#hayden everett x y/n

[georgiapeach30513]

Keys in Your Ignition, Part 29

Summary:  you have your doll baby!

Pairings:  Hayden Everett X Reader

Rating:  explicit

Warnings:  explicit language, explicit sexual content, PIV sex, unprotected sex, sleepy sex, pillow talk, creampie, alluding to Angel’s abuse, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  6.5K

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*dividers created by @firefly-graphics​

“Mmm,” Hayden moans as he kisses over your shoulders.  His hand wraps around your waist, dipping below your panties, and your back arches into him.  “How are you already wet?”

“I was dreaming that you were fucking me in my sleep,” you whisper, and Hayden pulls aside your panties, and you feel the heavy weight of his cock on your backside along with his heated breath on your neck, “Just stick it in.”

“Woman, don’t rush me,” he gives a quick peek over your shoulder to ensure that Cozy was sleeping with her little diaper butt stuck in the air.  “I want another one,” you give him a quick smack to his arm.  “She’s so cute though.”

“Please don’t talk about our daughter and how cute she is when…ahh,” you both whimper as he slides in balls deep.  “Haydes,” pulling his arm up higher, you hold onto him tightly as he pumps into you.  Nothing but you and him, airy breaths and his strong and still gentle touch.  The best wake-up call.  Enjoying every moment that you could with him in this way.  Not that sex was the only reason you loved Hayden, but the fact that he was the only one that got to have this part of you made you that much more desperate for him.

Your husband was a horny man, but he knew how to take care of you, and your emotional needs, and especially your physical needs.  He knew that since Cozy was born you just want something sweet and sensual.  And the way that he continues to kiss on your neck, moaning with every soft stab into you.  When you start to get a little too loud, the hand you're gripping onto moves to put two fingers into your mouth.  Keeping it busy and quiet as his motions quicken.

“Doll, baby, you almost close?”

“Mhmm,” you mumble over his fingers.  Giving the digits a suck, just to hear him moan in your ear.  

“Eh,” Cozy sits up in her bed, rubbing at her eyes, and looks directly at the camera, “Eh,” her cries are not even cries, just the sweetest little noises so you know she’s awake.  “Eh.”

“Uh-uh,” you shake your head back and forth.  “Finish,” he moves a bit faster.  Rutting into you with more need, and then the bottom lip juts out on your baby.  Her cry gets a bit louder, but it’s still the sweetest little thing.  Screams did not happen with this baby.  They were soft cries, and she made everyone’s heart break every time.

You have to keep Hayden focused, or he will lose control, “Dada,” she only said that when she was demanding attention.  “Dadadadada,” and the cry that follows is a bit more painful, and then her hand slaps on her bed, and the most pitiful, “Mama!”

“No!” Hayden grunts on your back.  Giving your shoulder a little nibble as he drives into you.  You were the weak one when it came to her.  “Don’t you dare.  Uh!  Oh god.  Doll, I feel you, baby.  You’ve got me in a fucking vice grip.  Let go.  Let go for me, sweetheart.”

The way he takes care of you, and the way he holds off on his own pleasure, just to make sure you get off first.  He is perfect.  You couldn’t imagine a better person to spend your life with, or make the sweetest little pouty babies with.  “Don’t listen to her, right now.  Doll, listen to me, baby, I’m so close.  You feel me?  You feel how you have me twitching?”

“Yeah,” closing your eyes, and blocking out her sweet cries of dispair, you are only there for Hayden.  Feeling every part of him.  Every inch, every ridge, and even the slight curve to his cock.  “Haydes!” Your back arches even more, letting him go even deeper, and with two more hard thrusts, he shoots his load deep into your womb, leaving the two of you panting, and holding onto each other.

“Mama,” her pitiful little cry was still so soft, as she presses her head against the side of the crib, making you pout as she calls out for you again.  Already growing weary of you not responding.

“Haydes, she needs me,” you turn to look at him, pouting.

“Yeah, I bet your boobs are nice and full.  Ready for her to suck on.  Go on.  Go get our baby so she can nurse, and stare at me.”

“Mama.  My mama.”

“They do hurt though.  You know she loves you.”

“And she’s obsessed with you and the Andy Barber.  If she hears either of your voices, she completely ignores me.  It’s cruel.  She’s a meanie,” you give him a quick kiss to his nose, trotting off to the bathroom to clean yourself up, while he straightens up the bed.  “I’m going to grab something to drink while you get her, do you need one of those boobie cookies?”

“Quit calling them boobie cookies,” giggling when you walk back into the bedroom.  “They help with milk production.  They’re good for us.”

“Yes, yes.  Good for the boobies.  What’s good for the boobies is good for the Cozy girl, and for daddy,” he wiggles his eyebrows at you, and when Cozy softly cries again, you run off to grab her, ignoring him in the process.

Creaking open the door, she gives you the sweetest smile despite the tears that have made her chubby cheeks glisten.  “Mama,” she whispers, clapping her hands.  “My mama!”

“Good morning, Cozy baby.  How did you sleep?  Nom nom nom,” you pick her up, nibbling on her chubby little cheeks, and she reaches back to her bed making grabby hands at her little gray bunny.  “Okay, I’ll get it, my darling.  Your cousin Sailor has one, too. She does.  And it was…it was going to be your big sister Luna’s.  Let’s get you changed, my baby.  And then we’ll go get in the bed with daddy, while you nurse.  Does that sound good?”

“Yeah,” she whispers out, letting you lay her back on the table to change.  Hayden hangs out in the bedroom, watching and listening to the two of you on the monitor with the sweetest smile.  Hearing his two girls babble in the morning.  Bonding while you ready her for the morning, with lots of kisses, and cuddles.

“And Cozy is finished.  Can you quit eating BunBun?  Let’s go see daddy, okay?”

“Yeah!” She grabs a hold of your arm as you carry her into the bathroom, getting the biggest two teeth smile when she sees her daddy, “Dada!”

“Are you going to let daddy hold you?”

“No,” she continues cheesing, holding you even tighter when Hayden’s face falls.  He looks up at you with the biggest puppy dog eyes.  You knew he was only playing, but man, if he wasn’t so proud of his daughter.  He could never get enough of her, and wanted to hold her any chance he could.

“Leave her be.  She is ready to…”

“Suck on the boobies!”

“Yeah!”

“Stop saying that, Haydes,” giggling as you sit down beside him, and Cozy was already pulling your pajamas down.  Mouth wide open as she tries to latch on.  “She’s going to go school telling everyone she loves to suck on mama’s boobies.”

“Not as much as daddy loves sucking on them,” Cozy gives a bit of a growl as Hayden pushes back her soft curls.  Their eyes locking together, and never looking away, “See, she’s torturing me.  She’s proving that she gets to suck on the boobies while people watch, but I can’t suck on the boobies while people watch.”

“Next time we’re at your parents’, just sit in my lap, and pull out my tit and start sucking then.  Or maybe in front of Steve and Tulip.  I mean, Bucky is still crashing at their house, maybe he would like the show.”

“Cozy, I see where you get your meaniness from; your mama is just as mean.”

“Ow!” You playfully scream when Cozy growls again, getting a little smack on the chest from her.  “You tell daddy that he’s being silly.  He gets to suck on things that no one else gets to, huh?”

“Please don’t talk about me sucking on your cupcake in front of her.  I get it, what I get to play with no one does.  And Cozy, I sure do love playing mama.  I like playing with her a lot,” his voices gets softer as he moves in closer to you with a dopey grin.  Not stopping until it’s your lips pressed against his.  The two of you caught in the sweetest little kiss.  Mornings have never been more sweet than when you had a baby.  Even if she was pushing his arm away.  Even if you could hear the Doodle’s feet upstairs as him and Curtis get out of the bed.  Right now it was just you and Hayden, and Cozy.

“Your boyfriend and our first child will be in here in a second,” he says when you cant find the will power to pull away from his kiss.  “I seriously think he just wants to see your boobies.”

“He knocks at the door,” you mumble, trying to pull him closer.  “After Doodle goes outside.”

“I’m only kidding.  I know he’s already seen your boobies.”

“Shh, just kiss me, daddy.”

“Growl, yes ma’am.”

“No!  Call me baby.”

“Whatever you need Doll, baby,” he says as he closes the gap between you again.  Slotting his lips against yours.  The best mornings happened every morning.

“Mama?” Cozy pouts up at Hayden, while you finish up a test.  She didn’t hate Hayden, she just was attached to you.  Giving her dad a little irritated grunt, and she was looking at the office, pumping her fist towards the door, “My mama?”

“Mama is working, baby,” she shakes her head no, still looking towards the office, ready for you to get her.  “Yep, do you want daddy to wear you?” Excitedly Cozy nods her head, leaning over to lay her head on his belly, “That sounds so weird.  Let me get, ah, the carrier,” reaching towards the carrier that stayed beside the couch, Cozy bounces up and down ready to be worn and walk around.

“Front or back?” That chubby little hand pats on his belly, and he gets so proud of her, “you are the smartest little thing ever.  Yep, smart like your mama and your daddy.  Does my Cozy baby want puffs or yogurt?”

“Yeah!”

“Okay, both it is there.  Here you go, let’s get a snack, and we can throw a ball to Doodle, okay?”

“Yeah!”

This is how you found the sweetest things in the world.  Hayden throwing a ball to your bestest boy, while he constantly hands Cozy one of her snacks and her chubby little self happily screeches at Doodle.  His nose gives her flailing feet a tap every time.  “You know, Haydes, I thought you were sexy when I saw you shirtless for the first time.”

“I know you did, baby,” leaning to the side, he gives you a quick kiss, shushing Cozy when she says mama, “Quiet, Coze, daddy still wants to hold you.”

“But this,” you give that sweet little angel on her daddy’s chest a kiss to her head, and she looks up at you, still repeating her mantra of mama, “Our little fenced in backyard, with our handsome boy, this sweet babe on you…Haydes, this is you at your sexiest.  Like how could I want anything more?”

“Well, you are almost finished with school, and you my beautiful wife will be a CPA.  I’m just glad that you let me share this life with you,” Doodle stops in his tracks, howling suddenly, “We have company.”

“Uh huh.”

“And you knew, and didn’t tell me.  That can only mean one thing.”

The side gate opens up, and in trots Andy, Amaris, and even the caseworker that didn’t seem to be away from these two, even if Andy wasn’t giving any information on that.  “Andy Barber,” Hayden turns towards the trio, and Cozy’s legs go stiff, kicking out.  “No.”

“Dede!”

“It sounds like you’re saying daddy and it hurts my feelings,” you swear that Cozy and Hayden could have a pouting contest against each other.  She learned the jutting out lip directly from her dad

“Dede!” She squeals again, the biggest grin on her face.  “Dede!”

“Can I get her?” Andy snorts, holding his own hands out, while Cozy tries to wiggle her way out of her confines.  Reaching up towards her uncle, and almost vibrating with excitement that he was there.  “Dede brought Ama, and Angel to come see you, sweetheart.  C’mere.”

Your eyes move immediately to Andy’s shadow as she watches him hold your daughter so sweetly.  Amaris already runs with Doodle, while you have to hold Hayden since he was pouting, “You had her for a couple of hours all to yourself,” you try to remind him.  Letting him know that he had her all to himself while you finished up some work.  Got to take a nap with her and Doodle in the bed.  She was even laying on his belly.  And you had to miss it.

“And she hates me because I gave her a bottle,” Cozy’s head shoots over towards you, and looks at your chest, and holds Andy even tighter, “See, she likes Dede and boobies.”

“She’s like you, babe.  Come on, Angel, you want to help with dinner?  Curtis should be here soon.  Amaris?  You want to make brownies or just play with Doodle dude until Coco gets here?”

“You’re leaving me alone with the Andy Barber?” Hayden pulls you into him, whispering in your ear before you can get away.

“Yes, and let Cozy be your buffer.  You’ll be fine.  You’re a big boy now.  And if you’re a real big boy, I’ll give you a pumpkin cupcake as a treat, okay?” He sweetly nods his head, making sure to get another kiss before you leave his side.

“But with our next baby, can you make them love me more than you?”

“Yes, Haydes.  Behave,” motioning for Angel to join you, she follows you in the kitchen.  Waiting on you to give her direction, and helping immediately.

Her focus randomly drifts out the door, watching your blushing husband showing off the work you two had been doing for Cozy’s backyard oasis.  Her eyes fondly staring at Andy holding your little baby.  Getting a warm smile when Cozy pushes her hand against his mouth, and you watch as Angel’s hand gently caresses her stomach.  Even the way she watches Amaris, laughing quietly out loud.

“So…what’s going on between you and Andy?”

“Uh…well…”

“Is it serious?  I mean, does Amaris know that you two are…?”

“No,” she blurts out immediately.  “We’re saying it’s to see how she’s adjusting.  This is new territory for all of us.  Especially me.”

A comfortable silence moves over the kitchen, but she never strays from looking towards Andy, and the kids.  A longing look clouding her eyes.  “Doll, can I ask you a personal question?” You nod at her, deciding that dinner was prepped and started enough to move closer, and she only slightly backs away.  “How long was it before you and Hayden…had intercourse?”

“Oh.  Oh, well that…it’s difficult to say.”

“That soon?”

“No.  No, I uh…I was raised in a motorcycle club.  My mother died when I was young, and…I was taught to be an eventual old lady, and my purpose was to be there for my husband’s enjoyment.  Do whatever he likes.  I first experimented with my crush and brother’s best friend, had a miscarriage, and later got into the most toxic relationships I could imagine with my dad’s best friend, and my brother’s at the same time.  I was lost, and drowning, and Curtis brought me to his family.  And a few months later I met Hayden, and…we took things painfully slow.  I didn’t want sex to confuse my head with how I felt about him.  I don’t regret that time, and I appreciate him and us more because of that.  Hayden was patient, and the perfect gentleman.  He let me lead the speed of our relationship.”

Looking down at the countertop, she nods her head.  Her finger draws circles on the surface, and she looks back one more time at Andy who was nibbling on Cozy’s cheek, while hugging Amaris up against him.  He was built to be a father.  “I want to give him that.  I love that Cozy loves him, and he gets to experience a baby.  But I’m scared.”

“Why?”

“I’ve never…I have, but it was never my…m-my choice, and…”

“Can I hug you?” She looks up at you confused, and you don’t need her to say more if she didn’t want to.  You knew the story and how she got into social work, and how she was in the foster system growing up.  She was trusting you enough, but you didn’t need to know the details.  “I want to give you the ability to choose whether you want me to touch you or not.”

She sighs, and leans in to hug you.  Pulling you in closer, and melting into you quickly.  “I’ve never told anyone that, but Andy.”

“He’s a good man, Angel.  The fact that he’s keeping you around means he’s willing to wait.”

“What if I never can?”

“Then worry about that then,” she slides away from you.  Inhaling and exhaling slowly as she stares blankly at Andy.  “I started off with touching myself.  Get comfortable with me.  And then naturally Haydes’ and my relationship progressed.  Our kisses lasted longer.  My body craved his.  I would straddle him, and you know grind on him.  A lot of clothes on stuff happened.  And then…I felt him a few times before he was ever inside me.  There’s ways.  And I didn’t feel empty afterwards.  I wanted more, and when I was ready I knew.  I didn’t want to hold back.  I wanted him, and I loved him, and…it was the best thing that happened.  Because we’re now married, and I have something I’ve always wanted.  I…we made our dreams happen.  I’ve never been happier, and tomorrow I will be even happier.  And the next day, even happier.  It happens everyday.  He’s my best friend.”

“What about Curtis?” Angel laughs through her tears.  Her hand wipes away the streams pouring down her cheeks.  “They call him your boyfriend.”

“Curtis is my friend.  And one of my best friends, but there’s things I don’t share with him.  I share everything with Hayden.”

“Even bodily fluids.”

“Even that,” there was something satisfying about talking to someone in this way.  Getting to be a bit more candid with a female.  Being open with someone completely, because Tulip didn’t want to know, and Bubs was so guarded.  “I know Haydes is a lot for some people.  But he’s my perfect.  He’s someone I see sitting on our back porch steps, watching our grandchildren play back here.  Or just laying in the bed holding each other with our wrinkled hands.  I want to grow old with him, and I’m going to laugh everyday.”

“Andy isn’t the funniest,” another look to the back, and this time Andy catches sight of her, and the two share the sweetest lingering look, and her hand was back on her stomach again.  “He’s corny.  Corny dad jokes.”

“But he makes you laugh.  He doesn’t make you cry.  Trust your gut.  You want him.  He wants you.  Let him continue to take your walls down brick by brick, until the passion and lust is too much and you react.  That’s all it is,” the outside party walking towards the backdoor has Angel getting from her stool, and going to the half bath.  “If you need to freshen up, you can use our bedroom,” you tell her.  Thankful she was getting a moment to recenter herself, and breathe without prying eyes, and Andy who couldn’t touch her with Amaris around.

Doodle runs straight to you, and you give him the best head scratches.  Seeing your smiling baby squeal when she reaches towards you.  The prettiest smile on her face as she starts to clap, and her legs flail around the closer she gets to you.  Holding her high above your head when you take her from Andy, bringing her back down for the sweetest kisses.  “Okay, you need some floor time.  Are you going to be on the floor with Doodle to play?”

“Yeah!” She screams, and the second she’s in the floor she crawls over to her toy box, and starts throwing out stuffies into the floor.  Looking at each one carefully until she tosses it aside.

“Watch this,” Hayden whispers to Andy.  “Look how smart my babies are.”

“Uhh!” She screams out when getting to the bottom.  Sitting on the floor she turns to look at her mess, making sure she didn’t make a mistake in identifying what she was looking for.  Scanning over every stuffed animal, until looking at Doodle, “Do!”

