had been before Ghoul died. A time when he and Ghost had briefly returned to Texas, and they sat on the bleachers of their high school football stadium, staring up at the stars, laughing so hard that tears filled their eyes. For the life of him, what they had talked about eluded him, but the memory and feelings remained, and Hangman would savor them forever, including the current moment he found himself in.

Hangman kissed the top of Ghost's head and said, "You relax here. I'm going to cook breakfast."

"No, no, I need to get up. Otherwise, I'll sleep until noon."

"We can go back to sleep after breakfast because God knows we barely got any last night."

Ghost grinned wickedly. "Who says we'll get any after breakfast?"

Hangman debated on saying 'fuck it' and skipping eating if it meant going another round -or two- with Ghost, but the love of his life decided for him, rousing herself out of bed and heading to the bathroom. He forced himself up and threw on some underwear and gray sweatpants before shuffling to the kitchen. He pulled out the bacon, the eggs, and some potatoes and got to cooking, playing some soft country music in the background.

About ten minutes later, Ghost padded in, wearing nothing but her underwear and his t-shirt. He nearly went weak in the knees at the sight but managed to stay upright through sheer stubborness. Ghost sat at the bar and watched him cook. Without a word, he slid a cup of tea over to her, already made the way she liked it with cream and sugar.

Ghost smiled sleepily and said, "I needed this."

"Wake you up for round two?" Hangman asked cheekily.

She snorted softly. "I'm pretty sure it'll be more like round six or seven, but no. It's not just because I got no sleep last night."

Hangman grated the potatoes to prep for the hash browns. "What's up?"

Ghost traced the rim of the cup, staring into the steaming hot liquid. "You know how my mom and dad split up for a bit before I was born?"

"Yeah, your mom came to Cali. Why?"

"She met up with Maverick while she did. They... had a fling."

"Huh. I'm surprised Charlie did that when she was still technically married. I mean, I know your parents were separated, but-"

"That's not the kicker."

"I feel I should stop grating the potatoes for this."

"You might want to sit down, actually," Ghost suggested with mild amusement. Hangman remained standing but braced himself on the counter. "It was roughly nine months before I was born."

"I don't... Oh. OH!" Hangman barely remained standing as the epiphany struck him harder than a plane going Mach 2. "You-you're-"

"Maverick's daughter," Ghost finished, crossing her arms on the counter and resting her chin atop them. "I haven't told anyone else in the Daggers. Not even Juliette. I wasn't planning on anyone finding out, especially Mom and Maverick."

"They know?"

"Yeah. Mom somehow found out, and I know she told Maverick because he tried calling me not long after Mom called me out on it. That was before I came over here, so, you know, was dealing with two existential crises at a time. Figured this one might be more easily solved since it was closer to home."

"Maverick's close to home," Hangman pointed out, tossing the potatoes onto the skillet. "Why not deal with him first?"

Ghost shrugged. "I don't know where to start or what to do about it. With you, I at least had history to go off of."

"And the knowledge that, for better or worse, I just can't say no to you."

Mischief flared in her eyes. "You shouldn't have told me that."

"Food first-" Hangman said, piling her plate with breakfast- "cardio after."

He joined her at the bar, and they said nothing as they devoured their food, starving from yesterday's activities. And last night's. But Hangman didn't mind the silence. It allowed him to wrap his head around everything that had happened and been discovered in the past twenty-four hours, and Hangman couldn't decide what shocked him more: Ghost sitting beside him as more than a friend or the news of Ghost's real father.

Maverick was Ghost's biological dad. 

How... well, he knew how, but still. How would this affect Ghost's relationship with the Captain? How would it affect her relationship with Juliette, who had practically been a surrogate daughter to Maverick? And Rooster, who might as well have been Maverick's son? 

"Trust me, I've had the same thoughts," Ghost said quietly, picking at the last few pieces of hashbrown on her plate.

"How did you-"

"I recognize the expression," she replied simply. "I should probably call my mom back, and Maverick too, for that matter, but I don't want to deal with it. I just... I want to enjoy a sliver of peace and happiness right now."

Hangman grabbed the underside of her stool and pulled her closer to him. "You don't have to face this alone. I'm with you."

"Forever?"

He leaned in and pecked her on the lips. "And always."

Ghost smiled, a blush rising on her cheeks. "Would it be okay if I stayed here a little longer? I don't want to go home yet."

"Of course," Hangman replied immediately, silently pleased not only for his own selfish reasons of keeping Ghost at his side for as long as possible but also because a little voice whispered sinisterly at him that if he let her out of his sight any time soon, he wouldn't see her again for a long time. 

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Before I Knew [Jake "Hangman Seresin x Reader] Ch. 9

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[sarahsmi13s]

Pregnancy Announcement - pt 1: The Dagger Squad

(not my gif)

pairing: jake ‘hangman’ seresin x fem!oc

characters: jake seresin, fem!oc (sarah), the dagger squad, the bradshaws + gunner

warnings: language, marrige, pregnancy, drinking (of age), im sorry if I missed any 

word count: ~1.3k

a/n: this is part 1 of a 3 part headcannon of Sarah and Jake telling there friends and family of their pregnancy. however they are keeping the twins a secret from everyone other than Alyssa and Rooster

this is the next part in this oc series, which is inspired by @roosterscockpit​​ ‘s ( @milesdickpic​ ) story ‘His Little Girl’ and yes the oc is based on me (but is mainly fantasy me lol)

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Sarah and Jake thought the best way to tell the squad about the newest additions was to just invite them over for a cookout, something simple.

“Hey guys,” Jake caught the attention of the group at the Hard Deck.

“What’s up man?” Coyote asked, sitting back on a bar stool.

“Sarah and I were thinking of doing a cookout this weekend, if you guys were down with that. This invitation extends to partners and kids as well.”

The group nodded, “Sure man.”

Jake smiled, “Great! I’ll let her know.” He pulled out his phone and sent her a quick text.

“Where is she anyway?” Alyssa asked, glancing around. “Oh, they had an away game. I would be there but by the time we got off, it was too late. I would have missed it.”

“We need to go to one of the games,” Mav piped up. “Amelia says the games are very interesting. And that Sarah’s got some special plays.”

Rooster smirked, but Alyssa smacked the back of his head before he could speak. “Ow! Why’d you do that? I didn’t say anything!” “You were about to.” 

Jake laughed and shook his head.

“Okay, so everyone’s in?” They all nodded. He clapped his hands, “Perfect. It’ll start at around 3:30 on Saturday.”

When Saturday came around Sarah and Jake were up early and cleaning the house and the backyard.

“Sarah, Sugar, you can slow down. We have plenty of time before people get here.” She shook her head, “I know that Honey, but I just want everything to be clean.” She huffed a little, “Plus, I’ll need to clean the kitchen after prep and cooking and-”

Jake wrapped his arms around her waist, “Darlin’, chill out. I know you want this to go well, I do too. But you can’t stress about it. It’ll be fine.” He pressed his lips to her temple and took the rag from her hand, “I’ll finish this up, you get started.”

Everyone began showing up around 3:15.

They’re military, they show up early. 

Sarah was making the handmade burger patties when the first round of people arrived.

*knock knock* “Oh, crap! Jake! Honey, would you answer the door? I’m in the middle of something?” She called through the open sliding glass door where Jake was getting the back deck setup. “Yeah, sure,” he jogged through the house and opened the front door.

He opened the door, “Oh! If it ain’t the Bradshaws!” “Uncle Jake!” Leia hugged Jake’s waist. “Vapor!” He picked her up and gave her a squeeze. Jake gave Alyssa a side hug and did his best attempt at a bro hug with Rooster.

They walked toward the kitchen, “Oh Sarah~” Jake called.

She wiped her hand on a towel, “Yeees~” She replied in the same tone Jake entered with.

She turned, her smile widening when she saw the group, “Hey guys!” She opened her arms for a hug and Bradley immediately reciprocated, “Future Mrs. Seresin! How are you and baby Seresin?” “We’re doing good. Oh Lyss, you can sit the cupcakes on the counter right there.”

Sarah and Alyssa shared a hug, “Oh, you’re absolutely glowing, girl.” “Thank you. And thank you for bringing the cupcakes.” “Of course.” 

Sarah pointed to her fiancé, “Jake, get out of the cupcakes.”

“It was Leia!” “Was not!”

Sarah pulled back from Alyssa and put her hands on her hips, “Jake, did you just accuse the sweetest little girl on the planet of trying to steal a cupcake?” Leia nodded and Sarah gasped dramatically and shook her head.