Doodle snorts, but trots into her room, coming back with BunBun in his mouth, and Cozy squeals again.  “That bunny gets around,” Andy notes, winking over at Amaris who had her own version of a gray bunny.  “Cozy baby, why do you only like stuffed animals?” She answers by squeezing onto her bunny, and looks up at you pitifully.  Ready to be held closely.

“No, it’s not time.  You play,” silly girl.  Trying to trick her way into nursing.  She wasn’t even sleepy.  Looking towards Doodle she crawls over to her buddy, sitting right next to him, and babbles to the toys surrounding them.  Picking each one up, but BunBun stays right in her lap.  

“She’s so cute,” Angel says, a sneaky little hand grazing against Andy’s.  Amaris was in the floor with them, none the wiser as to what her dad was doing.  Laying on her belly as she talks to Cozy’s BunBun with a different stuffed animal of a bear.

“She’s rotten,” Hayden takes a seat on the couch, and pulls you over into his lap.  “Aren’t you, Cozette?  Are you rotten to the core?”

Nonsensical baby talk is spoken towards Hayden, but it ends in sweet little giggles, and her mouth turns into a perfect circle, hearing Curtis’ truck rumble into the garage.  Pointing at the door, “Co!” She claps, crawling a little bit to the door, but sitting still on her foam mats.  

“That is your Coco,” you tell her, and her eyes never leave the front door.  Laughing when he bursts through.  “Oh no,” you pout, and your bottom lip juts out.  He did it.  He said he was going to.  Showed you a picture of them and commented how their wrinkled butts looked just like Cozy’s chunky self.  “You didn’t.”

Doodle’s position turns to get in front of Cozy.  Looking up at Curtis feeling betrayed, and his brown eyes glare up at him, “Buddy, I had to.  Look at hims wittle winkle butt.  Doesn’t him wook wike Cozy?”

“Co!”

“Doodle, you wanna sniff him?” Curtis asks, kneeling in front of Doodle and Cozy, but Doodle sneezes instead, and haughtily walks over to his bed.  His pouting eyes staring at the puppy that Curtis places in your hand.  “Coze, come look at him.”

Cozy looks towards her Doodle, and back at the puppy, and Amaris, sits beside Hayden, giving the puppy a little pet.  “Baby, Coco got you a puppy.  He said you needed it.”

“Co?”

“Yes, Coco got you this wrinkle butt puppy.”

“Ehh!” She squeals, crawling over towards you.  Hating that she could pull herself up now.  And she points at his nose.  Looking up at you and Hayden.  “Co!”

“Yes, this is Cozy’s puppy.”

“Mek!”

“No, milk right now.  You can pet him,” exhaling deeply, her hand touches the pup, and she moves it back quickly, laughing at you and her daddy, and then looking up at Curtis, and back towards Andy.  Smiling so wide that her eyes were squinting, “You telling everyone he’s your puppy?” Nodding her head, she tries it out again.  Softly touching his head, and when he licks her, she laughs again.  “Doodle, you’re still our sweetest boy.”

“And he gets alone time from the pup.  You go to work with Hayden,” Doodle picks his head up only to lay back down.  “Oh, come on, big guy.  We’re still pals.  You’ll still get to sleep upstairs, or on the stairs, or in front of Cozy’s bed.  Wherever you want.  That’s your baby brother, and you got to teach him the ways.”

“My?” Cozy looks up at you, petting the new puppy’s head softly.  All the while Angel and Andy move even the tiniest bit closer together, not even noticing how Amaris was watching them more than the puppy.  Cutting her eyes over at her dad and her, but smirking as she watches them.  They forget just how smart Amaris actually is.  

“Yes, my Cozy.  Dis is your puppy.  And dat is your Doodle, and daddy’s.”

“Dada my Do,” saying his name causes Doodle to harumph his way over to Cozy, sitting in the floor beside her.  And her sweet little hand runs through his mane, and she leans over on him, giving him a little hug, “My Do!”

“Yes.  Now, let’s eat.”

“Mek!”

“Okay, you guys eat.  Cozy needs to be changed and have a snack.”

“Doll, baby, we’re going to wait on you.  You go feed the babe, and give me a kiss.”

“Here.  Hold her.  I’m going to get Sailor dressed for bed,” Tulip places Cozy in Bucky’s arms, and he stares down at the little girl confused.  “Oh, good grief, Buck.  Doll and Hayden know you won’t leave, so you’re always here.  You’re going to have to be around her.  And don’t say it, Steve will be back in like five minutes.  And don’t let her fall on the floor.”

“What?” He shouts as she walks away.  “Why would you say that.  Don’t,” he tells Cozy as her lip puckers out.  Scratching beside her ears.  “What did I do?” Tears brim her eyes, and she starts to pull at her ears.  Her lip trembling, and she won’t look away from Bucky, “Tulip!  Make it stop!”

“Stop screaming!” She whisper screams, holding Sailor who only had on a diaper, but she steps back into the living room to chastise Bucky.  “Doll and Hayden don’t raise their voices.  You’re scaring her.  Now, just hold her.  Softly.  She’s a soft baby.  Get her bunny.”

“BunBun!” She pouts even harder, reaching towards the floor, and Bucky holds her onto her, leaning into the floor to retrieve it.  “My mama?”

“Uh…she’s…she had to go on a date with your daddy.”

“Dada?”

“Yeah.  They’re coming back.  Oh,” Bucky says softly as Cozy snuggles into his chest.  Rubbing her nose over the bunny, trying to stop her tears.  “I get your name.  You just like to be extra cozy, huh?”

“My mama,” she whimpers.  Her breathing gasping through her cries that she tries to stop.  Taking comfort from BunBun’s soft form while she slowly gets more calm.  Her little hand grasping to his shirt.  “My mama.”

“She’s something, huh?  She’s surprised even me.  Your dad can’t be too bad of a guy, because he definitely fits in with your mama,” her head pops up as she looks at Bucky.  She gives a point to his nose, and she giggles a bit.  “Yeah, I’ve known your mom since she was about your age.  She grew up.  Grew up real…well, she’s…your mom is still hot.  One of the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen.”

“Yep.”

“She did good.  You were…were supposed to have a sister.  She was my baby.”

“My mama.”

“Yeah.  With your mama.  I think that’s where the trend of the bunnies came from is her.  Sailor has her bunny,” Cozy pulls her bunny tight to her chest, smiling up at Bucky.  Blinking her eyes twice at him.  “You’re pretty cute.  I definitely see your dad in you, but those eyes.  You’ve got your mama’s eyes.”

“My mama,” she goes off on a tangent of nonsense, and Bucky’s eyes go wider watching her.  Her eyebrows animated as she speaks.  It was like she was having a full blown conversation with him, but it was indecipherable.  Using her hands to gesture about something.

“Yeah.  I agree with all that you said.  Your mom is a pretty cool human.  Even if she has an ugly star tattoo.”

“No, she doesn’t,” Tulip comes back, with Sailor running in with a sippy cup.  Crawling up into her dad’s seat while she waits on Steve.  “Doll had that thing removed before she ever got married.  It was painful.  But you can’t really see it anymore, huh, sweetheart?  You’re good with kids, Buck.”

“But,” Cozy points at his nose, and Bucky rolls his eyes.  “But!”

“See, what you did.  Now she’s calling me But.  It’s Buck.  Or Bucky.”

“It’s cute.  But you’re good with them.  Sailor, too.”

“I don’t think I want kids anymore.  I think I just wanted one.  It was really Doll that wanted kids.  And then it happened and…well, we see how this ended.  Doll got her baby, and you really are the cutest thing I have ever seen.”

“Doll has her a baby doll.  She acts so much like her mama at times.  So soft, and needing to be held and loved,” Sailor points at Cozy who was smiling up at Bucky.  Her little hand rubs over his cheek, before she snatches it away, giggling.  Holding her hand over her mouth when she gets too loud.

“Why is she doing that?”  Bucky asks, but couldn’t stop smiling at her precious self.  “She really is a cute little thing.”

“She’s flirting.  She does that with Andy, too.  Cozy, you want to put your jammies on?  Doodle and Diesel are sitting on the floor ready for you to lay down with them.  We got your pillow bed.  Come here,” she shakes her head no, laying back down on Bucky’s chest.  Whimpering about her mama.  “Oh, honey, they’ll be back soon.  Let me get you a bottle.”

“Mek.  My mama.”

“She wants Doll’s boob,” Sailor laughs when Cozy sits back up, and turns to look at her cousin.

“What?” Bucky looks at Tulip mortified, “Why does she want her boob?”

“She nurses, Bucky.  My god, stop being so dramatic,” Cozy’s lip puckers out, and a few sniffles escape her mouth before those eyes fill up with tears.

“She’s crying again.”

“Hers sleepy,” Tulip goes to reach for Cozy, but she shakes her head, laying back down on Bucky’s chest.  And he goes to rub his hand up and down her back.

“My mama!”

“The dog is coming over to her.  She has everyone trained.”

“He’s trying to comfort her, which isn’t what you’re doing, when your voice goes up an octave.  Shh.  Cozy, come here baby.”

“Mama!  Mek!”

Back and forth between the group continue, and when you open the door to Steve and Tulip’s house, Cozy turns to look at you.  Smiling in between her tears, and reaching towards you.  Her chubby little hands making grabby fists, and smiling bigger the closer you get, “Is Uncle Bucky holding you?”

“My mama!”

“Don’t take it personal, Bucky,” Hayden sits down almost right beside Bucky as you reach for Cozy.  Holding her tight to your chest, and she’s immediately running her hands down your chest.  “Doll, baby, go feed her.  We’ll leave when you’re finished,” carrying her into Sailor’s room, Hayden turns and looks towards Bucky.  “She’s cute isn’t she?  We made a cute baby.  My god, I love that kid.”

“She’s cute,” he looks at Hayden nervously.  Tapping his fingers on his knees, “I thought you said Steve was almost back.”

“Bucky, no hard feelings between us,” Hayden extends a hand over to Bucky, and Bucky gives it a slow look.  “I’m extending an olive branch.  It’s fine.  We fell for the same woman, but I married her.  And she’s madly in love with me.”

“Hayden!  Oh my goodness.  Sailor, you waiting on daddy?  Or you want to watch a movie in the bed with me?”

“Daddy!”

“Sorry, that was insensitive.  You treat my wife with respect, and you are kind to my daughter, I won’t hate you.  We all have pasts.  And seeing how we can’t get rid of each other, it’s okay to admit the two of you dated.  Well…you did…you were together.  It is fine.  I have totally moved passed it because I wake up next to her, and I get to see her with our daughter everyday.  So we’re good.”

“You’re a dork,” Bucky says, as he looks towards Hayden who was just smiling at Bucky, giving him a proud head nod.  Hayden was a dork, and he knew it.  “But you’re a lucky dork, who is good to her, and she loves you very much.  And yes, you made a cute baby.”

“One of the cutest.  Like, I get to see that sweet face everyday, and get to hear her and her mama call me daddy, and…ahh, it’s a beautiful life.”

You hear every word that they’re saying.  Staring down at your daughter whose eyes were fluttering closed.  You were so happy she got her daddy’s lashes.  The way they sit against her cheeks.  She was perfect.  Your life was such a roller coaster, but holding this sweet angel against your chest was enough to convince you it was worth it.

You had so many more laughs than cries.  The pretty house of your dreams, but inside was more than you could imagine.  And the fact that Hayden could proudly sit next to Bucky and tell him he didn’t care about the past.  You were his now.  An equal pairing, and you loved showing each other off.  

“You finished, sweet Cozy?” You whisper as she pulls off you.  Whispering some nonsense of her own.  Smacking her lips, and struggling to keep her eyes open.  “Let’s go get daddy and the boys, and we’re going to go home, okay?”

She was completely milk drunk.  Smiling with her eyes rolling in the back of her head.  Not wanting to lift off you as you walk into the living room, “Daddy, your baby is very tired.  She’ll go straight to bed.  And Curtis is having a sleepover.”

“Yep.  Tulip, thank you so much for keeping our baby and the boys.  Bucky, thanks for not being a punk.  And Miss Guppy…oh…thanks for being awesome,” he whispers to the sleeping toddler who was curled up in Steve’s chair.  “We’ll get her for your date night next time.  Doodle, buddy, follow mama.  Diesel, my man, you wander too much still.  Get in these arms.”

“Uh!” Cozy puts a leg up on the back porch, but drops it back down on the ground, looking over at Diesel who was also trying to climb the stairs as well.  Wearing nothing but a little dress that had her diaper sticking out of the bottom, and rolls upon rolls.  “Up.  Uh!  Dada!  My mama!”

“Your mama,” Hayden sits on the step looking at her and her partner in crime, “Is waiting on something.  She’ll be out in a minute.  Show Poppy and Nini how you walk.”

“No.  My mama.”

“You can’t walk, Cozy.  It’s not allowed,” Tara squats down, holding her arms out, “Come on.  Can you walk to Nini.”

“No,” she points into the house still not giving up on getting to you, but Hayden picks her up to turn towards Tara, giving her bootie a little tap.  “My mama.”

“Coze, you walk to me, and I’ll tell Poppy to go get your mama.  Come on baby.  Come see Nini.  I don’t think you can do it,” Cozy sticks her tongue out in concentration, and takes one step towards Tara.  Wobbly, and ready to fall, but she holds still until she catches her balance.  Taking another step so determined to get to Tara.  “There you go.  Come on.  Come to Nini.  Howard, tell Doll she needs to just get out here.  We’ll all check later.”

“Dad, didn’t I make the cutest baby?  Look at her.  Her chonky little legs walking like that?”

“Yes, son.  You made the most beautiful little girl.  I’m going to get your wife,” Howard softly walks through your house, and lets the office door creak open.  You sigh in relief but don’t remove your eyes from the computer.  You are still in disbelief at what the screen was saying, “Doll, you don’t have to sit there for results.  Your baby is taking steps outside, and I don’t want you to miss it.”

“I’m not waiting anymore,” you wipe away your steady flow of tears, finally turning back towards Howard.  Tear stained cheeks, and makeup that was long gone and wiped away.

“Honey, you can always take…”

“I passed.  I’m done.  I’m a CPA.  Howard, I did it,” your words rush out of you.  You said it.  It had to be real.  You read over that email so many times.  It wasn’t a dream.  This was a reality.

“Oh, Doll,” he takes a few steps towards you, giving you a big hug.  “You did it.”

“My daughter has a reason….Howard, she’s going to be so proud.”

“She was always going to be so proud.”

“And Haydes.  I gotta tell him.  And I can’t even think, and my baby is taking steps, and Howard, I passed.  I gotta…Hayden!  Haydes!” You didn’t mean to be rude.  But all you could think is getting to Hayden.  All those nights of studying.  The time you had to be away from your daughter to be in class.  The times that you were multitasking and letting her nurse while you studied.  It all had come to this shiny conclusion.

“Hayden!”

“Doll?” He asks, getting worried, grabbing up Cozy, and walking towards you, “Baby, what’s wrong?  Why are you crying?  What happened?  Are you okay?  Baby, talk to me.”

“I did it,” a hand rests on his hip, and you start to push yourself closer to your family.  “I’m officially your CPA wifey.  Cozy, mama did it!”

“Aye!”

“You…y-y-y-you…Ma!  My hot wife is now a hot CPA!  Doll…you…no more studying?  You did it?  Oh my god.  Dad, we need cake.  Ma, call everyone to come by and celebrate.  No!  Let’s go out to eat, and then you guys leave us alone, and I can congratulate my wife, and…”

“Hayden, son, you’re disgusting.  Cozy, let Nini get you dressed, while you’re parents make out for a minute.”

“No, my mama!  My mama, aye!”

“Haydes, we did it.  We…thank you, Haydes.  You’ve always believed in me.  And thanks to this beautiful baby, and our boys, and…we did this, Haydes.  We did it all,” you didn’t care who was watching.  You needed him.  Needed to feel him and remind yourself of how real he was.  Of how no one could ever compare to him.

You are able to feel your baby in his arms, while feel him on you.  You had done it.  You completed something.  You did it.  You did.  You did it all.  Even if no one else was proud, and they were, you are so proud of yourself.  Because, you.  Did.  It.

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This Is How It Feels

whumptober day 5: hostage / kidnapping / held at gunpoint

pairing: beau 'cyclone' simpson x daughter!reader

characters: beau simpson, y/n simpson, reagan simpson, ncis: new orleans team, the squad breifly, hayden and frankie, everett north (oc villian), cameron north (deceased)

warnings: 18+ MDNI, language, kidnapping, torture, guns, blood, waterboarding, loss of will to live, oc character death, revenge killing, if i missed any please tell me!

word count: ~3.2k

a/n: this is for whumptober! please please please proceed with caution and use discretion, protect your peace

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summary: a parent's grief is strong and powerful and it can make you crazy, if the opportunity presents itself to get revenge... you take it

“Simpson!”

You turned at the call of your name, spotting your friends waving to you from the front of a bar. “C’mon! We’re starving!”

Shaking your head, you jogged over. “You two, my goodness,” you laughed before you all walked in. “Are you sure we can even eat here? It’s a bar.” “We’ve eaten at the Hard Deck before,” your friend, Hayden, said as she walked over to a table.

“Okay okay, you have a point there. Just don’t try anything stupid, we’re all repping the school, but I’m also repping the Navy and my dad. So if any of you try to pull-”

“Relax, Simpson, I left my fake ID in California,” Frankie, your best friend said as she nudged you playfully.

“Simpson?” 

You looked up to see an older gentleman standing there with an apron around his waist. 

“As in Beau Simpson?” He asked, looking over your face quizzically.

You nodded, “Yes sir, he’s my dad.” The man chuckled, “Yeah, I know your dad, grew up down the street from my mama. I’m sure he hasn’t talked about me much, I’m Dwayne Pride – folks around here call me King.”

“Oh! Yeah, Dad did tell me about you,” you said with a smile and stood up to shake his hand. “It’s nice to meet you, sir.” Dwayne chuckled, “You can call me Dwayne…” He trailed off, brow arched as he silently prompted you to fill in the blank. “Y/N, I’m Y/N.” He smiled and nodded, “It’s nice to meet you, Y/N.”

You sat back down, but looked up at him. “Now, is your mama Reagan Autry?” You nodded, “Sure is!” He chuckles, “I knew they’d last. Anyhow, what can I get y’all to drink?”

Back in North Island, the squad was at Cyclone’s house for a little get together.

“Where’s Y/N?” Mav asked, sipping his drink as Beau sat down. “Oh her culture club is visiting New Orleans for Mardi Gras week,” Reagan said as she sat down on the arm on Beau’s chair.

“Now y’all are from NOLA, right?” Jake asked, relaxing back on the couch. They nodded, “Sure are. High school sweethearts at that.” He nodded, “That’s impressive.” “It is, because of all the hours and missed dates over the years because he’s such a hard worker,” she said, kissing the side of Beau’s head.

“I made up for it though,” he chuckled and squeezed her hip. “Yeah, you d-”

Reagan’s statement was cut off by Beau’s phone ringing.

He furrowed his brow and picked it up, checking the caller ID to see that it was Frankie.

“I better take this, excuse me,” he sat his drink down and stood before going out on the back patio.

He closed the door as he answered, “Frankie? What’s-” 

“Y/N’s been taken!” 

Beau froze, the breath being pulled from his lungs. “W-what?” Frankie was hyperventilating on the other end, “W-we were get-getting something fr-from the vending machine and-and-and some guy c-came up and t-took her. I tried to he-help b-but she-she told me to run.” 

Frankie sobbed, even though he couldn’t see her he knew she was pacing the hotel room 

“I-I’m sorry…” 

He had to remain calm, knowing that she would freak out if he did. “Frankie, Frankie, you need to breathe sweetheart. I know you’re scared, but I need you to listen to me. There’s a bar, it’s called the Tri-Tone, you need to go there and find Dwayne Pride.”

She sniffed, “W-Why Dwayne Pride?” “He’s an NCIS Agent, he’s the team leader down there and he can help.” She coughed a little, “O-okay…” He took a breath and glanced back inside, seeing his wife leaning on the wall and watching him carefully. “Frankie, I’ll try to be down there soon. Stay safe and be on alert.” “Y-yes sir.” 

He hung up and ran a hand over his face before turning to go back inside.

His eyes stayed on the floor as he closed the door behind him and leaned on it. “Beau… Honey, is everything okay? Is Y/N okay?” 

The concern in Reagan’s voice grabbed the squad’s attention and they looked over concerned.

“Uh.. She.. She was taken… Y/N and Frankie were getting something from the vending machine.. and–and some guy took her…” Beau looked up and met her eyes, tears filling his, “Someone took her…”

Reagan collapsed, Beau catching her just before she could hit the floor. “No! No! Not her, not our baby girl! Please,” she sobbed, her manicured nails biting at his shoulder as she clung to his shirt.

Beau couldn’t say anything as he held up his wife, trying to be strong for her and not break down in front of the squad.

But it was hard. 

I mean of course it was. 

You, his baby girl, in the hands of some stranger. It was his worst nightmare come to life.

Cold. Damp. Dark. 

Those were the words you would have used to describe the room you were in. The only light on in the room was a yellow bulb swinging in its cage above your head. The chill nipped at your exposed skin, having been stripped of the clothes you were in when you were taken. The room smelled of mildew, and you knew that any water ride you ever went on would remind you of this room.

Your arms were tied above your head, spread in a ‘Y’ to keep you from attempting to free yourself despite being in chains. Your bare feet scraped the rough concrete, your toenail polish being scraped off and leaving red, pink, and white streaks on the floor.

If you had to guess, you’d been there about 12 hours, if not a whole day.

The man that took you had only been in the room one other time and it was to tighten the gag in your mouth. It was a relief that was all, but you had a sinking gut feeling that he had something in store for you.

Your view of the room was awful, you could only see the staircase in front of you, the small window at the top of the wall letting in the moonlight and illuminating the assortment of instruments on the workbench underneath it. If there were worse things behind you, you couldn’t see it. But if what you could see was any indication, there was a reason you were here.

All you could do was pray that Frankie got help and that someone was on their way to save you.

“What do we know?” Dwayne asked as he came in, Beau and Reagan following behind him. “Any updates?” 

Chris and Tammy turned, heads tilted in confusion as to why they were there. But they continued when Pride nodded.

“We were just sent this photo anonymously, Patton’s tracing it now.” Sebastian put the photo on the plasma.

The photo was a newspaper being held by cracked manicured nails but the face in the background was too covered to be enhanced effectively. 

“However, there’s no way to determine-”

“That’s her,” Reagan spoke up, tears gathering in her eyes. “That’s my baby girl…” 

Dwayne looked from her and up to Beau, “Are you sure?” She nodded and held up her own hand, “We got a matching manicure before she left…” Reagan turned and sobbed into Beau’s shoulder.

“She was playing with her brothers when she was young and scraped her left hand on the brick wall, the scar never went away,” Beau added for more confirmation that the hand in the photo did belong to you.

Dwayne nodded, “Then there’s hope, it’s a proof of life photo.” 

All the Admiral could do was nod before holding his wife close and silently cry with her.

It had been 5 days since you had been abducted. 

5 agonizing days.

Beau was a wreck, he was falling apart with worry. With fear. Anything awful that came to Beau’s mind, it’s what they were doing to you. And it wasn’t getting better.

Because they hadn’t heard anything else from your abductor. Patton’s trace led them to a library computer, where they were able to obtain security footage but no one in the film looked suspicious. All the team could do was tell the library staff to keep a lookout for anything or anyone sketchy.

But other than that, they had nothing.

And they were running out of time.

“Please, stop!” You sobbed as the hot knife ran across your skin. 

The past four days have been non-stop pain. Even when you were given a break so your capture could do whatever, you were in pain. 

You felt like you had zero hope of getting out, of ever seeing your family again. You could only think of your dad, how he must feel. That he may never see you again, his only daughter, taken from him.

“No! He has to know the pain! The suffering I went through because of him!” 

Him.

That was all he ever referred to this mystery man as. Never said a name or anything other than ‘him’ or ‘he’.

“Who?! Who are you talking about?” You screamed before a fist collided with your stomach, the slick slap of his fist on your wet, bloody skin making you sick to your stomach. 

Your skin was littered with cuts, all ranging in depths and lengths but none deep enough to be immediately fatal. 

No.

It had to be slow.

Whomever this ‘he’ was had to experience the same pain your capture felt.

The man hit you again, smearing your own blood across your face and bruising your swollen skin. 

You cried out, begging for him to stop and to let you go as he walked away. Your voice was raw and broken, cracking as you desperately pleaded. 

“Let me go! Please! I just wanna go home…”

“My daughter never came home, why should I let his?” 

You blinked, not sure what he meant by that. 

“I’m sorry about your daughter… I am… but why inflict this on someone else? Why take someone else’s daughter away?”

He didn’t answer you and released the tension on your chains, sending you to your knees harshly and reopening the wounds on your knees. 

Grunting, he took long strides back over to you. 

You knew what he was after and you tried to crawl away, scraping your palms on the concrete. But you could only crawl so far and so fast. 

Your entire body throbbed and your blood made the floor slick. Your capture was faster than you were in your weak state. He grabbed your hair, yanked you back and grabbed you by the throat. Your yelp was cut short as he applied pressure, cutting off your air flow.

Weakly, you tried to claw at him, get him to let go, but he wouldn’t. He squeezed until your eyes rolled back and you passed out.

Beau paced the living room of his childhood home, waiting on Pride to arrive.

Dwayne had called, telling him they needed his help identifying a man and that they had a lead, a promising one.

He wasn’t given any other details, but even that was enough to give him some hope. It had been over a week, so this was gold to them.

The normally calm and collected admiral nearly jumped out of his skin when there was a knock at the door. He raced over and pulled it open, revealing the two agents behind it.

“King, Agent Gregorio,” he greeted, stepping to the side to let them both in. They nodded their thanks to him before they went to the kitchen.

“We’re gonna get right into this, Admiral, you and your wife have waited over a week for something like this,” Tammy said, with sympathy in her voice as she held the evidence bag and a printed photo up. 

Dwayne took the evidence bag, “This was in a book returned to the library early this morning.” He turned it to show the folded up notebook paper, the words, “FROM ONE FATHER TO ANOTHER THIS IS HOW IT FEELS” scrawled sloppily across the page in red ink and what looked to be blood droplets and a bloody fingerprint on the paper. 

“The blood is fresh, as old as this mornin’...” Beau didn’t have to ask, there was no other person whose blood it could be. But he needed the confirmation, no matter how sick it made him feel. “Is-Is it…” Both agents nodded, Tammy speaking, “Sebastian ran the print… it’s Y/N’s. The blood is her’s as well…”

Beau gripped the back of the chair to keep him from falling, Dwayne coming to his side to help him sit down.

“Do-do you know who sent it?” 

Tammy sat the photo down, “We were hoping you might.” He picked up the print and looked at it, recognizing the face instantly. “Yeah, yeah, that’s Everett North… His daughter, Cameron, was under my command a few years ago. She died on a mission.”

They nodded looking at each other, Tammy stepping out to call Chris and tell him to look up Cameron’s name. 

Beau runs a hand down his face, “He blames me for Forest’s death and is taking it out on my daughter…”

Everett sat in a chair, fiddling with a hose waiting for you to wake up. 

You were laying on the freezing floor, the only warmth being the pool of blood you were laying in. You weren’t sleeping so much as laying unconscious, passing out from the previous day's torment. You knew what today held, the same as yesterday. 

That’s what it was, a routine. Torture of all kinds day in and day out. Pain and suffering, that’s all it ever was.

You didn’t want to open your eyes, wake up to another day of this. You were sick, coughing and shivering as the cold basement plus your wet skin plagued you. Your wounds were infected. Your throat was raw from screaming, but Everett managed to pull them from you still. 

And you knew what was in store for you today… but keeping your eyes closed would only delay the inevitable.

You cracked your swollen eyes open, weakly trying to push yourself up. 

“They’re she is,” he gruffed out before getting up and turning the hose on. He puts his thumb over the opening on the hose, spraying you in the face with the freezing water. 

You could only weakly yelp before he was coming over and pulling you to your feet and dragging you to the table on the back wall.

“No, no, no, please, please don’t…” You protest weakly, still trying to fight him. 

“Stop fightin’, you know it's no use,” he said coldly before putting you on the table and strapping you down before running the cold water over your cuts and burns.

You whimpered, squirming to get away despite it being futile. 

He just laughed before covering your face with a towel and soaking it with the hose.

“Everett North, his daughter was Cameron North. Cameron was killed after her plane crashed and she was taken by the enemy. She was held and tortured for two weeks before her body was dumped back at the wreckage for search and rescue to find,” Gregorio started.

Chris was next, “After seeing her at the Tri-Tone and following her to her hotel, North abducted Y/N. She has been with him for a little over a week. But she isn’t trained like military personnel is, she’s only 18 and what Lieutenant North went through was intense and extensive. We don’t know if Y/N can handle it.”

“Okay, do we know where he lives?”

“Sebastian is–”

“I found it! I’ve got his address!” Sebastian shouted as he stood up.

With that the team jumped up and got their gear.

The moment the towel was yanked off your face you started coughing up the water you inhaled, lifting your head so you don’t choke on it again.

Everett started and ended with the same method. That's how you knew your day was over.

He unstrapped you from the table and watched you weakly roll until you fell onto the ground limply.

“Please… just kill me…” 

Your plea was weak as you continued to cough up water. You hated that you had gotten to that point so soon. That you could pull through for just a little longer. But you were in agony, body broken and bloody. You didn’t want your parents to see you like this.

“Oh no no no, your dad has to feel the same pain I felt.”

You look over your shoulder, “M-My dad? What did my dad do to you?” Everett reaches down and grabs your hair, pulling you up to your knees.

“He killed my daughter, I’m only returning the favor,” he hissed, yanking down to put you on your back.

You yelped, your head making contact with the ground. “My dad would never do that!” He kicked you across the face, “Shut up! You don’t know!”

You went to retort but you could hear movement upstairs.

And that’s when you felt your will to live enter your body again. 

“Help! I’m down here, help me!”

You could hear the flurry of footsteps to the basement door and Everett pulled you to your feet.

He held most of your weight and pointed a gun at your neck as the door flew open and agents ran down the stairs.

“Everett North! NCIS put your weapon down!”

“Come any closer and I’ll shoot her!”

Everything suddenly became blurry, the voices around you muddling together. You didn’t know exactly what was happening but you could only assume it was shock or your body finally letting go and relaxing because you had a chance of living.

But before you learned the answer, everything went black as a gunshot rang out.

The first thing you noticed as you woke up was the incessant beeping of a heart monitor. Next was the fact that the lights were off. Then it was the weight of a large, calloused hand in yours.

“D-Daddy?” You rasped out, attempting to squeeze his hand. 

Beau’s head whipped up, “Oh, baby…” “Daddy, I-I’m so sorry,” you nearly sobbed out. “Shhh shh baby girl, no, it’s not your fault. It’s never your fault.”

All you could do was nod before you started coughing. 

He was quick to react, getting you a cup of water and offering it for you to take, afraid that if he tried to help he’d send you into a panic.

You take it and sip it carefully before giving it back to him. He grabbed your hand, “I’m so glad you’re okay, sweetheart. I’m so sorry this happened.” You shake your head, “Not your fault… he-he blamed you… but it’s not your fault.”

He smiled gently at you before pushing hair behind your ear and kissing your forehead and you sent him an identical smile. “What matters is that I’m okay… well that I will be okay.” He nodded and kissed your hand, “Yeah, you’re gonna be okay. It’s gonna be okay.”

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[transnames]

Some two-syllable neutral names

(One-syllable names)

You can also combine initials, e.g. AJ, although this does not work for all initials and it can be gendered masculine.

A: Aaren, Abbott, Adair, Addi, Adren, Aerie, Afon, Aiden, Aiken, Ainsley, Alder, Alex, Ali, Alix, Alpha, Altair, Alto, Alton, Alva, Amal, Amore, Andy, Angel, Angie, Anise, Arbor, Ari, Ariel, Arlen, Arley, Arrow, Arya, Asa, Asher, Ashlen, Ashley, Ashton, Aspen, Aster, Aston, Aubrey, Auburn, Auden, August, Aura, Austin, Avery, Avis, Aviv, Avon, Aya, Ayan, Aza, Aze, Azure

B: Bailey, Baldwin, Banner, Barrett, Basil, Bauer, Baylor, Benson, Bentley, Berkley, Berry, Beryl, Billie, Birdie, Blakely, Bobbie, Booker, Bradley, Brady, Brayden, Brennan, Brewer, Briar, Brighton, Brinsley, Bronte, Brooklyn, Bryant

C: Cadence, Caelum, Calder, Camden, Cameron, Camille, Campbell, Canyon, Carey, Carlyle, Carmen, Carol, Carter, Cartwright, Carson, Casey, Cedar, Chandler, Chandra, Channing, Charlie, Charlton, Chatham, Cheyenne, Citron, Clancy, Claudie, Clover, Cobalt, Coby, Cohen, Coleson, Collins, Colver, Comet, Condor, Connell, Connie, Cooper, Coral, Corbin, Corin, Corey, Corley, Cortney, Cricket, Cyan, Cypress, Cyrille

D: Dallas, Dana, Dani, Darby, Darcy, Darrell, Darren, Denver, Devon, Diamond, Diaz, Dillon, Douglas, Dustin, Dusty, Dylan

E: Eagle, Early, Easton, Ebon, Echo, Eddie, Eden, Efe, Eiffel, Eissa, Elli, Ellis, Ellwood, Ember, Emer, Emerald, Emlyn, Emmett, Emry, Emryn, Enfys, Ennis, Eren, Errel, Essence, Esme, Evan, Ever, Everett, Eyrie, Ezra

F: Fable, Falco, Falcon, Fallon, Farah, Fargo, Farley, Farrell, Faulkner, Feldspar, Fennel, Fifer, Finley, Finney, Fiore, Fischer, Fletcher, Floren, Florence, Forest, Francis, Frankie, Freedom, Friday, Fulton

G: Gabi, Galen, Galway, Gannet, Garden, Gardner, Garey, Garland, Garnet, Gavi, Germaine, Gerry, Glenwood, Golden, Grady, Granite, Guthrie

H: Hadley, Halcyon, Hallow, Halo, Happy, Harbor, Harley, Harlow, Harper, Hartley, Haven, Hawking, Hayden, Henley, Heron, Hollis, Honor, Hopper, Hudson, Hunter

I: Iman, Imory, Indi, Innis, Io, Ira, Isa, Isha, Islet, Iver, Ivor, Ivory, Ivy, Izzy

J: Jacinth, Jackie, Jaden, Jael, Jalen, Jamie, Janis, Jarrah, Jarrell, Jasper, Jensen, Jessie, Joey, Jody, Jonquil, Jordan, Journey, July, Juneau, Junior, Juno, Justice

K: Kali, Kameron, Karey, Karson, Kasey, Kato, Keaton, Keegan, Keelan, Keenan, Kelby, Kellan, Keller, Kelly, Kelsey, Kendall, Kenyon, Kenzie, Kerry, Kestrel, Kevyn, Kieran, Kingsley, Kirby, Klaudie, Koby, Kody, Korbin, Korin, Korey, Krishna, Kyler

L: Laker, Lakyle, Lander, Landry, Laney, Langley, Larkin, Larkspur, Lashawn, Laurel, Laurence, Leighton, Lennox, Leopard, Leslie, Lethe, Lexie, Lexis, Linden, Lindsay, Lindy, Linnet, Logan, London, Loren, Luca, Lucky, Lyric