It didn’t take long for the rest of the squad and their partners to arrive and the grilling to get underway.

“So, have you and Hangman picked a date yet?” Cyclone asked. Sarah sipped her drink, “Well, we’re shooting for October 7th or 14th but we’re trying to be flexible. You never know when…” Cyclone nodded, sipping his own drink, “I’ll try to keep him home.” Sarah smiled, “Thank you Admiral. We appreciate that.”

Bradley was with Jake by the grill, “Have you guys picked out a venue yet?” Jake shrugged and flipped a burger, “We haven’t really talked about it. All I know is that she wants the wedding in the fall and in Texas.” Bradley nodded and sipped his beer, “So she wants to wait until…” He trailed off not wanting to give anything away.

 Jake nodded, “Yeah, she wants to wait. You know, I think I can talk my parents into letting us use the ranch. She loves it and one of our favorite memories happened in one of the fields.” Bradley pinched his brows, “Hangman, as much as I love both of you, I don’t want to go to a wedding in the same field you-” “No! Dude!” Jake made a shocked face before speaking again.

“Okay, well kinda- but that’s not the point. I’m thinking of it being the field that we danced in. Being just lit up by the headlights of my truck, slow dancing to a country song in the pouring rain. God, I think that was the night I decided she was my forever.” 

Bradley patted Jake’s shoulder, “I’m sure wherever it is, it’ll be beautiful.”

Rooster looked over at Sarah to see her on the deck steps Gunner. “Oooo, Hangman, you better be ready. Gunner has her under a puppy spell.” Jake turned to see Sarah cuddling the puppy as Leia ran around with some of the other kids in the backyard.

He groaned, “I’m gonna be in for a ride…” 

Not too long later the food was ready and everyone had a plate and was sitting at a table, on the deck furniture, or they were standing. 

Jake cleared his throat, “Aviators! And company. Can we have your attention?”

Everyone turned to where Jake and Sarah stood by the sliding door.

He wrapped his arm around her, waist smiling at her as her hand rested on the growing bump that was hidden under her baggy sweater.

“We want to thank all of you for coming out tonight, Jake and I really appreciate it.” 

The group cheered and lifted their drinks.

“As most of you have guessed, this is a cookout to celebrate our engagement. But we also have an announcement to make…”

The group shared looks of anticipation with one another as Sarah smiled up at Jake.

“We’re pregnant!”

The entire squad erupted in cheers, those standing placing their plates on the nearest surface to bring both of them into a hug.

Congratulations were shouted and ‘good luck’s were whispered in Sarah’s ear.

Everyone ate, asking questions about due dates and names. Whether or not they were going to move.

A few hours later, Jake and Sarah were talking to Maverick as he and Penny got ready to head home.

“In just a few months we’re gonna have one more Seresin running around causing trouble, eh?” Both Sarah and Jake laughed, “Yeah…” They sipped their drinks, mumbling the next word into their Dr. Pepper, “One…”

The captain pulled them both in for a hug, Penny and Amelia doing the same afterwards.

“Thank y’all for coming, drive safe!”

Jake and Sarah shared a look, bursting into laughter afterward, “Oh, Mav has no idea.”

A little while later, while the Bradshaws and the Seresins were cleaning, the two spilled, “We need to tell you guys something.”

Both Alyssa and Bradley stood up straight, sharing a look. “Is everything okay?”

Jake nodded, “Oh yeah, everything’s great. There was just a- a-uh-” “A surprise.” “Yeah, a surprise.”

The two look at them expectantly.

“We’re having twins.”

Their jaws drop, “WHAT?!”

Sarah and Jake laughed.

“When did you find out?” “Our appointment last week. The doctor thought the heartbeat sounded odd so she checked and there they were.”

Rooster bro hugged Jake as Alyssa gave Sarah a hug, “Congrats you guys. Hopefully they won’t be too much trouble.”

“They’re Jake’s kids, Lyss. They’re gonna be trouble.” 

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[tinyhousegirl]

Bumps & Bruises - N.T. x B.B.

TW: pregnancy, mentions of nudity, whump. Minors DNI.

Word Count: 1936

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It had started as a regular day at the office. Dogfighting lessons, flight simulators, and training exams filled their time nowadays. It was nothing the two Top Gun pilots couldn’t handle with their years of experience. Then one of their teams had to eject on a training mission over the desert and their day turned into a nightmare. Rooster spent most of the evening in the waiting room for news on their pilot while Phoenix took on the paperwork. It had cast a dark shadow over the base all night, taking the air away from everyone who heard or saw the crash happen. It was one of the only times anybody had ever seen Natasha ‘Phoenix’ Trace cry her eyes out on base outside of her husband.

The Bradshaws finally stumbled home way past dark, takeout in hand, too exhausted to even look at their kitchen. Bradley and Natasha ate on the couch quietly, legs tangled together, neither changing out of their uniforms. A rerun of Wheel of Fortune drowned out their pacing minds. The couple was too tired to come up with conversation. 

As the show wrapped up, Nat slowly leaned over, pressing her shoulder in under his chin. They sat still for a moment before she shifted awkwardly to lean up to his ear. “Come join me for a bath? My back is on fire.” 

Bradley smiled into the fabric of her shirt, planting a kiss on her shoulder. “Yeah. I’ll clean up down here then go start it.”

“I can run my own bath, Roos. I’m pregnant, not useless.”

He let out a small chuckle. “No, you were pregnant three months ago. Now you’re super pregnant.” His hand poked against the bottom of her uniform, the protruding mass in her midsection stretching the tan fabric tight. She rolled her eyes, hands rubbing down either side of her stomach. “You’re 37 weeks, ‘Nix, will you please let me run your bath for you?” 

She leaned up to his lips for a quick kiss and answered with a curt, “no.” And then she was up off the couch with impressive speed given her circumstances. She peered back at him with a smirk. “Hurry up and join me, will ya?” 

He shook his head in disbelief at her waddling towards their bedroom. She was the most stubborn-headed person he knew. But god, did he love her for it. She carried pregnancy with ease and continually showed him how strong and graceful a woman could be. She was his hero. 

He finally got off the couch when he heard the water start running. If his wife could get off the couch and be productive at 9 months pregnant, the least he could do was keep their house clean. Their Chinese takeout boxes were tossed haphazardly on the coffee table, all but empty of a few used napkins. He wandered to the kitchen with the remnants, deciding to clear off a few more items on his way to the trash. 

As he shut the lid, he heard a loud thud above him, accompanied by a high pitched shriek that sent the worst chill down his spine. Rooster didn’t pause as he took off for the stairs up to their bedroom. 

“Nat?” He slid around the corner into the en suite. His stomach dropped as he laid eyes on his naked wife sprawled out on the tile floor, water splattered around her. She had a hand tight around her midsection. Bradley fell to his knees in front of her. “Shit, you okay?”

She nodded her head shakily, shuffling slowly. He took her arm to steady her, grabbing a towel with the other to drape over her shoulders as she climbed to her knees. He moved closer to bundle the towel over her chest, hands moving over her body to make sure she was safe.

“I’m okay. I just slipped.” She let out a tiny whimper as his hand then found her side. He instantly jumped back at her pained expression. His heart was pounding in his chest.

“Are you hurt? Jesus, Nat. This is why I tell you to take it easy.” He began inspecting her waist under the towel, finding the cause of her pain in her bright red skin on the hip. He could see it bruising already. “Fuck, did you land on your side or stomach?” When she didn’t answer quickly enough, he raised his voice. “Natasha, how did you fall!?”

She flinched at his tone, but that seemed to wake her up. “No, no, my side. I fell on my side. I forgot my phone, I wasn’t that wet. I don’t know what happened.” She stuttered out, eyes closed as she tried to catch her breath.

“Were you holding on to the tub when you got out?” 

“No, I just stepped out.” 

Rooster’s head rolled back with an exasperated groan. “Dammit, ‘Nix, what did I tell you about holding on when you get out?”

She scoffed at him. “I don’t need you to boss me around. I’m a grown woman, not a baby.” 

He tossed his arms up slightly. “You’re fucking carrying a baby! I’ve been telling you to take it easy for weeks! You’re not as limber as you were nine months ago!”

“You think I don’t fucking know that? I don’t need you to tell me to be careful with my body, I know what I can handle! You don’t get to yell at me for being me!” Phoenix snapped back, heat crawling up her neck, drowning out the pain in her hips. 