M: Maddox, Magic, Major, Malloy, Manu, Marley, Marlow, Martell, Marty, Mattie, Maury, Maurice, Maxie, Maxwell, Meadow, Mercer, Merlyn, Merritt, Merry, Micah, Mika, Miller, Misha, Monday, Morgan, Murphy, Murray, Myers

N: Narcisse, Nasim, Navdeep, Navy, Neal, Neptune, Neo, Nicky, Nico, Nika, Nike, Nimbus, Noam, Noel, Nori, Norris, Nouvel, Nova

O: Oakley, Oberon, Ocean, Odell, Ollie, Olive, Onyx, Opal, Ori, Oriole, Orion, Orrin, Osborne, Owen, Ozzie

P: Paisley, Paris, Parker, Pasco, Patience, Patrice, Paxton, Penrose, Pepper, Peregrine, Perrin, Perry, Peyton, Phelan, Phoenix, Piper, Placid, Porter, Prairie, Presley, Prosper

Q: Qaisar, Quarry, Quasar, Quetzal, Quila, Quincy, Quentin, Quillan

R: Raleigh, Rainbow, Rainer, Randy, Raven, Redmond, Regal, Regan, Reggie, Reynold, Rhythm, Ricki, Ridley, Riley, Rio, Rishi, River, Robbie, Robin, Ronnie, Rory, Roscoe, Rowan, Royal, Rudy, Ryder, Ryen, Rylen

S: Sabah, Sadler, Saffron, Salem, Samar, Sandy, Satchel, Saturn, Sasha, Sawyer, Saylor, Season, Selby, Seren, Seven, Sevy, Shale, Shannon, Shelby, Shelly, Shiloh, Sidney, Silver, Sinclair, Skylar, Skylark, Skyler, Snowdrop, Snowy, Soren, Sorrel, Sparrow, Spencer, Spirit, Springer, Stanley, Starling, Sterling, Summer, Sunday, Sunny, Sunshine, Sunset, Sutton

T: Taffy, Tali, Talon, Tanner, Tarian, Taylor, Teagan, Teddy, Tempest, Temple, Terry, Thursday, Tibby, Tiernan, Tiger, Timber, Tobin, Toby, Topaz, Torrey, Tracy, Trenton, Tristen, Tucker, Turner, Tuesday, Tully, Tyler, Tyson

U: Ulfie, Ulli, Ulri, Ulysse, Umber, Umbra, Upton, Urban, Uri, Ursa, Usher, Uta

V: Valen, Vega, Verdi, Vernon, Verrill, Vesper, Vivi, Vivien, Volta, Voltaire

W: Walker, Wallace, Waylan, Webster, Wednesday, Weston, Whimsy, Whitley, Whitney, Wilder, Willow, Wilson, Windsor, Windy, Winslow, Winter, Wisdom, Wolfram, Woody, Wylie

X: Xander, Xavie

Y: Yael, Yaven, Yannick, Yarrow, Yven

Z: Zailey, Zaki, Zander, Zandy, Zavi, Zelig, Zeno, Zephyr, Zero, Zevi, Zion,  Zohar, Zola, Zorey, Zuri

#names #neutral #two syllable #resource #op

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male names: 

a aaron, abbott, abraham, adam, adrian, aiden, alec, aleksey, alex, archer, atlas, alaric, albany, albus, alexander, alexandre, alexei, alfie, alistair, anakin, andrew, anson, apollo, ariel, arden, ash, asher, ashford, ashley, ashton, atticus, august, augustus, austin, avery. 

b bailey, baker, basil, barrett, bastien, baxter, bear, beau, beckett, behar, bellamy, ben, bennett, bentley, bijou, bishop, blaise, bowen, bowie, braham, bristol, brody, brad, braden, bradford, brandon, braxton, brendan, brennan, brentley, brett, briar, brogan, bronx. 

c cadence, cael, callan, caleb, calum/callum, calvin, cameron, camden/camdyn, carson, carter, casey, cash, caspian, casper, cassidy, cayden, chance, charlie, chase, chester, clayton, colby, colton, connor, cooper, cory, cyrus. 

d daniel, david, dakota, dallas, damian, dane, dayton, daytona, dean, declan, derek, dexter, dieter, dimitri. 

e easton, eli, elias, elijah, elliott, emerson, emery, emmett, emrys,  everett, everley, ezra. 

f fallon, felix, finley, finnick, fitz, fletcher, fox, forrest, francis. 

g gabriel, garrett, gavin, gideon, griffin, graeme, graham, greyson. 

h hamish, harbin, hadley, harper, hartley,harvey, harlow, harry, hayden, henley, henri, holden, hudson, hunter, huxley.

i ian, icarus, ichabod, ira, irwin, isa, isaac, isaiah. 

j jace, jacob, jack, jai, james, jasper, jay, jenner, jensen, jericho, jeremy, jesse, jonah, jonathan, joshua, joseph, jordan, jude, judah, julian, justin. 

k kaden, kai, kaleb, keegan, keefer, keiran, kellen, kian, kingston, knox, kota. 

l lachlan, landon, lake, lawson, lennox, leon, levi, liam, lincoln, lindley, lindsey, louis, lorcan, lucas, lucien. 

m mace, mackenzie, macon, madison, maddox, malachi, malcolm, maverick, miles, milo, marcus, marley, mason, mateo, matthew, maxwell, micah. 

n nathaniel, nevada, nicholas, nico, nixon, noah, nolan, nox, nyle. 

o oliver, oscar, owen, otto, ozias. 

p  pablo, pacey, parker, patrick, porter, presley. 

q quasim, quentin, quinn. 

r radley, rhys, riley, robbie, roman, ronan, rory, roscoe, rowan, ruben, ryan, ryder, ryker, rylan. 

s samson, samuel, saturn, sawyer, scott, sebastian, shawn, shiloh, silas, simon, skipper, skylar, soren, sorley, steven, sutton, sydney. 

t talon, tanner, taylor, tariq, teagan, teddy, theodore, timothy, tobias, travis, tristan, troy. 

u uriel, usain, utah.

v vasco, vernon, vero, vigo, vermont, vitus, vince, vito, vikram, vishnu. 

w walker, warren, wesley, west, weston, whitley, will, winter, wolf, wolfgang, wyatt. 

x xavier. 

y yousef, yanis, yancey, yakim, yakov.

z zachariah, zaden, zain/zane, zavier.

[themomsandthecity]

Every Baby Name We Could Possibly Think Of

Naming your baby is a big decision, and with endless options, it can also be a difficult one. Whether you're going the traditional route or want something more unique (if so, read this first!) it's helpful to have a little, or a lot, of inspiration. Ahead, you'll find nearly every baby name we could think of (close to 1,000!). These aren't just random names we found in a book or concocted ourselves - they're almost all monikers we've heard being used, or we actually know someone who goes by the name. If we missed any, tell us in the comments! A Aaliyah Aaron Abbie Abel Abigail Abraham Adalyn Adam Addilyn Addison Adelaide Adeline Adley Adora Agatha Aiden Alan Albert Aleph Alexander Alexis Ali Alma Alton Ama Amanda Amaryllis Amber Ameila Amélie Amy Anders Anderson Andrea Andrew Angie Angela Angelica Anika Anna Annalise Anne Annie Ansel Apple April Arata Archie Aria Ariane Ariel Arlee Arlo Arman Arthur Arun Arwen Arya Asha Asher Aspen Atticus Aton Aubrey Audrey August Augustus Aurora Ava Avery Axel Aziz B Bailey Barack Barbara Barney Barry Beatrice Beau Beckett Beckham Becky Ben Benedict Benjamin Bennett Bentley Bernadette Beth Bette Betty Beverly Bexley Bianca Bill Billie Bingham Bishop Bitsie Blake Blue Bobby Bodhi Bonnie Bowie Brady Braelynn Brandon Brayden Brecken Bree Brent Brenton Brett Brian Briana Briar Bridgette Brienne Brig Brigham Brinley Brio Britta Brock Brody Bronwyn Brooklyn Bruno Bryan Byron C Caden Caitlin Caity Cale Caleb Calla Calvin Camari Cameron Camilla Carena Carina Carl Carmel Carol Carrey Carter Cary Casey Caspian Cat Catherine Celine Chandler Chanel Channing Charise Charlene Charles Charlotte Chase Cher Cheri Cheriann Cheryl Chevy Chip Chloe Chris Chrissy Christian Christopher Claire Clara Clark Clary Claudia Clementine Clifford Clint Clinton Clyde Colin Collins Condoleezza Connor Conrad Constance Coolidge Cooper Cora Corban Courtney Cruz Related: 100 of the Most Beautiful Baby Names D Daisy Dale Dallas Damon Dane Danica Daniel Danielle Daphne Darby Darlene Darrel Daryl Dashiell Dave David Davina Davis Davon Dawn Dean Deanna Declan Dekel Delaney Delilah Delta Dennis Denzel Desmond Dev Devon Dexter Diane Dinah Dixie Dixon Dolores Dominique Donald Doris Dorothea Dorothy Dot Duke Duncan Dwight Dylan E Easton Ed Eden Edith Edmund Edward Effie Eleanor Elena Eli Eliana Elijah Elise Elizabeth Ella Elle Ellen Ellerie Ellie Elliott Ellis Elodie Eloise Elora Elroy Elsa Elsie Embry Emerson Emily Emma Emmett Eric Erica Esme Esmeralda Esther Ethan Ethel Eugene Evan Eve Evelyn Everett Evie Ewan Ezra F Farah Fay Felix Ferris Finn Fiona Fisher Fitz Fleur Flint Florence Floyd Flynn Ford Forrest Foster Fox Frances Frank Franklin Frederick G Gabe Gabriel Gaige Gail Gant Garrett Garth Gavin Gem Gemma Gene Genesis Gertrude George Gianna Gibson Gigi Gina Ginger Gladys Glenn Gloria Gordon Grace Grady Graham Grant Grayson Greer Gregory Griffin Grover Gus Gwen Gwyneth H Hadlee Hailey Hal Halle Hank Hannah Harding Harlow Harlyn Harold Harper Harriet Harrison Harry Hart Hartley Harvey Haven Hawk Hawthorne Hayden Hayes Hays Hazel Hector Heath Heather Helen Henley Henry Hillary Honor Holden Holly Holt Hope Hubert Hudson Hugo Humphrey Hunter Hurley Hutton Related: Based Off Last Year's Trends, These 30 Names Will Be Among the Most Popular of 2017 I Ian Ida Idris Ike Imanuel Imogen India Indy Ingrid Inizio Ireland Iris Irvin Isa Isaac Isabella Isabelle Isaiah Isla Israel Ivana Ivory J Jack Jackie Jackson Jacob Jacqueline Jaden Jaelyn Jagger Jake James Jameson Jamie Jane January Jason Jasper Jaun Jax Jaxon Jayce Jayden Jeannette Jed Jeff Jefferson Jenna Jess Jessica Jessie Jill Jillian Joan Joanna Joaquin Joe John Jones Jordan Joseph Josephine Josh Joshua Joslyn Joss Joy Joyce Judith Judy Jules Julia Julian Julie Juliet Julius June Juno Justin K Kai Kaia Kale Kalinda Kane Karah Katharine Kathryn Kate Kay Kaya Kaylee Keanu Keegan Keira Keith Kellan Kelly Kelsey Kendall Kennedy Kevin Khloe Kiah Kiele Kiera Kim Kima Kimberly Kingston Kinsley Kirk Kit Kitty Knox Krista Kristen Kurtis Kyle Kylie L Laith Lake Lana Landon Lane Larissa Larkin Laszlo Laura Lauren Lawrence Layla Leah Lee Leia Leighton Leilani Lena Lennon Leo Leonard Leslie Levi Lewis Leyona Lia Liam Liana Lida Lilith Lillian Lily Lincoln Lindsay Lionel Lisa Lisette Liz Logan Lois Lola London Loretta Lorraine Louella Louise Lucas Lucian Lucille Lucy Luke Luna Lux Lyle Lyndon Lynne Related: 100 Unusual Boy Names M Mabel Mabrey Mac Macallan Mackenzie Macy Madeleine Madelyn Madison Mae Maeby Maggie Mahershala Maia Makena Malcolm Maleeya Malia Mamie Mandy Marabelle Marcus Maren Margaret Margot Mari Maria Mariah Mariam Marilyn Marin Marion Marisole Marisse Marjorie Mark Marlene Marlon Marlowe Martha Martin Mary Mason Matilda Matthew Maui Mavis Maximus Maxson May Maya McKinley Megan Melissa Meredith Merritt Meryl Meyer Mia Michael Michelle Mika Mike Mila Mildred Miles Millie Milo Moana Molly Monica Monroe Montgomery Morgan Moses Muhammad Murray Myles N Nahall Nahla Nancy Nanette Naomie Nasima Natalie Nate Nathan Naveen Naya Neil Neisa Neo Neoma Newt Newton Niall Nicholas Nick Nico Nicole Nicolette Nigel Nile Nimah Nixon Noah Noel Nolan Nora Norma Norman North Nova O Obama Octavia Olly Olive Oliver Olivia Omar Opal Ophelia Ordell Oriana Orion Orlando Orson Orville Oscar Otis Otto Owen P Paige Paislee Paloma Pandora Paris Parker Patrick Patsy Paul Payton Pearl Peggy Penelope Penn Penny Perry Pete Peyton Phillip Phoebe Phoenix Phyllis Pierce Piper Polly Poppy Porter Posey Preston Primrose Priya Prudence Priscilla Q Quaid Quincy Quentin Quinn Quinten R Rachel Radley Rae Ralph Ramsey Rayna Rayne Reagan Rebecca Reese Reeve Reid Reign Remi Renly Rex Rhea Rhett Rhys Richard Rick Riley Ripley River Rivers Rob Robert Robin Rome Romy Ronald Ronin Rooney Roosevelt Rory Rosalind Rosalynn Rosamund Rose Rosemary Ross Rowan Roy Royce Ruby Rue Ruth Rutherford Ryan Ryder Related: 100 Unique Yet Beautiful Girls' Names S Sacha Sage Sahara Saint Sam Samuel Sandra Sandy Sansa Sarah Saul Savannah Sawyer Scarlett Schuyler Scout Sean Sebastian Selena Sena Seymour Shane Shannon Shea Shelly Sherlock Sherry Shiloh Shirley Sia Sidney Sienna Simon Skyler Sloan Sofia Solo Sonia Sophia Sophie Spencer Stacy Stanley Stella Stephanie Sterling Stetson Stuart Sue Sullivan Summer Suri Susan Sylvia T Tabitha Tad Tamera Tamsyn Tanner Tara Tate Taylor Teagan Teddy Terrance Thea Thelma Theordore Theresa Thomas Tim Tina Tinley Toby Todd Tom Tony Travis Travon Trent Trey Tricia Trinity Tripp Tristan Troy Truman Turner Tyler Tyson V Valentina Valentine Vance Vaughan Vaughn Vera Vern Victor Victoria Viggo Vince Vincent Viola Violet Virgil Vivian W Waldo Walker Wallis Walter Warren Watson Waverly Wells Wes Wesley Westley Whitney Will Willa William Willow Wilson Winter Wolfe Wren Wyatt X Xander Xavier Xeno Y Yanet Yani Yigal York Yuma Yvette Z Zachary Zahir Zander Zane Zaylee Zayn Zion Zoe Zola Zooey Zora Zuma Zuri Related: These Are the Most Popular Baby Names of 2016 http://bit.ly/2kR9iwY

#Baby Names

[georgiapeach30513]

Keys in Your Ignition, Part 28

Summary:  Cozette Selene Everett is welcomed to the world

Pairings:  Hayden Everett X Reader

Rating:  explicit

Warnings:  language, explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, PIV sex, daddy kink, breeding kink (?), labor, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  3.1K

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“And when you get here I am going to hold you all the time.  You’ve got those pretty lips like your mama, but where did those cheeks come from?  And…and Doodle, well, he’s going to follow you around.  He already follows your mom around so much more since you’ve been swimming in there.  And…and your Nini can’t stop crying whenever she talks about you, and Poppy said he’s going to hold you and all his grand babies, and…and…Cozy!  Cozy baby,” Hayden presses his mouth more on your stomach.  Talking on it like a child would talk through a closed window.

“Cozy baby, are you awake?  Kick my face!” Blowing raspberries on your stomach you start giggling.  Running your fingers through his hair, you wonder how you ever got to be so lucky to be married to this handsome dork.  “Doll, make my baby kick me.  Ah!  Look!  There her is.  That’s my baby,” his pretty eyes pout up at you.  “I want her to hurry up.  You’re past the due date.  It’s…oh!  My!  God!  Doll face, do you know what tomorrow is?  Like in two hours, tomorrow?”

“What day is it tomorrow, Haydes?”

“The Fourth of July.  Cozy!  You come out of there right now.  I want an all American baby!  Wait.  Google how to put you into labor.  Hold please, my beautiful baby Doll,” giving your belly a hard smooching kiss he sits up, looking through his phone.  

His smile gets real big, and then he lowers his gaze at you, “No.”

“Doll, it says it.  It says it right here that coming on the big fat cock of Hayden Everett is what makes you go into labor.”

“No, it does not!”

“Okay,” he rolls his eyes, lifting you from your sitting position, “It doesn’t say that, but it does say that sex works.  So, get on your knees, I’ll put a pillow under you, and let me fuck you into labor.  Come on.  Let’s go, get into position.”

You shake your head laughing uncontrollably, and hold your belly with both hands, “Why would you want to have sex with this?”

“Why would I…what?  Doll, you take that back right now!  That belly is housing our fishie!”

“Why are you calling her a fish?”

“Fine, our mermaid is swimming in that tank.  No!  Our crabby patty!  She is going to be a cancer crab.  Now, I love you.  You.  Not your body, but you.  And if I have to sacrifice a bit of jizz to help our daughter come out of there, I’ll do what I have to do.  Plus, I really think you’ll enjoy it.  So if you could please just let me take you on a bumpy ride, and have some fun, that would be great.  I want you, and I want our daughter out of there, so this is a win win situation in my book.”

You hold out your hands, “I’m not riding you.”

“I was going to hit it from behind.  It said to give it to you nice and hard.  Is this even remotely turning you on?” Hayden slides a pillow under your belly, and starts pulling down your panties, cocking up his eyebrow, “Doll Everett, you slut!”

“What?” You start giggling, but that changes as he runs his hand through your slit.  “Did that answer your question, daddy?”

“You gonna keep calling me that?”

“Mhmm, whatever you want.”

“Fuck, you like that, huh?  Got you rocking back into my hand.  You want daddy to fuck you?  Instead of fucking a baby in you, I gotta fuck a baby out of you,” whimpering his name, he positions himself behind you.  Letting his tip slide up and down your entrance.  “Got your lips all swollen.”

“Haydes, just put it in, babe.  Fuck me so hard I have a baby.”

“There we go,” grabbing both of your hips, he thrusts forward, burying himself completely in your warmth.  Never hesitating to piston into you with a fervent need.  Moaning right along with your own labored breaths.  “This never gets old.”

“Never!  Haydes!”

“I gotta make this count.  You’ll be out of commission for a while,” he juts his hips into you harshly and you start to see stars.  Why did it always happen so fast since pregnancy?  “Yeah, just like that.  Gripping me so fucking tight.  So fucking tight.  Got you leaking all these pretty juices on me.”

“What?  Hayden, I haven’t even came yet,” he just keeps fucking into you, and with his ministrations, you feel an orgasm building up.  “Right there.  Right…” an odd overwhelming pleasure mixed with the feelings of Braxton hicks contractions conflicts your body.  “Hayden.”

You try to get his attention, realizing what your excess wetness was from.  “Can you turn back and look at me?  I always like to see what you look like when you look at me.”

“Don’t cum in me.”

“You’re already pregnant.”

“No, no…ehh…that’s not…that’s not…Hayden, jerk off on my back!”

“What the…?” He pulls completely out of you, panting when you turn back and stare at him.  “Oh come on!  I thought we were getting a marathon.  Cozy is this your way of sabotaging your dad,” you grimace, laying your head down on the bed.  “Oh!  I’ve always heard this was a pretty natural position to have a baby.  You want me to check your…?”

“No!” You hide your face in your hands while a contraction tightens your stomach.  “Hayden, is she coming out?”

“You literally just started contractions.  Why would she?” You give him a growl, demanding he cum.  “So I can’t cum inside you?”

“Sure, explain to the doctor why your baby juice is in my twat while I’m pushing our daughter out.”

“Well, when you say it like that, it sounds dirty.”

“Hayden!” Your fists tighten on the sheets, and you let out a guttural moan.

“Oh, shit!  Uh…Curtis!  Wait.  Damn, got you face down, ass up.  Ah!  Curtis, don’t you come in here, but uh…damn, my dick is hard.  Baby, you stay there, and uh…do you need your panties back on?  I mean…”

“Haydes!  Get me up!  I swear I feel her coming!”

“So she gets to come, but…I’m not making that joke.”

“Hayden!” Your knuckles were burning, blinding pain shoots through you.  “It isn’t supposed to be this fast!”

“Doll!  Hayden!  Is this some really freaky sex that I don’t want to know about?” Of course you were going to have a dramatic labor.  “Hayden, that doesn’t sound good, bub.  Put your dick up!”

“I’m trying.  Baby, stay there.”

“Where the fuck am I supposed to go?  My pussy is hanging out,” you start crying at the absurdity and the pain.”

“This is going to be fun getting you out of that position.”

“Your dick gets us into so much trouble,” your tears blind you as another contraction races through your body, “They’re too close.  I don’t want to give birth to my daughter here.  I want to be with my doctor.”

Hayden finally gets himself dressed, unlocking the door before realizing you were still stuck into a compromising position.  “Don’t come in here!  My pussy is wide and spread, and your niece is pushing her way out.”

“What!?”

“She’s exaggerating,” he leans back behind you, just to check, “Yep, exaggerating.  Just checked.  Doll face, uh…roll over?  Fall over?  Just tell me what I need to do to get you off your knees, and we’re going to the hospital.”

“I’m not having her in the car?” He shakes his head no, trying to assist you as much as possible as you try and get to where you can stand up.  “Your dick did this.”

“Yeah, but my dick also put our Cozy baby in your belly, so he’s a good boy.”

“Ehh,” you start crying harder, your body shaking, and Doodle scratches at the door, “Haydes, it hurts.”

“I know, Curtis, come in,” the second the door was open, Doodle races to your side, pushing his nose against your stomach, looking up at you confused, “Buddy, I’m calling the grandparents to get you.  Mama's gotta get to the hospital.  Doll, you need panties on.”

“No!  She’s coming.  She’s going to be coming in the car.  I hate your dick.”

“That hurts.”

“Haydes!” “Hayden!”

“Okay, let’s go.  Let’s get in the car.  Curtis the second we get in, call mom and dad to get Doodle.  He’s going to be pacing around and anxious about Doll screaming,” they hold your hands as they guide you to the car.  “Suitcase is in the car.  Water’s already broken.”

“You were fucking me too hard!”

“I can’t with you two.”

“You were the one that was soaking wet.”

“You were the one that thought I had squirted.”

“You two wanna do this alone?”

It was fast.  You barely made it to the hospital before Cozy was ready to make her grand debut.  No time for medicine.  Your body was already pushing as Curtis pulled into the hospital.  The pain was immense, but everything disappeared when they laid that beautiful baby on your chest.  Her eyes stare up at you, and a flow of never ending tears fall down your face.

You did it.  There she was, moving her fingers, and blinking at you.  A pitiful little cry, but she was here.  Perfectly beautiful in every way.  “Oh, my darling,” you wished these pesky tears would go away, so you could see your baby properly.  “Hayden, I’m a mama.”

“I know, Doll face,” he presses his lips against your temple, holding it there as he stares at his daughter.

“I love your dick.”

Everyone in the room, including Hayden, starts laughing, “I know you do, baby.  Oh…she’s…can I hold her?”

“How about you cut the cord first,” the doctor answers soothingly.

“It’s too soon to cut the cord.  We just got her.”

“No, the actual umbilical cord.  You two are a mess,” a nurse picks your baby up, and you tap Hayden to follow.  It felt like a deep emptiness inside of you.  You wanted her back, she was all you ever wanted.  And the further she got away from you the louder she cries.

“Oh!  Her wants her mama.  Doll, I think we got a mama’s…ah!  Why is my baby crying so much?  She’s loud.  Put her back!  Give her back.”

“Dad, I need you to calm down.  Let’s get this girl ready to give her back to her mama.”

“Please, I don’t like my baby crying like that.  Cozy baby,” your baby wails, her little mouth trembling, and it hurts.

“Mama, she’s okay, though.  She’s a healthy baby,” the nurse assures you.  A new round of tears pours out of your face.  She was healthy, and she wanted you.  You squeak out how you just wanted to hold your baby.  “Give me just a second.”

“We brought you some food,” Tara says, looking at her proud son.  Hayden hadn’t stopped staring at you, and you couldn’t get enough of Cozy.  You hold her fingers out, counting each and every single one of them.  Rub over her soft skin.  Smelling her because she was yours.  “How has Hayden been with her?” Hayden turns to glare at his mother, and Howard snorts.  “What?”

“I hold her, she cries.  I give her to Doll, she immediately stops.  Curtis holds her, she cries.  She hears her mama’s voice, she cries harder.  Give her back, and it’s instant.  The baby only likes her mama.  I talked to her the whole time, and she doesn’t recognize me.”

“Yeah she does,” you giggle.  Your little girl had opened her eyes, and was staring at her dad.  “Look at her.  She hears you.  You wanna try again?”

“Is she going to hurt my feelings?”

“Son, you wanna talk about it?  Wanna talk about how your daughter bullies you?” Howard was trying not to laugh too hard, it was the exact same way Hayden was when he was born.  Karma.

“It’s not funny.  Let me try,” he gets closer, and Cozy inhales quickly, looking up at you.  “My baby hates me.  I still love you, Cozy baby.”

“Why Cozy?” Tara stares at you wishfully.  Giving you the biggest smile.

“Because that’s how Hayden makes me feel,” you grab at his hand, and press it against your cheek.  “He’s always made me feel so comfortable and cozy, and now we have our own Cozy girl.”

It was hard to look away from your daughter.  It was hard to even believe that you were a mother.  You held her in your arms, and it still didn’t seem real.  She really squeaked, and blinked, and even nursed, but it didn’t feel real.  Your life didn’t seem real.  Hayden was perfect and darling in every way.  You had a mother and father that believed in you so much.  Two brothers now, three including Andy.

“Honey, I didn’t mean to upset you,” Tara says softly, while you cry again.

“She does that.  Baby, she’s real.  You really did that.”

The tears blinded you, but you look up at Hayden, “We did this, and look at her.  Are the tears ever stopping, Tara?”

“Oh, honey, you’re just happy and overwhelmed.  Eventually they do.  And then you’ll find something else to cry about.”

“She’s just so perfect, and she’s here,” you pick her up to you, giving her the sweetest kiss, and you swear she smiles a bit.  “Haydes, I’m sorry that her doesn’t want to leave my side.”

“Yeah, well, eventually she’ll want to snuggle on her dad,” when the door squeaks open, Amaris peeks in, and giggles.  Wandering over to your side, staring at the baby, “Doll, Andy Barber is here.”

“And he brought our niece.  Cozy this is your cousin, Amaris.”

“Alright, give me the baby,” Andy walks over to your side, holding his hands out.

“Eh, she’s a bit of a mama’s girl,” Hayden freezes as you hand Cozy over to Andy, and he walks over to the couch followed by his daughter, and Hayden’s mouth falls open.  “I don’t like this.”

“Aw, babe, she is just like you.  Even loves the Andy Barber,” it felt like you hadn’t slept in days.  Your eyes roll back in your head, and you sink down further in the mattress.  Getting a soft kiss from your husband, and your baby girl yawns.  “Hayden, watch Cozy.  I need to sleep.”

“It’s official, Andy Barber is the babysitter”

“Get her,” Steve leans back from holding Cozy.  “Tulip, get her and give her back.  Ow!  Why is she so loud?  Doll, she’s noisy.”

“No she’s not,” you reach your arms out for your baby, and she stutters her tears.  “I know, sweet girl,” Doodle leaves Curtis’ lap to come investigate his little human.  His wet nose presses on your hand, but never on her, “Her is just fine, buddy.  Who’s my good boy?  Uncle Steeb is mean to you, isn’t he?”

“Seriously?  You did this on purpose.  You made her hate me.”

“No, she just loves me,” you look your brother giving him a toothy grin.  “Her is precious and her is mine,” just to emphasize your words, Cozy snuggles in closer to you.  Yawning and scrunches her face up, “I thought I loved Sailor.  Thought I loved Amaris, but…damn…I can’t stop staring.  I always wanted this, you know?”

Steve sits beside Tulip, while Hayden snuggles up on the couch with you, “I never…never thought this was going to happen for me.  Thought I was cursed, ya know?  Thought that I was never going to get this.  And Hayden gave it all to me,” more tears.  They just never stopped.

“I didn’t give this to you.  You put in the work, and we met just when we were supposed to.  If it was earlier, we never would have worked out.  If it was later, well, you might have given someone another chance.  I don’t care that Cozy prefers you over me.  I care that she is ours.  Even if the only time I hold her is when she’s asleep and you sneak her in my arms.  But after our meeting, we did this.”

Steve had known for a long time how much Hayden was meant for you, but seeing how that man was still beaming when he looked at you.  Was still so tender whenever he talked to you.  He never made you feel guilty for your past, or made you feel you weren’t worthy of love.  Hayden worshiped you, adored you, and you him.  A completely equal relationship, and he made you smile.  He had this unwavering ability to bring out the prettiest smiles on your face.

“Doll, I don’t tell you enough.”

“Don’t.  Just stop.  Don’t say another word.”

“I’m proud of you,” tears.  Tears and more tears.  They never stopped.  “You deserved this life.  With your beautiful home, stupidly perfect husband, adorable little baby, and a Doodle.”

“DooDoo,” Sailor claps her hands, trying to get out of her mom’s arms.  “Baby!  Mememe baby!”

“Yeah,” you squeak out.  More tears.  “I’m so happy.  It’s just,” you look down at that sleeping bundle, and then over to your husband, “It’s like watching a piece of your heart, and she’s just there, and real, and good, and perfect, and pure, and she doesn’t know pain or hurt.”

“Until her dad tries to hold her,” you lean over on Hayden, but remain staring at her.  It was never getting old.  Every time you looked at her you noticed something different.  A mole on her neck that looked like her dad’s.  The color of her hair that looked like yours.  The way she adored Andy Barber, for no apparent reason, like her dad.  

“Haydes?” He looks up at you with the sweetest and softest smile.  There was never once that you regretted being with Hayden.  You weren’t sure you believed in love at first sight, but the crush you had on Hayden was pretty instantaneous.  You knew after that first date that you wanted to be with him, and you knew before ever having sex with him that he was the one.

“I love us.”

“I love us, too, Doll, and my Cozy baby.  Now, can I hold her while she’s sleeping?  She hates me if you’re around.  Even if you are around.”

“No, she just loves my boobies like you.”

“Yep.  Say, Tulip, time to go.  Hayden and Doll are talking about boobies.”

“You should hear how she went into labor,” Hayden chuckles as you put your daughter in his arms.

“Oh, yeah, I’m sure Steve wants to hear about that.  Doodle, come keep me warm,” Curtis pats on his chest, and looks at his phone.  “Quick nap.  Then, I gotta go.”

“Oh my god!  We have to come up with a better story than that.  I am never telling that story to anyone.  Water broke, fast labor, then a baby.  Okay.  I need a nap.  Sailor, you staying us?”

“Nope.  Baby cy.  Bye!”

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Keys in Your Ignition, Part 24

Summary: Mr. & Mrs. Steve Rogers’ wedding

Pairings:  Hayden Everett X Reader

Rating: explicit

Warnings:  explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut, PIV sex, unprotected sex, sex in public, a bit of a breeding kink, conversations with Bucky, mentions of a toxic environment, mentions of abuse, mentions of sexual assault, mentions of therapy, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  4.1K

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“Steve,” you say softly as you open the door to the groomsman’s suite.  You look around the room, partially concerned that Bucky was going to be there, and mostly because you needed a moment with your brother.  He was making a huge change, and it was all for the better.

“It’s just me.  He hasn’t arrived.”

“I,” you shake your head, walking in quickly.  “I just wanted some time with just you, while we’re both single,” he lifts your hand, running his finger over your ring, and you fight back your tears.  “You like my dress?”

“I like your ring better,” you take a deep breath, and exhale quickly.  “You’re nerdy little fiancé asked me for permission to marry you,” you wipe your eyes, and start to ask him to stop.  “He was so happy.  Came to the apartment after he bought the ring.  You were upstairs sleeping.  He showed it to me.”

“Steven!  This is your day, don’t make this about me,” you give him a little pat, and wave your hands on your face.  “My makeup is finished and paid for, stop trying to mess this up.”

“I’m proud of you, Doll.  I know now that the MC for you wasn’t a good situation, and that’s putting it lightly.  I should have known that the girls that I was using as flesh that someone was doing that to you,” you bite at your lip, and look towards the floor, “We broke the cycle.  And you’re doing so much better than me.  You’re in school, you’re basically raising a daughter, you’ve got a house that you’re turning into a home, you’ve got a dog, and finance that has a practice, and you’re going to be an amazing wife, mother, and soon accountant.”

“Steve!  Stop,” he pulls you into his body, holding you tightly.  His hands running up and down your back.

“I’m so proud of us, Doll.  I didn’t invite them to make you uncomfortable.”

“I know.  Things were different with you and them.”

He pulls you back, his eyes scanning over your face, “You and Hayden can leave anytime that you want to.  I know you’re going to have Sailor for the rest of the weekend, but don’t feel like you have to stay.”

“Ugh,” you hit him a bit hard on his arm, “I won’t be leaving, you’re my brother, not theirs.  I’m happy and okay.  If anyone’s leaving it will be the MC.”

“And if there’s an argument.”

“There will not be.”

“I’m just saying.  Tulip doesn’t like Sailor around that, okay?  I know you will be fine, but you’re in charge of the baby.  And,” you give him a nod, whispering out a thank you.  “Alright, now get out of here.  Go help Tulip with Sailor, and I’ll see you in a few.”

You take a deep breath, trying to collect yourself when you spot your handsome fiancé.  Looking every bit like a dream, and your goodest boy with his bow tie on.  He walks up to you, dipping you down for a playful kiss.  Pulling away to giggle at each other, while Bucky turns to go back the way he came.  

He had told himself that he would talk to you, but he couldn’t do it right now.  He looks at the wall in front of him, hoping that you wouldn’t venture down this way, thinking of him as a coward.  He toes the ground a moment before, deciding he needed to go see Steve.  His chance to talk to you was already gone, and you were nowhere to be found.

Hayden pulls you into a bathroom, and starts pulling towels over to you.  Lifting you up to rest on the counter while he dabs at your tears, “What did Steve say to you?” You shake your head, but tap on your knee, needing a bit of Doodle’s warmth.  He lays his head on your knee, and you pet down his nose gently.  “Doll face, what did he say?”

“You asked him for permission to marry me?”

“Well, yeah.  He’s the only family you have left.  Ah!  Stop crying,” he pats your eyes dry, and leans to give you a sweet kiss, “Baby, please stop.”

“It’s such happy tears though.  You gave me as traditional a proposal as you could.  It’s one of my favorite things about you, you understand what I need without me telling you.”