“Obviously you’re not as careful as you should be or you wouldn’t fall.” He countered. 

“Oh, fuck off Rooster. Fuck you.” She jabbed a finger into his chest. “You try carrying a fucking watermelon around for nine months. You try feeling your organs pressed into your ribs as everything in your body rearranges. You get grounded for nine months, if not more. Have everyone make comments about your eating or exercising or your body or the goddamn gender of the baby, like that’s something I can control! So don’t you dare yell at me for wanting to do what I want in my own home!” She was fired up now, her hands smacking his chest with every point as she took the stress of her pregnancy out on him. 

As soon as she finished, Bradley rebutted in her face, too. “I have every goddamn right to yell at you when you’re carrying my child. Our child, Phoenix!” His rage fell short as soon as he felt a thump against his hand. His eyes fell on the exposed bump he had subconsciously held onto when she got in his face. He could see their baby pressing his feet against her skin, squishing up into his hand across the top of the belly. God, he could never get used to that feeling. The adrenaline of anger was quickly flushed out by the elated feeling of that baby’s feet kicking, like he could hear his parents arguing and was telling them to stop. 

Natasha’s fiery gaze followed her husband's, feeling the baby move around within her that would never fail to make her heart flutter. She looked back up at Bradley, whose eyes were filled with tears. 

She had to do a double take. “Bradley, are you crying?” 

“What if something happened to you, to the baby, and I’m not here?” He whispered. 

Her heart broke a little. “Oh, oh, Bradley.” She grabbed his cheek as the first tear fell. “Roos, no. Don’t think like that.”

He melted into her touch as the tears just came pouring out, the dread in the pit of his stomach coming out in full force. “Nat, I-I don’t know what I would do if-”

“Stop.” She cut him off. “Don’t do that to yourself. It’s a rabbit hole of hell. Look at me.” His brown, teary eyes met hers. “I promise I’m okay, baby is okay. I’ll be more careful. I’m sorry if I scared you.” 

She leaned up slowly, putting her arms around his neck to bring him in. Now he was the one shaking. “I-I just want to protect you both. I don’t think I could handle another loss.”

She kissed his forehead. His debilitating fear of loss was always prevalent, but this was one of the few times it reared its ugly head since her pregnancy began. Must’ve been their scary day at work. Nothing like watching one of your pilots nosedive out of the sky to awaken the deepest fears in a person. “Roos, I know you’re scared. I know you wish you could do more but I swear, you are the sweetest, most caring husband and I have no doubts you’ll be an even better dad. We do this together, remember?”

He nodded, locking eyes with her gorgeous brown eyes, grounding himself back to her. She was home. She loved him without fault and he was so lucky she chose him. 

“Will you take maternity leave now, please?”

“Yes, I don’t need any more work after today. I’ll take it easier now.” She planted another kiss on his cheek. “Alright, now help me up. I’m sore.” He gladly obliged, balancing her small frame with a hand on her side as she slowly stood up off the tile floor. 

With the bath all but abandoned, he began to undress from his uniform while she disappeared into his closet briefly. With one of his shirts in hand, Natasha drank in the sight of her husband stripping to just his underwear in front of her. If she wasn’t already pregnant, she’d pin him against their vanity until he put a baby in her. She was so damn in love with him; the hormones weren’t helping her lust. Her husband’s protective nature was one of the many reasons she fell in love with him almost a decade ago, and she continued to love him for it. Even as independent as she could be, she felt safe knowing she could fall back on him. His life had been full of heartbreak and loss, she would do all she could to keep him from that life for their future. Her hand subconsciously found its way to her bare stomach and she smiled.

Bradley’s chest filled with warmth as she put his shirt on; her bump had been big enough for months to press against the edge of his shirts but with a few weeks left it looked like she would explode if she was any bigger. It made his heart swell to see his world grow with and within her. She was his light, his life, the fiercest woman in the world. His Phoenix rising from the ashes to pull him from a broken childhood. The most stubborn and protective pilot, and independent to a fault. And god, he hoped their baby was just like his mother. 

He threw on a pair of basketball shorts and pulled the drain on the bath before she snagged his hand to pull him to bed. Her favorite thing was using him as a body pillow, and tonight was no different. Even as her midsection grew, she would snake one arm under his pillow, the other resting with her bump on top of his abdomen so they both could watch the baby inside. He would happily rub circles against her skin, smiling every time he felt a kick. She would nestle into his neck and fall asleep slowly.

They were only a few weeks out until their entire world changed. But they were Top Gun pilots, how hard could raising a baby together be?

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A/N: I love this ship I love this ship I love this ship. Anyways, I hope to write a collection of events spread out across their relationship so please bother me with ideas!!

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[qvid-pro-qvo]

first moments as family

pairing: bradley bradshaw x jake seresin x natasha trace, pete mitchell x tom kazansky

word count: 2703

rating: teen, cw: for mentions of hospital scenes and brief discussions/descriptions of post-giving birth.

the quiet moments after the storm, and how the family becomes a family, around Nicky, for Nicky, and because of Nicky.

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The hospital room is quiet except for Natasha’s own heartbeat. She’s still connected to the machines, but this is different from the physicals, from the ejections, from the missions. 

Much, much different. 

Her hand instinctively rests over her belly, over the swell still there, even hours later. Smiles gently at the weight under her hand, before her gaze drifts to the bassinet in the corner. 

Where their son sleeps. 

Even through her exhaustion, the need for sleep, and sleep, and more sleep, she can’t help her need to see him. See him herself, without the hustle and bustle of the doctors and everyone else. 

With a careful, shaky breath, she lets her legs dangle over the side of the bed. One, two, three, lift, and she moves, slowly, to the one light source that remains on, sneaking past Bradley and Jake and their long and low snores as they rest on each other. 

“And they didn’t even give birth,” she mutters to herself with a smile, shaking her head. But she doesn’t hesitate to press a kiss to her fingertips and brush it along their knees, right where they knock together as they lean on each other. 

The monitor's cords are just long enough, with enough give she can make it all the way to the bassinet. She can’t help her smile as she gazes down at her son. 

Her son . 

Their son.

He doesn’t stir much as her fingertip brushes over his brow, as it trails down his nose. When she makes it to his lips, she could swear he has a smile, the tiniest hint of one. Had one when he was born, too, when she held him to her chest, as she sobbed out her relief. 

Always smiling.

She spends a few more moments with him, but lets him snooze like his fathers. Chuckles as his hands, in the little onesie Maverick bought for the special occasion, move up to his face before settling back down at his sides and he snoozes again. 

It’s odd, now, seeing him so apart from her. After ten months of feeling him grow inside of her, she can’t help the… empty feeling that seems to threaten the edges of her vision. But seeing him now, outside of herself, after bringing him safe and sound into the world… 

Pride. Love and pride. 

While she knows the monitors need to stay on as much as they can, her bladder tells her it’s time to get up and move. Like the nurses showed her, she disconnects herself from the monitors, but doesn’t move back to the bed to press the call button. She can handle this on her own. Start gaining some kind of independence back.

The bathroom trips are intricate now. Dab, not wipe, cooling pads, the spritz bottle. It’s a complicated sequence, and she winces at the stinging. The gown does provide easy access, at least, but every sensation is a new one. 

A lot of things are new now. Something she’ll have to get used to. 

When she emerges again, her bladder is relieved, and the cooling pad feels so good she almost trembles with it. However, she’s met with two stern looks from her partners on the window seat in the room, and a nurse in the doorway who gives a sheepish smile. 

“I’m sorry,” she tells Natasha, glancing toward Jake and Bradley. “I didn’t mean to wake them, but when you disconnected from your monitors, I just wanted to peek in –” 

“It’s fine,” Natasha says, sighing a little bit. So much for independence. “ I’m fine. I was using the bathroom.” 

“You’re not supposed to be standing on your own,” Bradley chides her, lightly, as he stands and squeezes Jake’s shoulder. “You could’ve woken us, we would’ve helped –” 

“I made it just fine,” Natasha says, reaching for his hand as he offers it to her. And then she smiles, looking between the both of them. “You were resting. I wasn’t gonna prevent you from getting sleep considering we probably won’t get a lot of it for a while.” 

“We’re a team, Nat,” Jake says from his spot, looking up from his phone to smile at her, leaning forward so he can reach and touch her hip. “We’ll handle the lack of sleep when we get to it. For now, we can take care of you.” And when his eyes move to his son, she sees his whole visage soften. “The both of you.” 