“Because I love you, stupid,” he places his hands on either side of your body, and Doodle groans.  Standing up, only to turn his body away from his parents.  Placing his hand on the back of your head, he gives you a passionate kiss.  The moment your lips touch, your tongues intertwine with each other.  Tasting the beer that lingers in his mouth only makes you want more.

You pull at the hem of your skirt, spreading your thighs further apart, and he plants himself in between.  His hand drops Doodle’s leash, and the dog walks further away.  His back still towards you.  Hayden’s hand snakes up your thigh, pushing aside the gusset of your panties, “You’re wearing string.”

“Shut up,” you pull him back to you by his tie as two fingers push past your entrance, and you moan into his mouth.  Hands going to his pants, and you undo his belt.  Undoing his button, before you pull him out.  With your hand tight around his cock, you lean back on the counter.  Body pressed against the mirror, as Hayden pushes aside your string.

He sinks into your warmth quickly, and Doodle walks over to the other end of the bathroom.  Groaning, but never looking at you, “Trained him well,” Hayden whispers, pressing his forehead against yours.

“Shh, just fuck me,” you pant out.  Your hands gripping his ass, pushing him balls deep into your wet heat.  

“I am, stupid,” you giggle on his lips, and he races to finish quickly.  “People will know you're gone.”

“Then finish me,” Hayden growls, lifting you off the counter.  Jamming his hips up into you while you whimper on him.  “God, you look handsome in a suit.”

“And you look beautiful on my cock.  Too bad I can’t have my cum leaking down your leg.  You gotta look presentable,” he rolls his eyes, crashing his lips back into you, “But we’ll have a baby for a few days, and soon,” his hand presses up against your stomach, and you have to bring him back to your mouth.  Letting him muffle all your sweet sounds as your orgasm rushes into your core.  “Fuck,” he whispers on you, spurting into your cunt.

“Alright, down boy.  I gotta clean myself up.”

“You’re so dirty,” Hayden bites at your neck, lifting you off of him, and you both go to a toilet stall.

“And you’re so horny.”

“You were the one lifting your dress up.  And wearing strings.  What was I supposed to do?” He doesn’t see you smiling, and giggling, “Man, I just got a quickie at my fiancé’s brother’s wedding.  That was amazing,” Doodle groans again, his feet pawing at Hayden’s door.  “I’m sorry Dude.  Your mother is a sex fiend.”

“Shut up,” you say walking out of the stall.  Going to wash your hands, but looking at Hayden who walks behind you with your sweet boy.  “Should we wipe off the counter?”

“Nah, just look at it as getting blessed with your ass on it?”  You roll your eyes, heading to the door, “What?  Do I not get a kiss?”  Stopping at the door, you turn to kiss him.  “I love that you’ve got still a bit of that rebel in you.  You’re not good enough to get dicked down at your brother’s wedding.”

“Don’t go walking around looking like that then.”

“Wait! Does that mean I get a repeat later?” You shrug walking away.  “Doll!  Doll Rogers!  Don’t leave me hanging like that!  Doll!”

“Hayden!” Curtis shouts, poking his head out a door, “Shut up!” Hayden throws his hand up at him, walking Doodle outside to take his seat beside you.  There was no wedding party.  Just Steve and Tulip, and he likes it that way as he chases you out the door.

Bucky tries.  He really does.  He tries to pay attention before the ceremony, but you were just a couple rows in front of him.  You didn’t even turn around to see him come in.  Your head constantly leans over on that man beside you, leaning to the side to kiss on his neck.  Sometimes bending over to pet your dog.  

And when Curtis walks in, leaning down to help Sailor walk down the aisle, holding onto both of his hands, you squeal seeing the little baby.  Picking her up to raise above your head, and bringing her down to smooch all over her squishy face.  Sailor’s couple of teeth shiny and bright as she smiles with her mouth wide open.  

You pull her to her chest, and give her a big hug as she gurgles, “Memememememe.”

Curtis takes a seat beside you, playing with the baby’s curls, but then she reaches for Hayden, and he gets to see the profile of your face.  You looked peaceful.  Serene as you beam at Sailor in his arms.  Bucky feels his breathing pick up, as he starts to have a panic attack.  

“JB,” Ari playfully says as he sits down, and you turn around to look at the two of them, giving them a kind smile, before you are back looking at Sailor.  The baby yawns as she goes to lay down on Hayden’s chest.  

“Would you look at that,” Ari whispers.  The two of them viewing you lay down on his shoulder, staring at your niece as she slowly closes her eyes.  “She looks good.”

“She always does.”

“Fine, she looks different.  Wonder who the dweeb is?”

“Her boyfriend that’s a doctor.”

“Ooh,” Ari looks over at Bucky with a smile, “She definitely raised her standards.  Doll dating a doctor.  Who knew this was her future when she was fucking around with both of us,” Bucky elbows him in the side, “Oh, don’t be like that.  I’m only joking.  Geeze, you should seriously leave that alone.”

Curtis leans behind you, whispering something in Hayden’s ear, and Ari tilts his head looking at the interaction, “Why does Curtis know him?”

“It’s his little brother.”

“Haha,” Ari chuckles, “Man, he did you dirty.  Took her away from the MC and right into his brother’s arm.  Ow,” Ari groans as Bucky’s elbow goes back into his ribs.  “Stop doing that.  Come on, JB.  That girl was too good and smart for you anyways.  Look at her all shiny and happy.  Wearing a color besides black.  And I hate to break it to you, that is in their future.”

“What?” Bucky spins to look at him.

“That.  Watch her lookup at him.  She’s basically begging for him to fuck one of those in her.”

You lift up off of Hayden, whispering something in his ear, and your left hand presses against his cheek, and Bucky struggles to breathe again.  A pretty diamond shining on your finger, before you go to stand.  Walking down the center aisle, and stopping right beside them.

“Hey, guys, I don’t know if you know this, but you’re not that far away from me.  I hear everything that you’re saying.  That is Hayden, my fiancé, and yes, I’m very much in love.  And by the way Ari, yes, one day he will give me one of those things called babies.  Now if you would please, stop talking about me, okay?” Bucky gulps looking up at you.  He’d seen you mad before, but now there was a calmness in your fury, making you that much more terrifying.  “Can you please just quit talking about me?”

“Yeah, of course, darling,” Ari nods his head, and you look over at Bucky.  Raising your eyebrows you wait on him to nod, before you thank them, and walk back to the front.  Reaching for the sleeping baby, and Hayden wraps his arm tightly around you.  Doodle even lays his head on your knee, while you count to ten.  Steadying your breathing.

Hayden kisses you on your forehead, his eyes glancing back at the two of them, and Curtis swats at his arm, and he looks back to the front.  Waiting for the ceremony to be over with.

You watch Howard and Tara dance around with Sailor, as your eyes drift around the dance floor, Hayden has gone to grab some drinks and relieve Doodle, leaving you with your thoughts on your own wedding.  You did really want to get married in the Everett’s backyard.  That treehouse as a backdrop, and maybe even some chipmunks.  

You smile and wave at your giggling niece, and how happy Howard and Tara were.  Curtis was dancing with one of Tulip’s friends, and you lean back in your chair.  Smiling at how Steve and Tulip just couldn’t quit looking at each other.  Looking every bit like the newlyweds; happy and so in love.

Getting a tap on your shoulder when the song turns slow, you look up to see Bucky, “Care to dance?”

“I don’t want to,” you look back around.  Trying to ignore him.

“Please?”

“Why, so you can make crude remarks about me?”

“Ah, to be fair, that was Ari,” you turn to glare at him, “Doll, please.  I just want to dance.”

“No, you want to talk,” Bucky shrugs, grimacing at you, and he looks back at the dance floor, “You won’t be alone.”

“Fine,” you answer shortly, going to stand up as you walk to the edge of the floor, waiting for Bucky to grab your hand and waist.  “What?   Going to visit my future in-laws for Halloween, hoping to see me, wasn't enough?”

“Curtis told you?”

“He tells me everything.  He’s my best friend.  And no, we’ve never fucked.”

Bucky slowly nods, moving you around the floor, and you try not to look at him with such contempt, “What do you want to talk about?”

“That’s it?  We’re done?”

“Bucky, do you even remember me going to the clubhouse to talk to you?  And the only thing you could do was grope me and try to kiss me?  Or were you too fucking high and drunk?”

“I remember.”

“I worked my ass off to get where I am.  To get where I was then, I worked my ass off.  I cried every fucking day.  I hurt so much emotionally, but physically.  I faced my past and my demons head on, and I hoped to go back to find you doing the same thing, but you were wallowing in your filth.  And to top it off, you were fucking the girl that caused me to get my ass spanked in front of the entire MC.  So yeah, I was done.  And even that hurt to let you go, so don’t you go blaming Curtis and Hayden for anything Bucky.  This was between me and you, and we were toxic for each other.”

“I’m sober.”

“I’m proud of you, but that doesn’t change anything,” Hayden looks around at your table confused, but with one look at the dance floor, he stops.  Taking a deep breath, before sitting down.  He wasn’t worried about your loyalty.  He knew that this encounter was inevitable.  It was needed.

“We’re not the same Bucky.  That summer, and the years after where we were just fucking around, they’re over.  They’re done.  It’s our past,” Bucky starts to speak, and you push your hand up against his mouth.  “I’m not going back to that time.  I’m not going back to the MC.  I’m happy where I’m at.  You may look at Hayden and see a ‘dweeb’, but let me tell you, that man is amazing.  He was patient with me when I was too scared to have sex with him.  He makes me laugh everyday.  He encourages me, and he believes in me.  That man comes home to me everyday, and I never worry about what whore he’s been with.  Don’t have to worry about coming home to see some slut sneaking out of our bedroom.  He loves me.  Like true love.”

“I loved you.”

“Even you can’t say you love me,” Bucky looks at you confused, shaking his head with tears in his eyes, “You used past tense, JB,” hearing your secret name for him, he lets a tear break through his waterline, and you wipe it away with a finger.  “I loved you, too.  I was never in love with you like I am him.  He’s my right now and my always, JB.  I’m not going back.  I’m sorry, I can’t give you that part of me.”

“After all we’ve been through?”

“Bucky, we didn’t survive what we’d been through.  I was drowning in that place, and you didn’t see it.  If it wasn’t for Curtis, I would have died there.  I never thought I could love again, and I love that man so much.  Hayden is my everything.  And I’m not even sorry about it.  I’m sorry that you think that I’m that person for you.  I’m not, and deep down you know I’m not,” his lip trembles, and he brings you closer, letting his chin rest on your shoulder.

“I don’t want you to suffer, but I need you to know that I can’t be that for you.  I did the work.  I came that day to see if there was anything left, and there wasn’t.  You wanted me to leave to find myself, thinking I was always going to go back to you.  Living in filth, and fucking whatever snatch you could pull into your room.  I was celibate.  I couldn’t even think about sex, and how many girls did you have underneath you?”

“They were faceless.  I just pretended they were you,” you push him off you, and start to pull away, but he holds tight to your hips.

“Is that supposed to make me feel better?  You and Ari are the same.  Always need someone to get your dick wet.  If you really loved me, you would have waited.  You would have put in the work to be a good partner for me.  And you would have left the MC because you knew I didn’t want to be there, but you couldn’t.”

“Please, I’m sorry.”

“That doesn’t change anything, Bucky.  God, there is no us,” Curtis stands up from behind Hayden, needing to pull you away, but Hayden tugs at his arm, telling him to just trust you.  “I want you to have what I have with Hayden.”

“If it’s not you, I won’t.”

“Bucky, it’s not happening.  I’m marrying that man.  We have a home together, and he…he’s going,” you look down at the floor, when you start to cry, “He’s going to make me a mother.”

“Because I couldn’t?”

“Bucky, we didn’t need Luna.  I wouldn’t want her to grow up in the MC.”

“Doll, please.”

“I loved her, but she wasn’t supposed to be born.  She was spared the life that I had.  My daughter won’t know the pain I knew as old ladies taught me how it’s always the men.  Everything I did was supposed to be for the men.  If they cheat, it’s their right.  If they hit you, you deserved it.  If they fucking rape you, it’s your fault.  Luna didn’t deserve that, just like I didn’t.  Bucky, let me go, but do it for you.  I had to let you go, so I could love myself.  And when I learned to do that, I got something I never thought I would.  A family.  People who love me.  And now a Hayden, my dweeb.  The man, I don’t deserve, but I won’t push him away for all the money in the world.  I’m holding him tight, because he is my future.  And I want that for you.  I love you, but I can’t love you the way you want me to,” standing on your tiptoes, you give him a gentle kiss to his cheek.

“Goodbye James Buchanan Barnes.  I hope one day to see you around at one of Sailor’s birthdays.  And I hope you find the happiness that you deserve.”

“What if…what if I don’t deserve that?”

Pressing your hand against his cheek, he feels the chill off your ring, and sighs, “You do.  When you’re in your right mind, you were the best.  But for me, I did find better.  You have so much love to give, give it to the right person.  Even if that means you have to leave what you think you love.  Maybe that place is just toxic.  It was for me, Steve, and Curtis.  Bye JB,” you pull his hands off of you, and turn to walk towards Hayden.

With Curtis now holding onto Doodle’s leash, Hayden meets you halfway.  His arms wrap tight around you, and he rests his head on yours.  Looking over at Bucky, and he gives him a quick nod, before Hayden pulls you up to look at him with your chin.  Giving you the most gentle of kisses before smiling at you, “Let’s get Sailor and head home, okay?  I could use some snuggles.”

“Yeah, me, too.  We should tell the bride and groom bye though.”

Going to turn away, Hayden pulls you back close, “Hey, I love you.”

“I’m in love with you, Hayden Elias Everett.  Can we like bump the wedding up a few months?  I don’t want to wait.”

“Me neither,” he whispers, pressing his lips against you.  You felt relief.  It wasn’t an easy conversation, but one that you needed.  Able to cut the last thread that tied you to the MC.  Knowing deep down that you and Bucky both needed that.

Bucky clenches his jaw watching you and Hayden before storming out of the reception.  Throwing a leg over his bike as Curtis stands in front of him, “You and that stupid dog need to move.”

“Hey!  Doodle didn’t do anything to you.”

“No, but you sure did.  You took her away from me, and right into his arms.”

“That’s what you think happened?  Buck, I took her to my father who is a therapist.  One I didn’t even talk to, but she needed help.  Do you remember that day?  Do you remember Ari beating her ass, before he threw her on the floor to square up with you?  She was fucking rocking in the floor, covering her ears.  That girl was willing to throw herself at everyone so she didn’t have to face reality.  Used her fucking cunt as a way to not think.  Do you even know half the shit that went on with her in the MC?  Do you even know why Bruce made that lame ass claim of her stealing?”

Bucky shakes his head no, resting both his feet on the ground, “Why do you think he wasn’t invited?” Bucky’s eyes go large looking at him, thinking about your words, and what the old ladies had taught you, “Yeah.  He was attempting to take what he wasn’t given, until I walked in.  Remember how he had a fucking black eye?  Yeah, I had to get him off her somehow.  And then he assaulted her again by telling Ari.  Questioning his leadership that led to her beating.  You see, it’s a cesspool there.  He patched out, didn’t he?”

With a nod of Bucky’s head, Curtis shrugs, “He couldn’t bear to look at you.  You deserve more than that place,” Curtis reaches his hand in his pocket, pulling out a card, and hands it off to Bucky.

“What’s this?”

“That’s my appointment time.  Doc, she uh, she does good work.  She’s been helping me deal with some shit,” Curtis sighs.  It was the first person besides you that he admitted to seeking outside help.

“Your dad’s a therapist.”

“Yeah, so is my brother.  You think I want to talk to them about my sister’s death?  About the many times I failed with her and Doll?  I don’t think you realize the shit Doll dealt with because she thought that was her duty.  It’s not my story to tell.  Go see Doc though.  She’s good people.  I can miss an appointment.”

Bucky looks down at the card, running his finger over it, but hands it back to Curtis, “I can’t afford to keep this up.”

“Leave the MC.  I’m currently living with Doll and my brother.  Sometimes bounce back to the parents’ when they need some alone time.  I do honest work, and make an honest living.  You get out, I’ll pay for your appointments.”

“Why do you want to do this?”

“Doll and Steve see the good in you.  So do I.  Don’t let tragedy ruin you, Buck.  That appointment’s already paid for.  At least give her a try.  For me?” Bucky shakes his head no, kicking his bike on, “For Luna.”

He looks over at Curtis trying to hold back his tears.  “Hearing all that about Doll, and you think your unborn daughter needed to grow up in that environment?”

“No.”

“Do it for Luna.  Please?”

“One appointment,” Bucky gives Curtis a nod, and pets on Doodle’s head, and the dog’s tongue lags out of his mouth, “Tell her I loved her, too.”

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Keys in Your Ignition, Part 27

Summary:  the coziest of baby Everett’s is a....

Pairings:  Hayden Everett X Reader

Rating:  🥺🥺

Warnings:  language, oral sex (F receiving), mentions of Hayden’s baby juice, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  3.6K

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“And we’re about to see what you’re going to be,” Hayden plants a big smooch on your exposed belly, rubbing his hand on that little bump.  “I don’t really care what you are, because you are mine,” you clear your throat, trying to sit up, but Hayden pushes you back on the bed.  “And you are your mom’s as well.  Doll, what do you want?”

“I just want your baby,” you answer sweetly, cupping his cheek.  “Can we shave this today?”

“You don’t like my beard?”

“Haydes, that is scruff, and no.  You’re starting to look like your brother,” his mouth drops open, and he pushes his mouth flat against your belly.

“Your mama is mean to your daddy.  When you come out, you’re going to have my permission to bite her.  I don’t want to look like your uncle Coco, I want to look like Andy,” you shake your head, already laughing.  “What?  He’s got a full beard.”

“But I like your sweet smooth face.  It makes me want to sit on it.”

“I’m going to shave right now,” he moves to get up from in between your legs, but you wrap them around him, holding him there.  “Do you want me to play with my cupcake?”

“No.”

“Baby doll, your mom is being mean to me again.  You know I’m not really touching our baby with my dick, right?  I’m not trying to say I don’t have a big dick, but it ain’t that big.”

“Haydes!  I know!  I don’t want you to have that big of a dick.  My cervix getting pounded is not fun.  That shit hurts.”

“Who was touching your cervix?” He lifts up, pouting at you.  But you sit up with him, placing his hand back on your belly.  “Who?”

“Not the point.  I think your dick is perfect.  And I don’t want to find out what we’re having today,” he looks at you in shock again, dropping his mouth open, and you scoot just a bit closer, “I want to find out with our family on Christmas.”

“But you’re gonna cry.  You’re going to cry the big big tears no matter if our baby is a boy or girl.  You still okay with the names?” You nod your head, leaning up to give him a big kiss.  “Fine.  I’ll let us find out with the family what we’re having.  If you have sex with me in my big boy bed.”

“Hayden!  Isn’t your room almost right above your parents bedroom?” He shrugs, giving you a laugh.  “And your brother and my brother are both down the hall.  Is Andy and Amaris staying?”

“No, I’m a bit bitter about that, but beside the point.  You see this?  You see where my hand is?  They all know that we have sex.”

“Knowing we have sex, and hearing it is two completely different things, Haydes.  Can I suck your dick in your big boy bed?”

“Can you stop swallowing my cum when you suck my dick?”

“But I like it,” you whine, bringing yourself closer to him.

“I know you do.  But It feels weird that you're swallowing my baby juice, and my baby is already in your belly and it eats everything you do.  Ow!” You pinch his pretty little nipple, and start laughing.  “You are mean.  I’m the one that should be toughening up your nipples, Doll.  You leave these alone.  Can we fuck in the shower?”

“Are you shaving your scruff?”

“If you ride my face, while sucking my dick in my big boy bed.  I want nothing else for Christmas, but you to spit out my baby juice, and let me watch it drip down your chin, and my chin is soaked in your juices.”

“You’re so horny.”

“So that means, yes?” You nod your head, moving to stand up, but stop when the little bean gives you a hard kick, “Doll, baby, is everything okay?”

“Yeah, they’re just active.  You better quit making your mommy bruise from the inside.  And quit being so needy.  Your daddy is already enough.”

“Her daddy,” Hayden looks at you with a dopey smile, and you shake your head, “Yes, I am her daddy.  I fucked you so deep that it took.  That is my baby.”

“You called him a her.”

“Ahh!  You called her a him,” you pet over your belly smiling.  You wanted a mini Hayden.  Wanted to carry this precious baby boy around in your arms.  You were scared that if you were having a girl, she would only want something to do with her daddy.  You just wanted this precious little baby Hayden, so you could see your husband the way he was as a child.

“No, that bean is my daughter.  I want a baby Doll.  Like having your pretty little lips that poke out when you sleep.  Want her to have your eyes.  And I want a daddy’s girl.  But if this is in fact a mama’s boy, we will do it again, until I get my daddy’s girl, right?”

“Haydes?” You never thought you could love someone as much as you loved him.  While your relationship was fast, you found new ways to love him everyday.  Found different parts of his personality that you couldn’t get enough of.  He was your favorite person, and you still pinched yourself regularly, because you couldn’t believe you got to wake up next to this handsome and funny man.  

“I love you, and I want to give us all the babies.  That’s all I’ve ever wanted was a family.  Something that was really mine.  And we’re doing that.  You never have to ask if we can have a baby.  I want them all with you.”

“So…you’re giving me open season with your pussy?  I can breed you whenever I like,” you give him a little slap on his stomach, knowing that he was just goofy sometimes.  “You know I love you.  The only woman I have ever wanted this with.  And I think you put up with my antics quite well.  No one else would.”

“You could find a million women.  You’re hot as fuck.”

“Yeah, and soon I’m going to be dilf.  Walk around carrying my baby in a carrier.  Picking up groceries for my wife who is cooking supper.  Gonna have to turn all these women away just because they see me with a baby, and know that I make cute babies, and have good baby juice.  I’ll have to fight them away with one arm, and shield my daughter with the other.”

“Quit calling your cum baby juice.”

“It makes the babies!  That is Grade A baby juice right there, in fact, we’re going to have a Grade A baby!  Doll!  You quit walking away from me!” You take off the shirt you were wearing, now having nothing but those little panties on, and he nearly trips trying to get out of boxers.  “Okay, shower time.”

“We don’t have time for sex.”

“What?”

“We have a doctor’s appointment to find out if we’re having a boy or girl, but we’re telling them to put it in an envelope, and we’ll open it for Christmas.  I want everyone to find out with us what your baby juice made.”

“Aha!” He giggles, rubbing on your belly when you stand back up from turning on the water.  “You admit it’s baby juice.”

“Yes, and I’m going to make sure I tell your mother that your baby juice did this to me.”

“No!”

“Let her know that you have nearly painted my entire body with your baby juice.”

“Please don’t.”

“And tell her I’m never going to be on birth control ever again,” his eyes go large as you step into the shower, “So you better get real good at pulling out.”

“Wait…you’re going to trust me and my pulling out ability to make sure we do or do not get pregnant?” You nod your head, pulling him into the shower with you, “You do really love me, don’t you?  You’re serious?  No more birth control?”

“Not that it matters now, because I’m carrying your son, but yes, no more birth control.  You’ll have to learn to control your baby juice.”

“So even though we’re having a daughter, we’ll still do this again?”

“We’ll do it again, but this is a baby Hayden.”

“It’s a baby Doll!”

“Doll?  Baby, it’s Christmas,” Hayden whispers in your ear.  Checking over at the clock, and knowing that no one else would be up at this hour.  They weren’t even going to open presents until seven when Andy and Amaris got here.  “Doll, I want to taste your pussy for Christmas breakfast.”

“Shh,” you whisper, snuggling into the body pillow, but he flips you on your back, his body sinking under the blankets, “Haydes,” you whine, but he still pulls off your panties.  Flattening his tongue, licking up a long stripe through your folds.  “Hayden,” you start relaxing into his motions.  Bringing your fingers to weave through his hair.

A steady rhythm of whispering his name while he feasts on your weeping cunt.  Your eyes still closed, but you weren’t getting any sleep.  Everything since becoming pregnant was so much more sensitive, and this was turning out to be the easiest pregnancy.  No morning sickness.  No loss of sleep.  No severe fatigue, just sensitive.  

“Hayden,” you whimper out his name, your legs now on his shoulders as you feel a familiar tightness in your tummy.  Rocking your body into his mouth.  Getting right there, when a loud knock on the door makes you sit up, and Hayden’s glistening face pokes out from under the comforter.

“Doll, shut up.  It is Christmas, and hearing you moan my brother’s name was not on my list.  Andy is almost here because Amaris couldn’t sleep.  Get your horny asses out of here, so I know what kind of baby I’m getting for Christmas.  Cover yourselves, and please wash yourselves.”

“Seriously,” Hayden growls.  “Should I finish?”

“Yes, you should.  Because if your baby mama doesn’t finish, she’s going to be in an ill mood all day,” you give him a little push back under the covers, while he drowns himself in you.  Getting a taste of his pumpkin cupcake, while you go back into a state of bliss.  Keeping your mouth as quiet as possible.  Adding his fingers, he starts fucking into you.  Curling them and hitting over your g spot just to make things quick.

You rock your body up into his mouth even more.  Grabbing onto his back, and letting your body fall into complete pleasure.  Flattening back on the bed, and he pops up from under the blanket with a smile.  “You gotta wash your face, babe.  You can’t have my pussy juices on you when we find out what we’re having.”

“Okay, you lay there.  I’m gonna wash my face, and get you some clean panties, and help you dress okay?”

“I’m not that big yet.”

“Okay?” He gives you a little growl, and you whisper okay.  Sitting up in the bed, and rubbing over your little bump.  Smiling because you were so happy.  Hearing Hayden wash himself up, and even Amaris giggling and squealing at the tree.  “Andy Barber is here!”

“Hayden, you’re so silly.  He’s just a man.”

“He is the Andy Barber.  Here,” he holds out some panties for you, letting you slip them up, before bringing over your flannel pants, and helping you stand up to pull them up your body.  “There, adorable you are,” his hand rubs over your belly, and you try to walk towards the door.  Continuing your journey down the stairs as he rubs on your belly, “Right, Christmas.  We got a baby and kid with us this year, and next year, another baby!  But my baby, and…”

“Doll!  Look it!” Amaris giggles pointing at the tree.  “I know that those aren’t for Sailor, because she’s a baby and all, but look there’s a Calico Critters set.  Oh,” her hand rubs over your belly, giving it a little poke, “Can we find out what you’re having first?”

“No, I want you and Sailor to open up your gifts,” you pet over her face.  Even though she was a spitting image of Jessie, she reminded you a lot of Hayden, too.  “Come on, you can help get the gifts, okay?”

“Really?”

“Yes, sweet girl.  Really.  Oh,” you move her hand over to the spot that baby Everett was moving, and she gets to feel it kick.  Looking back up at you with a smile.  “Hayden thinks he is a girl.”

“That is definitely a girl.  Just be a girl, okay?  Sailor!” Amaris squeals out her name and Sailor kicks around reaching for Amma.  Ignoring you completely.

“Doll, you and Hayden are blocking the stairs,” Steve urges everyone to walk on down, and you drag Hayden to the couch to sit in his lap, getting a belly rub from Tara.

“She’s active, huh?”

“She is a boy,” you giggle.  “I want my baby Hayden.  And why is everyone ganging up and calling my son a she?”

“I say boy, too,” Steve says, placing Sailor into the floor, and she walks directly over to Amaris, “But that’s because the world isn’t ready for another one of you.”

“How about a healthy baby?” Howard interjects, carrying a groaning Tootles.  He sits her down next to Doodle, but the smaller dog jumps up into his chair, sitting on the arm of the chair, and waiting for Howard to sit down, before crawling into his lap.

“Oh, buddy, come here,” giving a tap to your leg, you let Doodle and his Christmas hat, provided by Coco, come over to you.  He presses his nose up to your belly before turning to watch the little girls grab at presents.

You already get anxious, and feel so much joy watching the two of them.  Amaris was patient with Sailor, and even let her open up a few of Amaris’ own gifts.  Watching as the presents dwindle down, and remind yourself that next year you would have your own baby added to the mix.  Constantly giving Hayden a kiss to his jawline as he rubs on your belly, and then Curtis holds up that red envelope.

“You want to open it, or you want someone else to?”

“Steve,” you whisper, and your brother stares at you, “I want you to open it.  You have been a part of this pregnancy the whole time, and I want you to tell me what I’m growing,” Curtis hands him the red envelope, and Steve slowly opens it.  

Pulling it away from Tulip who was trying to get a quick peek.  Smiling down at the ultrasound photo, and the gender reveal of your baby.  You shout his name, and he looks back up at you.  Tilting his head, and his eyes were so misty with tears, “Doll, you’re having,” he shakes his head, handing the envelope over to Tulip who gasps.

“Just tell me what my baby is!”

“Doll, honey, you’re having a baby girl.”

Your tears of joy yell out how happy you were.  Missing how the baby was in fact healthy, growing right on time.  Had a strong heartbeat.  You couldn’t even see the photos of her profile, and how she was perfect in every way.  “Oh sweetheart,” Tara comes over to you, giving you the biggest hug while rubbing her hand over your belly.  “What did you decide on the name?”

You couldn’t even speak.  You were just a bottle of the happiest tears because you had a little girl growing in your belly.  “Cozette Selene,” Hayden says over all the happy noise.  “But we’re going to call her Cozy.”

Curtis gives you the biggest hug, but his eyes linger outside.  Giving you a kiss to your cheek, he leans over to kiss your belly, before running out the door.  Ignoring the cold on his socks, “Where are you going?”

“You care about where I was going, but not why I was here?” Bucky looks from Curtis back into the house, and you were crying looking up at your husband as his hand caresses your bump. Noise all around you, but at this moment it was only you and him.  “What’s she having?”

“A girl.  Cozette Selene.  The little moon goddess,” Bucky looks down at his bike, tapping his fingers over the black metal.  “She’s happy, Buck.  You never went to that appointment.”

“Wasn’t ready.”

“Are you now?” He nods his head, looking back up at you.  Hayden gives you a lingering kiss before dropping to his knees, kissing over your belly.  “That’s their normal.”

“I can tell.  I want her to be happy.  I should go.”

“To where?” Bucky shrugs his shoulders, looking out at the neighborhood around him.  “No one should be alone on Christmas.  If you promise not to be inappropriate in any way, you can come in.  You congratulate her.  You tell her how happy you are for her.  You tell my brother congratulations and how lucky of a man he is.  And Monday, we’ll get you in with Doc, okay?” He nods his head, starting to get off the bike.  “You still sober?”

“Yeah.  Sometimes I question how crazy I am for getting sober.”

“You still in the MC?” Bucky shrugs again, because he didn't really know.  He was in limbo.  One foot in and one foot out. “You still wanna be with Doll?”

“Yeah, but I don’t want her to leave the dweeb.  They’re in love.  I couldn’t give her this.  Couldn’t be the steady one for her, or the loyal one for her.  Proved it time and time again.”

“Well, come on.  Don’t make her uncomfortable, okay?”  Bucky whispers okay to Curtis, and follows him inside.  Staring awkwardly at everyone, but you give him a big smile.  Holding onto Hayden’s hand that was planted above your daughter, and he gives you a chaste kiss to your neck.

“Bu-bu-bu-bu-bu!”

“Sailor!” Bucky leans forward, grabbing the baby up off the ground.  Did you get lots of presents?”  She nods her head, and points down at Amaris.  “Who is this?”

“Amma!”

“You have a lot of tattoos,” Bucky nods his head, and Amaris runs her fingers over one of them, “They’re kind of scary.  Can I color them?”

“Amaris,” Andy says calmly, shaking his head no at the little girl.

“She’s fine.  If Sailor can help, I’ll let you color my arm,” she gives Bucky a big smile, and runs to grab her new art kit.  “I wanted to tell you, I’m happy for you two.  Really.  You’re going to be the best mom.  And seeing how you make her smile all the time, I think you’ll be a great dad.”

“Thanks, JB,” Hayden gives your belly a tickling squeeze, thanking Bucky as well.  “Oh, Tara, are we making the cinnamon rolls?”

“Yes, of course.  Come on, sweetheart, you too, Tulip.  Amaris you and Sailor going to help or are you staying in here with the men?”

“I’m coloring his tattoos, they’re scary ones, so we gotta make them look good.  I’ll be there in a bit, Nini.  We gotta fix this.  Who are you and what is your name?” Sailor whines a bit when Steve takes a marker from her hands.  

“Dada, me, too!”

“You’re gonna make a mess,” pouting she shakes her head no.  “You will make a mess.”

“Wassssh me.  Me, too!”

“Steve, let her color Bucky’s arm.  Amaris, this is Sailor’s godfather, Bucky.  Him and Steve are best friends,” Tulip gives the marker back to her daughter, and Sailor sticks her tongue out as she sloppily colors on his arm.

“Hmm,” Amaris picks a tattoo with a skull, starting to add flowers to it.  “That’s my dad, Andy.  Doll is my aunt and Hayden and Coco are my uncles.  She calls me her moon child,” she giggles looking back at Hayden.  “Now me and Cozy are going to be moon babies, huh?”

“Yeah, Amma, you and my Cozy girl will be little moon babies,” Hayden can’t help but to try and peek into the kitchen, seeing the three of you fawning over your little bump.  “Amma, we’re gonna have to go shopping for clothes and toys now that we know you’re getting a girl cousin.”

“Me, too!” Sailor fusses at Hayden.  “Me, gi, too.  Me op!”

“Hayden, you’re going to have your hands full, son.  Shopping for a girl with Poppy’s guppy and moon child,” Hayden was happy.  He pats his leg, letting Doodle come and sit with him.  Whispering how he was going to be a big brother.  

“Dad,” Amaris stops, and looks over at Andy, “Are we still going to see Angel today?” You run out of the kitchen, poking your head back into the living room.  You needed answers.  You stare at Andy smiling, and he for once was speechless.

“She…she’s alone at Christmas.  Can…we just…this isn’t serious, and isn’t what you think it is.  This is…Amaris and I made her cookies,” you gasp, and he shakes his head, “They were just snowmen cookies we picked up in the cold food section.”

“I still made them.”

“Yes, sweetheart, you made them.  And we’ll take them to her later.  For now, color on the scary tattoos.  Daddy just about needs a nap.  I’m never up this early on Christmas,” you let him have this, this time.  You had hoped he didn’t lose touch with Angel.  Not just from a helping point, but you could tell that they were connecting in more than one way.  But he just wasn’t ready to admit it, so you walk away.  Still smiling knowing that soon, you would have your own sweet Cozy girl to cuddle up to.  Hayden’s very own daddy’s girl.

Next Christmas was going to be that much sweeter.  Hayden couldn’t stand it anymore though.  He had to follow you into the kitchen.  Keeping his hands on your belly while you and Tulip learned from Tara how to make the best cinnamon rolls.  Even Hayden’s mouth wasn’t far from yours or your neck.  Constantly whispering how he was getting his girl.

“And I’m going to hold her with her fluffy blanket all the time.  We’re going to have the sweetest, coziest Cozy girl ever.  Doll?” You scrunch your nose up at him smiling, “We’re having a girl.”

“I know.  You’re getting your daddy’s girl.”

“And I can’t wait.”