“We also got a call to the desk,” the nurse tells them, as Natasha reaches down to touch Jake’s hand. “From someone called Kazansky, wondering if they can come up. I put them on hold for now.” 

“I’m texting Ice right now,” Jake tells them. “Him and Mav are finally here, and they’re bringing some food, too.” 

Mav. Suddenly Natasha’s heart quickens, and she smiles at the boys with a broad grin. “ Perfect . He can come up, they’re both on our approved visitor’s list,” Natasha says to the nurse, turning to her, before looking back. 

“What’s that look?” Bradley says, taking the moment to help her back to bed as the nurse nods and heads back to the nurses’ station. Careful with her gown, careful as she sits, careful and cautious and kissing her head as she leans back. “What’s perfect?” 

“It’s Mav,” Natasha says, looking at Jake and Bradley with a bright smile. “Mav and Ice. They haven’t met him yet.” 

Suddenly Jake’s face lights up, too, and he stands with a sudden burst of energy. “Fuck, you’re right .”  Moves to the bassinet, makes sure the nameplate the nurses made for them is written perfectly. “I’ve gotta get a video of this.” 

But Bradley’s brow stays furrowed, as he looks from Natasha to Jake and back again. Part exhaustion, part misunderstanding. “What do you mean? They know he’s here.” 

“Bradley,” Natasha sighs, before squeezing his hand still in hers. “ Bradley . They know he’s here, sure, but they don’t know his name .” 

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Waiting for Pete and Tom feels like an eternity. Bradley takes to pacing in the small room, legs brushing Jake’s every time he passes the couch where Jake sits again. Jake’s eyes are focused on his phone, sending directions to the two men as they get lost and more lost and lost again in the hospital. But Natasha, Natasha’s eyes stay on her son, her smile bright and big as she lets her fingers trace his features. As she dares waking him so she can hold him in his arms. 

“You’re gonna love Pete,” she tells him, rocking him slowly, adjusting the little hat on his head. “And he’s going to love you. He’s been talking about you for ages. Talks Ice’s ear off about you, and you weren’t even here yet.” 

“You nervous, Bradshaw?” Jake asks, grinning up at him as he passes by him again.”Your pacing is giving me hives, honey.” 

“I’m fine,” Bradley retorts, dodging Jake’s fingers as he attempts to pinch his side. “I’m fine .” 

“You’re nervous,” Jake says again, setting down his phone for a moment to stand and take both of Bradley’s hands. “And that’s okay. But Mav’s gonna love it. Of that I have no doubt.” 

“But is it right?” Bradley says, and his voice cracks a little bit as he looks at Jake, jaw working. “Is it… is it what we should do?” 

Natasha slowly walks over with their son in her arms, bringing him close to Bradley. Lets him catch their little one’s gaze before reaching up with one arm and carefully rubbing his back. 

“It’s up to you, Bradley. It always has been. When we talked about it, I know you were hesitant, and that’s fine,” Natasha murmurs. Watches as one of his hands leaves Jake’s to reach for one of their son’s hands. So small, barely big enough to hold a finger of his father’s. “He’s our son. And we all have to agree, of course. But. I think your dad would be proud. And I think Mav will be, too.” 

Bradley sighs a little. Still shaky. But as their son starts to stir from a long slumber, grips at Bradley’s finger tight, he finally smiles, big and bright. 

“He does look like a Nicholas,” he tells them. Glances back at Jake and gestures to him forward. “Don’t you think?” 

“Nicky,” Jake replies, wrapping his arms around Bradley’s waist. Chin on his shoulder. “Nicky boy.” 

Nicky. Nicky sounds better in Nat’s head, too, as she looks at his tiny face. He doesn’t fit Nicholas yet, but she has no doubt he will. Will grow up strong, and brave, just like his namesakes. 

“Nicholas Peter,” Bradley says firmly. Leaning forward to kiss the boy’s head, chuckling as he squirms in his mother’s arms. And then his eyes meet Natasha’s, and she nods. “Nicholas Peter… Seresin.”

Suddenly Jake stills. His whole body, usually always in motion, becomes a statue. Natasha’s gaze flickers to her face. He’s halfway to reaching Nicky when he stops, mouth falling open a little bit as he stares at their son between her and Bradley. 

“Jake,” Natasha whispers. “Jake… you all right?” 

He swallows. She tries to read the emotions on his face, but it’s carefully schooled into a mask, shut down. 

“... you sure about that?” he murmurs. Finally able to meet their eyes. “That name. It’s not – it hasn’t got a good… legacy behind it.” 

“It’s your name,” Bradley tells him, and his back straightens with it. Firm, certain, sure. “It’s your name, and now it’s his name. Nat and I talked about it, and. If he can’t have ‘em all, he’s having yours.” 

Slowly, the mask falls. Steadily, Jake’s eyes fill with tears until they stream down his cheeks.

And of course, that’s when Mav and Ice make their appearance. 

They’re polite about it. A gentle knock on the door, one that makes Jake startle and wipe at his eyes while Bradley and Nat turn to face them. “Come in,” Natasha calls out, smoothing the front of her gown, making sure it’s tied in the back as Bradley takes Nicky in his arms. “We’re decent, I promise.” 

At first they can’t see either face, balloons filling the doorway, the smell of takeout permeating before either man. But then Pete manages to push through with his hands full of a gift or ten, Ice following behind him with a long-suffering gaze toward his husband.. 

“You’ll never guess who made the first wrong turn,” Pete tells them, glancing back toward Ice. 

Ice’s eyes narrow. His hands move to set the balloons down by the door, before moving upright and using his hands to sign to Pete. 

“Give you all one guess ,” Pete translates. His lip curls down. “Hey!” 

Natasha, Jake, and Bradley all look at each other. “One guess,” Natasha laughs.

“Maverick,” they say at the same time. 

There’s a brief pause. “Okay, it was me. I admit it. But enough of that.” Pete sighs finally, glancing back toward the three of them, just as Jake pulls together enough to stand beside them, hand on Natasha’s back. “Now where’s the kiddo?” 

The moment they both see Nicky in Bradley’s arms… Natasha hopes Jake remembers his phone. But even if he forgets, Natasha thinks she’ll never forget their eyes. Gentle looks, Ice’s mouth opening in a little ‘o’, Pete’s shining look toward the new baby. The way their whole bodies seem to slump a little, overwhelmed as Pete drops the presents and takes a step forward. Everything else seems forgotten. All that’s left is their son. 

“Oh, Bradley,” Pete whispers. Ice’s hands lift to rest on his husband’s shoulders as he takes another step toward them. “Oh, fuck – oh, goddammit, I shouldn’t – god, can I hold him?” 

“Of course, Mav,” Bradley whispers, and Pete steps away from Ice to go wash his hands, doesn’t miss the sniffle as he does. 

Natasha’s eyes meet Ice’s as the two of them step away, Jake standing behind her in a mirror of the admiral before. “ How are you doing?” he signs, slower than he does with Pete as they’re all still picking it up, pointing to Natasha. “Get some sleep?”

“Some,” Natasha tells him, grinning as he watches Bradley talk Mav through holding him, Mav’s protests at remembering how he held baby Bradley just fine not missed. “But good. It’s… different, and new, but we’re doing good. I’m doing good.” 

“She was a rockstar,” Jake tells him, hugging her gently. “But we’re keeping an eye on her. Making sure she doesn’t push herself too hard.” 

“People in this family tend to push themselves too hard. Be sure to rest,” Ice agrees. But he reaches out for her hand, squeezes one in both of hers. “I’m proud of you, kid.”

Her eyes fill with tears at the praise, nodding at him as she leans back into Jake. “You got it, Admiral. Plenty of rest.” 

“Oh, wow .” 

Mav’s awed voice gets her attention. Gets them all looking over, as Maverick holds a newly swaddled Nicky, who looks perfectly content in his arms. 

“Look at him, Tom,” Pete whispers, moving over to him. “Doesn’t he look like his mom?” 

Ice’s nod is slow, seemingly just as awestruck as Mav as he moves closer. His hand reaches for Nicky’s fingers just as Bradley’s did, and Natasha’s throat closes up at the sight of them, so gentle and loving. 

“What’s his name?” Maverick asks, voice still so small. 

And when Natasha says it, she says it with pride. Confident. Certain. 

“Nicholas Peter Seresin.” 

It takes a few moments for it to fully sink it. For everything to click. But when it does, it’s clear. Maverick’s whole demeanor changes, and Bradley moves quick to stand beside him, to reach for Nicky just in case. 

“Oh, Bradley,” Pete whispers. When he looks up again, the tears are free-flowing. “Nicholas… for your dad?” 

“Yeah, Mav,” Bradley murmurs back. “And Peter for…” 

The second hits just as hard as the first. Pete’s eyes widen, big and bright, and Bradley takes Nicky this time, holds him and rocks him as Pete starts to tremble. “Me?” he asks, disbelief. “Why do you think – after me?” He moves closer to Ice, looks up at him before staring at the three of them. “What do you mean? Me ?”

“You. Jake and I agree,” Natasha speaks up. Wiping at her own tears, feeling the hormones and the emotions all collide within her. She moves to sit, Jake with her as she does, rubbing her back. “For Bradley’s dad, sure, but… but also for the bravest man we know. For a man we want our boy to know, and who we want to know him.” 

Maverick just keeps shaking his head. He looks like he needs to sit, but stands anyway, leans against Ice as he watches the three of them. Bradley goes to put Nicky into the bassinet, and when he comes back he squeezes Maverick’s shoulder. 

“You and Ice, Mav,” he tells them, looking between them. “We want him to know you both. As… role models. As leaders.” 

“As grandfathers,” Jake finishes. When Mav and Ice look over, Jake holds Natasha close. “All of us want you both here. As a part of this family. Because… God knows you’ve been there for us, and we want you there for him.” 

Slowly the five of them look around. Meet every gaze, look at every member of the family. Jake holds Natasha, who reaches for Bradley’s hand, who squeezes Mav’s shoulder, who leans against Ice. 

Who finally gives a brilliant smile. 

He lifts a front-facing fist. Bends it at the wrist. Repeatedly. And though Mav doesn’t need to translate, he does, as he nods along, fiercely. Answers for himself, for Ice. 

“Yes. Yes, yes, of course, god, of course.” 

And then he glances back toward Nicky. Laughs as he watches the little hint of that smile. 

“Do we think we’ve got another pilot on our hands?” he asks, raising a brow. “I think we could teach him a thing or two.” 

“Pete,” Ice rumbles out, low, warning. 

Natasha laughs, breathing it in. This moment, with their family. “No matter what he does,” Natasha tells them all, “he’ll have all of us behind him.”

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The Younger Kind Part 56 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: When Bradley finally gets word about a return date, he has no idea what he's about to walk into at home. You tried your best to take care of things by yourself, but your visit to the hospital shows you how much you need someone with you for physical help as well as emotional support.

Warnings: mentions of blood, pregnancy topics, hospitals, mentions of miscarriage, swearing, angst, fluff, and age gap (18+)

Length: 4100 words

Pairing: Single dad!Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x babysitter!female reader

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You managed to get in the car even though Natasha was protesting. "What's wrong?" she asked at least a dozen times as she tried to call an ambulance for you. But you just told her you could drive yourself to the hospital to be checked out. You thought you said the word pregnant to her at some point, but you weren't really sure. Nothing was making very much sense right now. 

There was traffic on every road as dinnertime approached. Everyone else was going out for the night, perhaps for a family meal at a restaurant. You saw kids walking along the sidewalks with their parents, and you started crying. You didn't like leaving Noah to wake up from his nap with Natasha suddenly there instead of you. She would take care of him, of course, but it might confuse him. You didn't see what choice you had in the matter though, as your mind was flooding with worst case scenarios.

What was happening to the baby?

You sobbed as you ran through a yellow light to try to get there faster. What if it was already too late? You were educated enough to know that there were about a million different things that could be going on right now, and they ranged from innocuous to horrifying. Maybe you did something to cause some minor bleeding. Or maybe the baby was already gone.

"Please, no," you gasped as you parked at the hospital and walked quickly through the increasingly dreary weather to the emergency entrance. Your phone was vibrating in the pocket of your sweatpants as you headed right for the desk and blurted out, "I'm pregnant, and I'm bleeding."

The exhausted looking nurse looked up at you and said, "Please have a seat in the waiting area, and I'll come get you when I'm ready for you."

You blinked at her. "I'm bleeding," you repeated in a harsh whisper. "And I'm pregnant."

"Yes," she replied with a nod. "I'll be with you in just a minute."

You took a seat and cried, afraid to use the bathroom in the waiting area, terrified to see more blood when you wiped yourself. Anytime patients came to see Dr. Kelly, you made sure you took care of them right away, especially if they were bleeding or upset. You couldn't stand the tears that would well up in a child's eyes along with uncertainty and fear. 

But then you got it. It only took you a minute to understand that if there truly was something wrong with the baby, then there was nothing they would be able to do at this point.

Your phone was ringing again, and it was Natasha. As the nurse came to retrieve you from your seat, you texted her and let her know you made it to the hospital and to focus her attention on Noah. You were shaking again as the nurse took your temperature and blood pressure, and you wanted to scream at her to do something more than check your vitals. You needed an ultrasound. You needed a doctor. You needed someone to focus on why you were bleeding.

She handed you off to another nurse, and at least he smiled sympathetically at you and said, "We'll get you checked out in no time." But you could barely walk, and you felt his hand wrap around your bicep to keep you upright as he guided you into one of the many rooms in the emergency medicine corridor. "I'll get a doctor right in here, okay?"

His voice was calm, emulating what you tried to do at your own job, and he left you a gown to change into. Once he was gone, you put it on, afraid to check your underwear as you settled onto the narrow bed. The room smelled sterile, and the fluorescent lights were making you nauseous, but he was true to his word. You started counting to yourself, trying to keep track of how much time had passed without panicking, and a few minutes later, a doctor appeared in the doorway.

She spoke your name, and when you nodded, she introduced herself. "You're pregnant?" she asked you evenly as she reached for some latex gloves. She reminded you a bit of Dr. Kelly, and you immediately felt a little bit calmer. 

"Yes. About thirteen weeks along, and I just started bleeding like an hour ago." Your voice broke on your words, but you tried to keep it together. "I'm a pediatric nurse, so I'm not completely proficient in obstetrics, but can you give me an ultrasound and check? I need to know if the baby is okay."

"Lay back so I can see what's going on here." You did exactly as you were told as your heart pounded and panic rose within you. The baby was already so loved; you and Bradley were both looking forward to the due date. Sure, you'd been a little scared of the unknown, but the idea of miscarrying had you sick with worry. 

If Bradley were here right now, you knew you'd feel so much safer, but if the baby was gone, your preference would be to deal with this yourself. The disappointment on his face would be too much to bear. You'd rather never look at him again then have to see how sad he was going to be when you told him. If you had to tell him. 

You ran your thumb along the band of your engagement ring as the doctor gave you a quick examination. "Have you had vaginal intercourse in the last forty-eight hours?"

"N-No," you sputtered. "My fiancé is deployed. He's in Japan."

"Did you masturbate?"

You shook your head; you were so tired, you could barely clean up after dinner each day, let alone get yourself off. "No."

She pulled the gown down again and said, "It's most likely just your cervical tissue reacting to something, but let's get you taken back for an ultrasound to be sure."

"Thanks," you sobbed, letting your palm come to rest on your belly as you closed your eyes and tried to stay afloat in your own terrible thoughts. "I just want to know if I'm still pregnant."

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"Finally," Bradley muttered, running his fingers through his hair as he walked through the hangar with his helmet in his hand. Six weeks was a long time to be away from you right now. Too long, really. He had kind of fallen in love with flying Shadowhawk, but nothing compared to sharing a bed with you and reading bedtime stories to Noah. And he was itching to see the newest ultrasound photos.

He'd been confined to the Naval base at Yokosuka except for one day when the weather was too unsafe to let him fly. He took a short trip back into the city, chaperoned of course, but he was allowed to visit a bookstore. He ended up buying eight books for Noah and the baby, and he couldn't wait to show them to you. And he'd be able to do that soon, because he finally had a return date. If he did his math right, he'd be home in time to take Noah out to get candy on Halloween, as long as he wasn't delayed.

With just a few days left flying Shadowhawk, he really let the throttle tilt. He could hear Admiral Palmer warning him about his speed over the crystal clear comms, and he smiled before he responded. "Yes, sir. I'll ease off." But he didn't until he made a beautiful loop through the air. He was getting used to the ridiculous pressure on his body now, and when he got to San Diego and switched back to his Super Hornet, he was going to miss this feeling. He couldn't wait to try to describe it to you.

He knew what was coming. He was anticipating hours spent looking at his own flight data with the officers, but when the time came, he just felt antsy. The sixth-generation fighter had been moved back into the hangar for storage. He'd taken his last flight. His bags were packed, and he was ready to go home, but he had to pretend to be interested in what came next: at least fifty admirals sifting through data before anything would be determined. Bradley hoped these jets would eventually come to find a home with the US Navy, but it would be years from now if they did. He had done his part, and he wanted to be let loose again.

When he woke up on the day of his departure, he signed a final set of privacy forms before his phone was returned to him as he was ushered out to a car waiting to take him to the airport. He couldn't leave soon enough at this point. All he could picture was your face and Noah's, happy to see him home again. He could practically feel your body in his hands, and it was the only thing he wanted. 

Once he settled in for the short ride, he turned his phone on to find that he only had a tiny bit of battery left. Without even checking to see what time it was at home, he called you. He'd let his phone die talking to you right now if need be, and then he could charge it later. But you didn't answer. That was okay.

"Princess, I'm coming home. I'm on my way to the airport in Tokyo right now, and it's a ten hour flight. I think I'll be landing after midnight, so don't worry about getting Noah out of bed to come pick me up. I'll get an Uber or a taxi. I can't wait to see you, Baby. I love you."

He ended the call, and as soon as he started to investigate all of his missed text messages, the phone died. He was dropped off at the airport with barely half an hour to spare before his flight was scheduled to leave, and that's when he realized he didn't even have his phone charger with him. 

"Fuck," he muttered, rooting around in his bag but coming up with nothing. Maybe it got lost in his room in the barracks when he dumped his bag out? Maybe it was in his duffle which he checked at the airline desk. Regardless, he didn't have time to try to buy a new one, because his flight was already boarding by the time he found the gate. After questioning the flight attendants as to whether or not they had the type of charger he needed, he gave up hope, tossed his phone into his bag and tried to sleep for as much of the ten hour flight as he possibly could. He would be home with his family soon enough.

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You played the voicemail message from Bradley over and over again, but you could barely understand a word that he said. It sounded garbled and fuzzy, and it kept cutting out. He said something about being in Tokyo and something about Noah, and then he told you he loved you, but that's all you could figure out for sure.

"Can you understand what he's saying?" you asked softly, holding up the phone for Natasha to listen to it pretty much as soon as she walked through your front door in her uniform. "I've been trying to decipher this all day."

She took it from your hand and listened to it on speakerphone and then listened again with it pressed to her ear as she made a face. "Hang on," she muttered, playing it a third time. 

She'd been staying at the house with you since your overnight visit to the emergency room. She had essentially been doing everything for you and Noah so you barely had to lift a finger after work each day. You wouldn't have been able to do it on your own, but every time you tried to thank her, she told you it was no big deal and that Bradley was her best friend. You were afraid you were eating into her time with Javy, but she just rolled her eyes and said, "Hoes before bros."

She listened to the message one more time before she said, "It kind of sounds like he's coming home? And he's going to arrive after midnight? And he's getting an Uber from the airport?"

Your heart beat faster. "Do you think he means tonight?"

Noah came running into the living room with a coloring sheet in each hand and Skittles bounding after him. "Aunt Natasha!"

"Hey squirt," she said, picking him up and flying him around the room. She turned back to you and said, "Hopefully it means he'll be back tonight. Let's just leave the porch light on after dinner in case." Then she hauled Noah off to the kitchen where she started cooking while you took a shower. 

Dr. Kelly had immediately cut your hours back for which you were so thankful. She was very understanding when you talked to her. Tomorrow was Halloween, and it was Saturday. The plan was for Natasha to wear the costume you originally bought for Bradley, but if he arrived home tonight and was able to function tomorrow, maybe he'd want to go out to collect candy himself. You were just aching to see him at this point, and now your skin was tingling with the anticipation of him holding you.

After you ate, you tried to clean, but Natasha said, "I'll clean up after Noah's in bed." And then she sent you to the couch with a blanket while she and Noah took Skittles for a long walk down to the beach. You fell asleep there shortly after they left, and you weren't surprised that you ended up in your bed even before Noah was in his for the night. 

You let Natasha take care of everything while you tried to text Bradley again. You'd been trying all day, but he hadn't responded to a single one of them. You checked to see which flights were currently on their way from Tokyo to San Diego, and three of them were arriving late tonight. Honestly, the garbled voicemail had you on edge all day long, making you more exhausted than usual. You fell asleep hoping that he was on one of the flights and that he would be home soon.

And then you woke up to a loud voice coming from the living room. You jolted in bed, throwing the covers off of you in alarm before you realized that the voice was familiar.

"Princess? Baby, it's me! It's Bradley. I didn't want to scare you."

"Bradley," you gasped, jumping out of bed and grabbing at your nightstand until you could get your footing. "Bradley!" you called out a little louder.

"It's me, Baby," he answered. "Is Nat here? Why is her SUV in the driveway?"

You nearly collided with his best friend in the dark hallway, and when you both made it out to the dimly lit living room, you saw him standing there. Tears filled your eyes as you raced for him, and he picked you up into his arms and cradled you against his big body while Skittles whimpered at his feet.

"Daddy," you whispered, aware that Natasha was standing right behind you. "I missed you so much."

He kissed along your neck and your cheek and all of the parts of your face that he could reach as he said, "I love you. I love you so much. I missed you and Noah and the baby." He ran his nose along the shell of your ear and said, "Hey, Nat. What are you doing here? And why are you holding my mom's antique lamp?"

You turned to glance at her over your shoulder where she was indeed standing with the lamp in her hand at her side in her ratty old shirt and lounge pants. "I was making sure you were really you and not an intruder."

He laughed. "You were going to beat the shit out of me with a lamp?"

"Absolutely," she said with a yawn. "Welcome home." Then she turned and went back to the extra bedroom leaving the two of you alone.

Bradley's lips were on yours immediately, and even though you knew you had so much to tell him, you let yourself enjoy the indulgence of his kisses. You whimpered against his mouth and brushed your fingers softly through his hair. "I'm assuming we need to talk," he murmured. "You wanna tell me why she's here?"

You nodded and whispered, "Let's go to the bedroom."

He left his bags on the floor and carried you there immediately, setting you on the unmade bed and dropping down next to you. The room was pretty dark, and you curled up against his body, getting as close to him as you could. You inhaled his scent and soaked up his warmth, finally feeling better than you had in over a month. All of the fear seemed to wash away as he said, "I'm sorry I only left you that one message, but my phone died, and I can't find my charger. Nobody on my flight had the right one either, because apparently my phone is as ancient as I am."

You laughed softly. "I like vintage things, remember?"

"I do recall that," he replied easily. "Is tonight the first night Nat slept here?"

You took a deep breath and whispered, "No. She's been staying here for about a week to help out. Ever since I started... bleeding."

"Bleeding?" he echoed, his arm wrapping around you a little tighter as you nodded against his neck and tried to gather your thoughts. "Princess, what happened?"

His voice was alert and strong yet worried and cautious, and you told him, "I went to the bathroom last week, and when I wiped I was bleeding." His sharp intake of breath had you scrambling as you said, "The baby is okay."

"Are you okay?" he asked, gently rolling you onto your back to get a better look at your face. "Fuck. I should have never agreed to go away." He ran his big hand across your forehead and down your cheek. "Are you okay?"

"I'm okay," you promised as you cried for what seemed like the hundredth time. "I was just so scared," you admitted, your voice barely a squeak. "I was so scared the baby was gone."

You realized Bradley's fingertips were rubbing soothing circles against your side as he whispered, "I'm sorry I left. I'm so sorry I wasn't here to take care of everything. Please, tell me what happened. Tell me everything."

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Bradley got you cuddled under the covers, and he turned the lamp on so he could better see your face. You looked beautiful if not exhausted, and he was so grateful for his best friend being there for you. "I guess I overdid it a little bit," you admitted. "I took some extra hours at work and started getting the bedroom ready for the baby. I just wanted the weeks to pass quickly, you know? When I started bleeding, I called Natasha, and she came right over. She's basically been here since then."

He kissed your nose. "What did the doctors do?"

You closed your eyes and whispered, "They checked me over. Every inch. And they found that I needed progesterone shots. They caught it just in time, so maybe it was good that I ended up there."

Bradley felt like an idiot, but it didn't matter as long as you were okay. "What's the progesterone for exactly?"

You smiled as you snuggled closer to him. "It'll make my uterus better for the baby. Safer. The injections are pretty common, and I only need to get them a few more times. But I'm tired of all the needles, and now I can kind of understand how some of my own patients feel."

Bradley laced his finger with yours and asked, "And you're sure you're okay? Perfectly safe and healthy?"

"Yes. The baby is, too."

He kissed your forehead as he realized he was crying. "Just as long as you're okay, Princess. I love you." You nodded as you fell asleep, and he knew how badly you needed to rest. After he turned the light off, he held you against his chest and tried to make sense of everything. 

You and the baby were okay. Your doctor and the staff from the emergency room were monitoring your blood work every week now. You were getting injections in your thigh which were making your leg sore and bruised, but it was helping the baby. As much as he'd loved flying Shadowhawk, he regretted his time away from home a little bit more now.

When you rolled away from him around six o'clock, he had barely slept. Carefully, he extracted himself from the bed, and Skittles came trotting right over to him. He picked her up and straightened out the wrinkled clothing he had been wearing for way too long, but when he walked out to his kitchen, he found Nat was already there. She turned to face him as Skittles started licking his face, and he walked right into her arms for a hug.

"Thank you," he whispered, letting her hold him while he cried. "Is she really okay? She told me she's fine."

She rubbed his back and said, "Mostly. I think. She is stubborn, Bradley. When I got here, she drove herself to the emergency room before I even had a full grasp of the fact that she was pregnant. She told me to stay with Noah until she came home, and when I told her I'd get Javy to come stay here while I met her at the hospital, she yelled at me."

"That tracks," he said softly. He thought about how you stood up for him and Noah and fought alongside him for custody. Even after you got hurt. Even after he hurt you. 

"She was terrified that you'd be upset about a potential miscarriage."

Bradley felt like she slapped him in the face. "Shit," he grunted as she released him from the hug. It wasn't like that kind of thing could usually be prevented. He would have been sad, yeah, but only because he was so excited. He wouldn't have been upset with you though. Not at all. "I'll talk to her more about that when she wakes up." He scratched his head and set Skittles down. "Did you clean my kitchen?"

"Yes," she replied evenly as she switched on the coffee maker. "And if you try to thank me for anything I did, I swear to god, I will fucking key your Bronco. I did it for her, because she needed help."

He caught himself before he could thank her again, too afraid to find out if she was telling the truth. She probably was. "I'll make sure she's getting all the rest she needs. She will not be lifting a finger around here."

"That's what I like to hear," she said, patting him on the chest. "Now, I'm going to take one of your travel mugs full of your overpriced coffee from your fancy machine and head back to my place. I'll call you later, and I'll stop by tonight to hand out candy to your trick-or-treaters while you take Noah around the neighborhood."

"Shit, I guess I need to go out and buy candy and costumes and everything."

As her coffee brewed, Nat said, "It's all been taken care of. The bags of candy are on top of the fridge."

Bradley glanced in that direction and said, "You have to let me repay you, Nat."

She grabbed the travel mug and pulled her keys out of her pocket, brandishing them in his face. "Fuck around and find out, Bradshaw. You will not thank me, and you will not pay me back. You'll just let me come over and play with Noah at least once a week now while you take care of your wife-to-be. Those are my terms. Have a nice day."

"Okay," he called out, following her to the door to make sure her key went directly into her own ignition where it belonged. Then he got to work, pulling up some recipes on his phone; he was going to attempt to be the best dad and almost husband in the entire world, because that's what his family needed. 

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If you have been through any of this kind of shit like I have, I'm sending you a hug. It's stressful and scary, and not something you should have to deal with alone. Bradley is home and ready to be the absolute best. Thanks to @mak-32 and @beyondthesefourwalls

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[ereardon]

Before I Knew [Jake Seresin x Reader] Chapter Nine

A Jake Seresin unexpected pregnancy fic

Overview: On your first night after moving to San Diego to spend more time with your brother Bob, you unknowingly have a one night stand with his teammate Jake Seresin. For the first time in his whole life, Bob has a closely knit friend group and you’re desperate not to rock the boat. But an unexpected and unplanned pregnancy upends your world, forcing you and Jake closer together, against Bob’s wishes. What will happen when you find yourself actually falling for the father of your unborn child? 

Pairing: Jake Seresin x Reader; Bob Floyd x Sister!Reader 

Warnings: Pregnancy, cursing, eventual smut, angst

Chapter summary: Ducky and Bob have a heart-to-heart after his accident

WC: 1.7K

Masterlist here; previous chapter here

You were officially in your second trimester. Twelve weeks. 

You stood in the mirror, holding your hands against your lower stomach. There was a definitive bulge. More than gas or constipation or a food baby. 

A real baby. 

“Y/N?” Jake’s voice floated through the apartment. “I’m home.” 

“One sec,” you called out, pulling your loose shirt back down. You didn’t want him to see it. Even though the secret was out, you still felt like it was just for you to know it was there. In the kitchen, Jake set down a pizza and a bag of groceries. 

“I got dinner.” 

“I’m starving,” you replied, sitting down on a chair at the table and flinging the box open. “Hell yes.” 

He chuckled, leaning back against the cabinets, green eyes watching you greedily as you pulled a cheesy slice out, savoring it on your tongue. “That baby is going to be thirty pounds and twenty of it is going to be cheese.” 

“Shut up,” you replied between mouthfuls. “It’s your fault if they’re enormous. Isn’t that the man’s genes or something?” 

“I see you’re reading the pregnancy books.” 

You rolled your eyes. “Like you are.” 

“Actually, I am.” You looked up, squinting. Jake shrugged. “What? Not much to do during training when we’re waiting for a group to do their test flight.” 

“So you’re telling me Mr. Pilot sits around and reads What To Expect When You’re Expecting between top secret dangerous missions?” 

Jake took a seat across the table and yanked on a slice of pizza. “Pretty much.” 

“You’re not what I expected,” you replied sincerely. 

His eyes landed on yours. “You’re better than I expected.” 

A silence enveloped the room. “Jake—”

Your cell phone buzzed on the table. 

“Hello?” You listened intently for a moment, eyes widening. Jake’s gaze never left yours. “Thank you,” you whispered, pulling the phone away. 

“What is it?” he asked. “Y/N? Is everything OK?” 

“It’s Bob,” you murmured. “He’s awake.” 

***

Anxiety — heavy and damp — sat in your chest, curled around your stomach, clenching your insides. You took a deep, quivering breath, and pushed the door open. 

Bobby looked up, squinting from behind his large frames. He looked thinner, the effects of being in a coma for almost five days. 

Quietly, you stepped closer. “Hi.” 

“Hi Ducky.” 

You choked back a sob. “How are you?” 

“Terrible,” he replied and you frowned, looking over at the monitors. But nothing was beeping or going insane. Nothing felt out of the ordinary. Bob shook his head. “I’m fine, honey. I just messed up.” 

“Phoenix said there was nothing that could have been done differently. That there wasn’t even time to think.” 

He shook his head and grimaced. “Not about that. I don’t care about that. I messed up with you. With us.” 

“Oh.” Your voice trembled. “Bobby, I—”

“I love you, Ducky,” he said and you felt a tear slip down your cheek. “And I fucked it all up. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” 

“It’s OK.” 

“It’s not,” Bob said. There was an exhaustion in his voice. “You needed me. And I did the opposite of what I should have. I spent my whole life trying to be a good brother. And the second you really, truly needed me, I pushed you away.” 

“You were mad at me,” you whispered. “I messed up everything you did to get me where I was supposed to go. I get it.” 

Bob shook his head. “It’s not my job to tell you what to do with your life, Y/N.”

“You’re just realizing that?” 

He smiled softly. “I’m a little behind.” Bob paused. “Will you forgive me?” 

“Always.” 

Bob reached out a hand and you took it. How many times had you held Bob’s hand in yours? You could count very few times when you were the one taking care of him. You reached down and pulled the hem of your shirt up, exposing your bare stomach. Bob’s eyes went wide as you pressed his flat palm against your warm skin. He could feel the raised curve of your expanding belly. 

“Promise me something, Bobby,” you whispered. He nodded. “You don’t leave us again.” 

Tears flooded his eyes and you pressed down against his hand, the two of you covering the bump with your intertwined fingertips as he sobbed. After a moment, you leaned forward, wrapping your arms around his neck, holding him close. Bob’s fingers gripped you, hard, holding you so tight you thought he might never let you go. “I promise, Ducky,” he whispered into your ear. “I love you.” 

“I love you, too, Bobby.” 

***

You had an armful of books, leaning against the front door trying to undo the lock when it swung open unexpectedly and you tumbled inside. A pair of warm arms caught you midair. “Woah!” 

Jake pushed you to an upright position, one of his hands resting on your low back, the other pressed against your arm. “What are you doing carrying all of those?” he demanded, taking the books out of your hands and putting them down on the table. 

You rolled your eyes. “I work at a library, Jake. Don’t you think I carry around books all day?” 

“Guess I never thought about it,” he said. “But I don’t like it.” 

“You don’t have to pretend to be worried about me,” you huffed. 

“Who said I’m pretending?” 

The air in the room froze. You looked up at Jake. He had obviously gotten home only minutes before you because he was still wearing his flight suit, hair tousled and sweaty, some pieces matted to his forehead. It was unfair how good he looked when you were wearing practically a potato sack, the only thing that didn’t tug against your expanding stomach. You shook your head and put your tote bag down on the ground, whirling around to face him. “I think there’s some stuff we didn’t talk about when we moved in because of everything that was going on. So maybe we need to have that conversation.” 

Jake nodded and you two took a seat on the couch. God, the cushions felt good against your screaming back. How the hell you were going to do six more months of this you weren’t sure. “Alright, darlin’, I’m listening.” 

“That,” you said, raising a finger and he frowned. “Cute pet names.” 

“I can’t call you pet names?” 

“We’re roommates, Jake. Nothing more.” 

“You’re carrying my child.” His voice tipped as he said that last word. “You’re more than a roommate and we both know it.” 

“I’m just a girl who lives in the guest room,” you whispered. 

“Is that what you want?” 

You nodded. “I want you to live your life like you would normally. Date, even.” 

He raised an eyebrow. “You want me to date?” 

“Sure.” 

Jake squinted. “Are you going to date?” 

“Nobody wants me,” you replied and his face fell. “A pregnant twenty-three-year-old? Yeah, no, not the hottest commodity on the market.” 

“But if someone asked you?” 

You shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe.” 

Jake’s green eyes, normally so luminous, darkened. He nodded tightly. “Got it.” 

“You should feel free to date whoever you want,” you replied. “Phoenix, maybe.” 

“Nat? Seriously?” 

“Don’t act like you haven’t been there done that.” 

His eyebrows shot up. “She told you?” 

“Yup. Really get around, don’t you?” 

“Could say the same about you.” He looked up as the realization of what he had said crossed his mind. For a moment, the room was silent. Then you laughed, and so did Jake. 

“Fuck you,” you said, chuckling. “You’re a dick.” 

“It’s my unique draw.” 

“Well your pregnant roommate isn’t going to be much of a chick magnet,” you replied, standing up. “So I would go to the girl’s house, if given the option. I’ll do the same.” 

“Are you really going to fuck random guys?” Jake asked as you made your way toward the hallway and bedroom.

You turned. “I fucked you, didn’t I?” 

***

“Be careful you idiot!” 

Bob shot you a dirty look. “Aren’t moms supposed to be nice?” 

“Not a mom yet,” you replied, hands resting on your stomach for a moment before you slapped a hot cheeto out of his hand. “Doctor said whole foods.” 

He groaned. “Can I have Hangman stay with me instead? He might actually be a better alternative.” 

“You’re stuck with me for another day,” you said, leaning back onto the couch. Bob sat in a reclining chair across from you. 

“Ducky?” 

“Yeah?” 

“You scared?” 

“Terrified.” 

“I don’t know what’s crazier. That my little sister is going to be someone’s mom. Or that I’m going to be Uncle Bobby.” 

“Uncle Bobby,” you repeated. It sounded strangely familiar on your tongue. “It fits though.” 

“So you’re not mad at me?” he asked. 

You frowned. “Think this was the longest I’ve ever stayed mad at you in my life. Except maybe the time you donated my pony collection.” 

“I couldn’t have a horse girl for a sister,” he replied. “Besides, you were fifteen.” 

“Was not!” 

“Yes you were, because it was the same year I punched Mike Turner for kissing you on the front porch.” 

“God, that feels like ages ago.” 

“You were just a kid,” Bob replied softly. “You’re still a kid to me.” 

“I’m an adult, Bobby,” you whispered. “More adult than you.” 

“Hey!” 

“Why don’t you have a girlfriend?” 

Bob blushed. “No time, Ducky.”

“I’ve heard stories from the team.” You raised your eyebrow. “Apparently you’re a hot commodity at the bar.” 

“Don’t listen to anything Bradshaw says.” 

“Jake said it, too.”

“Really don’t listen to anything Hangman says.” 

“Are you happy, Bobby?” 

He frowned. “Does being in a relationship automatically make you happy?” 

“No,” you sighed. “But it’s better than being alone.” 

“You’re not alone, Ducky,” Bob said quietly. “You have me. And Jake, unfortunately.” 

You leaned back against the couch. “Yeah. I have you. And Jake.” 

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[anniesocsandgeneralstore]

“ i always wanted kids… ” “ that kid’s gonna be the most insanely loved baby in the world. ”

werewolf au please.

!!!! thank you!! I put this in Brad's perspective cause werewolf him always gets me in my feels

EDIT: just saw that @ahopelessromanticwritersworld requested the second prompt as well!! so sorry i didn't notice that before love

hope you like!

Ronnie was at the house picking up the last of her things from childhood. The old onesies their mom demanded they keep and the baby blanket that Ronnie slept with until she was seven. Bradley tried not to fidget or keep his distance as he helped her with the box. But it was hard when she smelled like another Alpha and was about to have his first pup.

"When're you due again?" he asked as he set the box down on the table in the entryway.

Ronnie struggled down the last few steps with a hand pressed into her lower back. She chuckled, relieved when she finally made it. "Literally any day now."

"Come on, sit down for a sec." He urged her into the living room where she gratefully lowered herself down onto the couch, hands absentmindedly running over her large belly. Brad shifted on his feet as he watched her. "You nervous?"

"No, not really." Ronnie shrugged as she smiled up at him. "You know I always wanted kids."

Ever since becoming the Luna of Red Sky Pack, Ronnie had this assurance around her that had never been there before. This calm confidence. A certain kind of power.

Brad nodded. "Yeah."

The sound of tires crunching over gravel floated in from outside. Ronnie made a small noise as she pulled herself off of the couch with a bit of help from her brother.

"That's Jake. I'll make sure to text you when baby decides to make their entrance."

Bradley walked her out the door. Throwing a curt nod at Jake who remained in the driver's seat of his truck as Brad put the box in the bed. Ronnie was apprehensive as she looked up at her brother, lip caught between her teeth as she mulled something over. But Brad knew what she was thinking about. He grew up with her, knew her like the back of his hand.

He may not have been her Alpha anymore, but he was still her brother.

"That kid's gonna be the most insanely loved baby in the world," he said as he pulled her in for a hug. "You know that, right?"

She wrapped her arms around him as best she could with the belly in the way. "Yeah. I know."

After that, she got inside the truck and drove away. And Brad watched her leave.

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So, I know you mentioned it took Mrs. B about a year to get pregnant with Goose and in the ultrasound story she said she was relieved to finally be pregnant. Did Mrs. B and/or Bradley ever worry that they wouldn’t be able to have children?

Mrs. Bradshaw definitely started to get a little nervous/stressed out when she realized getting pregnant wasn’t as easy as she had always assumed it would be. In my headcanon, she and Bradley got married in February and were pretty much actively trying for a baby from that point on. She finally got pregnant with Goose at the very end of November, and realized she was pregnant in December, a few weeks before Christmas.

Both Bradley and Mrs. Bradshaw wanted children very badly, so it was hard for her that it wasn’t something that happened right away, despite how much they were obviously trying. There were definitely some tears shed over negative pregnancy tests before she finally got that first positive one.

Bradley was always extremely supportive though. He knew deep down that it was going to happen for them. He was constantly reminding Mrs. Bradshaw not to be so hard on herself. It was Bradley’s idea to stop worrying so much about ovulation cycles and to just make love when they felt like it—which was pretty much all the time anyway 😉 And obviously it did happen for them—three times!

Just like with the stories of Mrs. Bradshaw’s perinatal anxiety, I wanted my stories of Mrs. Bradshaw’s pregnancies to be realistic and showcase the reality of some people’s experiences. Just as I have friends who struggled with perinatal anxiety, I also have friends who didn’t get pregnant as quickly as they would have liked/on the timeline they wanted. I think when it comes to stories about pregnancy, it’s easy to think that it always happens so immediately, but that’s not the case for a lot of people.

Anyway, that was a very long-winded response, but thank you for asking! 😊

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