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Keys in Your Ignition, Part 20

Summary: the final part of Christmas, and the birth of Sailor Rogers

Pairings:  Hayden X Reader

Rating:  explicit

Warnings:  explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut, unprotected sex, PIV sex, the beginnings of a breeding kink, 18+ ONLY

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“Doll,” Hayden whispers as he kisses down the expanse of your body.  “Doll, it’s Christmas,” he giggles a bit before blowing a raspberry on your lower belly, and you push him away from you with your hand.  “Nope, you will wake up.”

“I need caffeine,” you whine, still not opening your eyes, instead rolling to your belly, but that doesn’t stop Hayden.  Throwing his leg over you, he settles down on your ass, “Ouf, get off me.  Haydes, I need tea.”

“You need this,” the heel of his hand presses into your back, and he gives you a massage.  You moan at the feeling, and Hayden gulps, your ass was right at his crotch, and he would never say anything to you, but you were driving him crazy.  He wanted things to go at your pace, but he was aching.  

“Mmm, Hay-den,” this is not what he needed to hear, but you were enjoying it.  It was an odd sense of trying to figure out what to do.  “Hayden, it feels so good.”

“You two are gross.  I was coming in here to wake you up, and…”

“It’s a damn massage,” you throw a pillow, and miss Curtis completely.  “Now, leave.  Make me tea.”

“No,” he says, crossing his arms over his chest.  “You need to get up.  Hayden, you need to get something ready.”

“Oh!  That’s right,” he hops off of you, and runs towards the door, getting a quick fist bump from Curtis.

“What was that?” Curtis shrugs, starting to leave the room.  “Uh-uh, you and him constantly are doing that or high fiving.  What is it?”

“I’m just proud the little dude is getting someone worth having, alright?  Is that so bad?  Now, go wake up your brother.  Mom is ready to spoil Tulip again.  I shutter to think what she’ll do when one of us starts to give her a grandchild,” you stop your movements, giving him an odd look.  “I mean, she refers to you as her child.  Not that you and Hayden need to have a child.”

“Right.  Right, that was completely how I took it,” Curtis raises his eyebrow as you start to walk away, and grabs your arm, “What?”

“But you two would make pretty babies,” you jab him in his side, and he chuckles as you watch down the hall.  “You know it’s true!  Don’t act like you haven’t thought about it,” without turning around, you hold up your middle finger walking to wake your brother up.

They were adorable.  Still fast asleep and spooned up against the other.  Steve’s hand rests on her large belly, and even Sailor gives her temporary home a roll and a kick.  It was like she knew her dad was holding her.  You and Steve might not have the best relationship, but you were proud of him.  

He had his own set of issues with the MC, and he came out on top.  Had recently been looking around the neighborhood for a garage to open up his own business.  Ready to move to the suburbs, and be a husband.  That little ring on Tulip’s finger just glistened in the first morning light.  

“Steve.  Tulip,” you whisper, and her eyes open immediately.  “That was quick.”

“I don’t sleep well anymore.  Miss Ma’am takes up a lot of room, and I don’t think I can make it another month,” she groans, going to sit up, and Steve wakes, helping her to sit up.  And he gives her the most tender kisses on her shoulders.  “You ma’am, need to quit moving so much.  I swear, she’s just like you already, Doll.”

“I told you to quit saying that,” Steve gives you a smile, and you walk closer to feel your niece moving around.  You loved this.  Had worried that Tulip might find it annoying with all the hands over her, but thankfully Steve seemed to be the type that would advocate for her when she had reached her stopping point.  “She does have your lips though.”

“Oh, stop it,” you bashfully say.  Holding onto the belly, while Sailor rolls around.  Steve’s eyes glance behind you as he watches Hayden, but you’re only worried about the baby.  “One of these days, I’m going to give you a cousin to love on.”

Hayden never stops staring at you.  He had decided weeks ago that he would marry you.  He knew that when you were ready, you would make the most beautiful and perfect family for both of you.  He couldn’t wait, even though he rather enjoyed this discovery that he’s doing with you.  Everyday was something new.  He happens to catch Steve’s gaze, and his cheeks go all rosey.  

Steve nods his head smiling.  He remembers that with his Tulip.  Things happened so quickly with her, and while he wants to see his sister just as happy as him, he hopes this new kid takes his time.  “Uh, I got your tea ready.”

“Sailor, your uncle Hayden is a smart man,” you gulp, realizing you said that out loud, but you also don’t want to back down now.  Tulip gives you a kind smile, she knows how quickly you were falling.  “Now, we’ve got to go check and see if the cookies that uncle Curtis left out are gone.  But first, warm tummies, and caffeine in my system.”

Hayden grabs at your hand as you walk past, sliding it to wrap around your waist.  This was already shaping up to be the best Christmas that you can remember.  The house looked like it was made of gingerbread, and there was so much love.  There might not be a ton under the tree, but just having everyone there, and knowing next year there would be a little baby to share it with.

“I think there’s a couple more presents for you, sweetheart,” Tara gives a wink to her youngest son, and he jumps up to get his present.  Walking a small little bag over to you, and you give him a questioning look.

“Just open it,” still looking at him, your hand touches on a piece of paper and you pull it out to see a picture of a golden retriever, and you’re back to looking at him, “She’s having puppies.  I thought…I wanna adopt a dog with you.  I’ve already got some schooling lined up for the puppy, but if you don’t want to do that, I did get you a really nice blanket.”

“But we don’t live together.  And after school…you’re wanting to move back here, and — are you moving back in with your parents?”

“No.  No, um…dad?” You look over at Howard, he slaps a hand over his face.  “I’m kinda drowning over here.  You wanna help me out?”

“Honey, why don’t you open this up, before we go on to another gift,” she hands you an envelope from Bunker College, but you still felt you were missing something.  “This came in the other day.

Slowly you open the thick envelope.  Staring at the acceptance letter.  You and Howard had sent off your application weeks ago.  Choking on your tears when you look up at Howard and Tara, “I got in,” Tara does a little cheer as she starts picking up the discarded wrapping paper.  “But…”

“Now, here’s this,” Howard says, handing over a homemade scholarship with your name on it.  “I know that money has been a concern for your schooling.  But…”

“I can’t accept this.”

“You will.  This is money that we’ve been sitting on.  It was,” he looks over at his wife, who moves closer to him, grabbing his hand.  “It was Jessie’s.  Each of our children had a college fund, and she never used hers past one semester.  It just didn’t seem right to use it on ourselves, so it sat there.  It feels right to use it now.”

Your fingers tap over Hayden’s leg, and you go to get up, but sit back down, “If you need to go to the back porch,” Howard starts, but you shake your head.  “The school isn’t far from here.  You and Hayden, if he wants, are more than welcome to stay here, but with the leftover money, and then a bit more, we did something.”

“Howard, Tara, no,” you’re unsure exactly what they did, but with the look he was giving you, it was spending more money.

“I know it’s sudden, but the leftover and a bit more, not much was used…look at it as a loan.  You can pay it all back, after you graduate.  You can let Hayden move in if you’d like,” he holds up a key, and your vision goes blurry.  “Sweetheart, I don’t think you’ve realized how much you have repaired our family.  Curtis,” Howard looks over at him, and Curtis’ hand rubs over his neck.

“I’m moving back in here.  You didn’t even mention that I wasn’t wearing a cut.  Merry Christmas,” walking over to you, he gives you a kiss to your head, “And thank you,” he rubs on your hand, “Moving back here is only temporary.  Gotta find another house for sale.”

“We needed you more than you needed us.  You’re never going to take Jessie’s place.  But you gave us hope.  You showed us a daughter’s love.  And no amount of money could ever thank you for that.  My husband and son have a relationship again, and I’ve never seen my baby happier.”

“I…” you try to breathe.

“Doll, let’s go outside,” Steve stands up, and pulls at your hand.  Even though you enjoyed Hayden’s warmth, you couldn’t breathe.  Heaving as he leads you to the back porch, even grabbing up a blanket for you.  Opting to sit in the swing instead of the steps, he wraps an arm around you.  “They love you.”

“No one has ever been that kind to me.”

“Yeah, we suck,” he chuckles.  Your eyes focus on the falling snow, while you try and process everything.  “They asked me first.  You know, what I thought about all that.  Doll, you deserve this.  After all you’ve been through, and all that you can do, take it.”

“I just…I feel I’m taking advantage of them if I do.”

“Really?” You turn to look at him, but quickly move your head to rest on his shoulder.  “The Everett's, they're not going to do anything for someone that isn’t appreciative.  They were just sitting on that money.  They were all broken in their own way after Jessie, and they needed this, too.  Curtis got to save you, when everything he tried didn’t work with Jessie.  Howard and Curtis are talking again.  Tara is getting to have these sweet moments that she didn’t with her daughter.  She’s getting to teach you how to cook, and Doll, they’re happy.  Let them have this, and do this for you.”

“They bought me a house.”

“Sounded like they want you to pay for what wasn’t spent with the college fund.”

“A house I have wanted for a family,” you finally look at Steve, not ashamed to look away anymore.  “How did you know that Tulip was the one?”

“She makes me laugh and smile.  Makes me think about the future.  Made me want this,” his head flicks over to the house.  “I never wanted a girl past what was in between her legs.  I know it’s gross, and I should have seen that’s how someone could see you, but I didn’t think about it.  I cared about Tulip.  She didn’t give me what I wanted.  She gave me what I needed.  Someone to talk to. Someone to plan with, and learn with.  Kinda like that stupid kid, huh?”

“He’s different.  I loved Bucky.  Part of me always will.  But the way I feel for Hayden is different.  It’s fast in ways, but slow in others.  It isn’t a fast and hard relationship; it’s tender and sweet, and Steve,” you take a deep breath, ready to speak it into existence, “I wanna marry him.  Not tomorrow or anything.  But I want that dog with him.  I want that house with him.  Make memories there with him and our dog.  Me to finish school, and I know he’s going to be so proud of me.  I want this simple and sweet wedding, and he carries me over the threshold, and then I want to make babies with him.  Fill that house up with babies that are noisy and sticky, and…it’s fast and not fast enough with us.  I want everything with Hayden.  I want our first argument about which place to order pizza from to be in that house.  And I want to decorate it every season, and I want to make him proud of me.”

“Oh, Doll, he is.  He’s so proud of you.  And I’m pretty sure he wants all that with you, too.  You should have seen his face when he was watching you hold the bump.  He’s in love with you, and you deserve that white picket fence, and two point five kids, your soccer mom car, and a to go tea cup in your hand.  You’re going to make the best wife and mother someday, but just…take your time.  There’s no rush.  I mean, a dog, a house, and going to school. That's a big deal, but if anyone can do it, it’s you.  Now, put the Everett’s out of their misery, and accept that gift, that way we can check the inside of this famous Doll house.”

You and Hayden run into the apartment, cheeks heated and noses cold from the wind.  Ice skating was interesting.  Both of you were horrible, but you laughed every time that you would fall down, making for a fun afternoon.  Slinging off your coat, and slipping off your shoes you move more into the apartment, ready to get on something that wasn’t sodden with ice.  “No!” Hayden screeches when you close the door to the bathroom.

“Doll face, let me in.  It’s very rude to waste water, and if we’re together,” his head presses up against the door when he hears the water turn on.  “My ass is cold, too.  You’re such a tease,” you choose to ignore him as you wash your body.  You need a moment to think.  Rubbing the washcloth over your chilled skin, you wonder if you should be trying to talk yourself out of what you were feeling.

He was your boyfriend.  You wanted to spend the rest of your life with him, and things were perfect today.  He was quickly approaching the end of his year with Harvard, and was graduating.  You had made plans to move in together afterwards.  Taking your puppy into your dream house.  He still mumbles on the side of the door, and it makes you giggle.

Hayden never pressured you for anything more than what you were comfortable with, and you were more than comfortable with him.  Forgoing drying off, you grab one of his button up shirts out of the hamper, and swing the door wide open.  He might have been whining to shower with you, but he managed to get everything off, but his jeans, and put a hoodie back on.

“It was cold.  My nipples are very hard.  Feel them,” looping a finger into his belt loop, you pull him closer to you.  Your chest already heaving with your deep breaths, and he undoes the first button on his shirt.  “Your nipples look cold, too,” when you don’t respond his hands fall to his side, and you undo his belt buckle.  Letting you navigate the next movements, “We don’t have to do this.”

“I want to,” unbuttoning his pants, Hayden’s hips poke forward and closer to you, and you find yourself arching into him.  It felt right.

“You don’t need to do this.”

“I.  Want.  To,” you reaffirm.  You hadn’t been more sure of anything in your life.  You wanted this.  You wanted all of Hayden.

“You’re sure?” You smile at him with a little giggle, nodding your head, and he pulls at your hips, bringing them right to his body.  His hands glide down your back, following your curves.  Moving back up, he starts to slowly undo each button before holding the shirt out on either side of you.  “You look good in my shirt.”

“I’m glad,” you whisper out.  Your breathing catching in your throat with the way he looks over your body.

“It’ll look better on the floor though,” his hands go to cup your ass, and he lifts you up.  Letting you wrap your legs around his waist as he walks you into the bedroom.  Gently laying you down, he shimmies out of his pants, and throws his hoodie into the floor.  Pushing that button up off your body, he picks it up, and lets it drop to the floor, “See?”

“Hayden, I love you.”

“I love you,” he says before crawling over top of you.  His knee goes in between your thighs, and even the slightest touch makes you whimper out his name.  “It’s not that I didn’t want to,” he starts pulling off of your lips with a pop, “I have wanted to.”

“And now, your girlfriend is ready.  Hayden, I’m ready,” Hayden crashes his lips into yours, moaning when you grind over his thigh.  You pull him down closer to you, and moan out his name when his cock is heavy on your thigh.  

He lifts off of you, sitting up to fist his cock, and you spread your legs wider, “You’re sure?”

“So sure,” whispering because you’re afraid this was all a dream.  Your fingers feel over your slit, and there was no preparation needed.  You were soaked, ready to take him for the first time.  “Hayden.”

He brings his body lower as he lines himself up.  Eyes dark and full blown with lust, and he doesn’t even know what he wants to watch.  You looked so pretty laying there in anticipation, and your cunt looked so damn inviting.  He watches as his tip glistening with precum rubs over your bundle of nerves, sliding it down until he breaches your entrance, and his eyes float back to look at you.

Slowly pushing through your velvety walls, and you cling to his arms.  Hayden doesn’t stop until he’s balls deep, and panting over top of you.  Your hands move to pet over his face gently.  Your thumb tracing over his trembling lip, “Haydes, you okay?”

“Yeah.  Yep.  Yes, this…this was worth the wait.  Yep.  God, you feel — yeah, wow.”

“We don’t have anything planned for tomorrow.  We can go all night.”

“Yep.  Wait, I didn’t get a condom.  Fuck,” your grab at his waist, and shake your head, “What?”

“We got tested.  I’ve got an IUD.  We’re safe.”

“Right.  Yeah, we’re safe,” he drags himself out of you, and slides in even slower.  “Doll, I’m gonna marry you.”

“You’re not asking me, are you?”

“No.  Not unless this is how you want to be asked,” you giggle at him, and shake your head no.  “Okay, yeah, I’m not asking.  It would be weird, and somehow romantic to ask you while I’m inside of you.”

“Shh,” you whisper, lifting off the bed to kiss him.  Your hand presses over his heart, and you realize why he’s talking like this, “Every part of me is yours, Hayden Elias Everett, and I’m not going anywhere.  So please, calm down before you have a heart attack.”

“Okay,” movements after your words are smooth.  Giggles still happen as you switch positions.  Especially when you knock on his shoulder, pushing him to lay on the bed.  Going to straddle him, and he stares up at you like you were the most beautiful thing in the world.  His fingers digging into your supple skin.  He couldn’t get enough of you.  

Working your body over him, but you weren’t close enough, so he pulls you down to him.  Sucking on your lip, while he stabs up into you.  The two of you finally become one, and you know even without a ceremony of marriage, that he was yours.  Bonding your souls in this moment, and there would never be another.  

You lean back, using your hands to keep you upright, and give him the view of his lifetime.  His eyes move from your face, to your tits, and then to where you connect.  Your cute little clit needing some stimulation, and he gives you that relief.  Smooth circles over your nub, while he watches his goddess.  You were magnificent.  He couldn’t even put into words how amazing you were.  “Cupcake feels amazing and Pumpkin loves my touch.”

“They both love your touch, Haydes.”

The two of you are in a different dimension despite the amount of times your phone was going off.  Nothing else mattered but you and Hayden.  This was a new start to your life with him, and you couldn’t wait to do it again and again and again.

“Dammit, Doll,” Curtis slings his phone over on the seat of the car as he rushes to yours and Hayden’s apartment.  Steve had quit calling him, but now Steve couldn’t because he was holding his girlfriend’s hand while your niece was being delivered.

“What could possibly be more important than Sailor being born?  Even mom and dad are already at the hospital,” he grumbles to himself.  He looks up at the apartment window, and it sure looked like you were home, “If there’s anything wrong with her.”

Curtis gives a nod to the doorman, and can’t get to the apartment fast enough.  Even receiving a picture of the newborn from Steve.  Serves you right for not picking up the phone.  He doesn’t even knock, just uses his key to get in, and he realizes quickly what was so important.  Clothes sporadically on the floor, and the barely closed door, your moans and bed squeaks, makes him turn around the opposite direction.

“Ahem.”

“Oh shit,” you get off of Hayden, and pull the covers up around you, “It’s not what it looks like?” Even you don’t believe the lie, and Hayden chuckling doesn’t help.

“You mean, you’re not really fucking my brother.”

“No.”

“Not right now you’re not, but before I cleared my throat you weren’t?  You know refusal to answer is not helping your case.”

“Why are you here?” Hayden asks, kissing along your sweaty skin again.  You don’t know how you weren’t beyond exhausted.  It had been a long evening, and night.  Looking over at the clock, you realize it was becoming a long morning.  “It’s in the middle of the night.”

“Was this the first time?  Or was it like eight hours ago?  Because Steve and I have been trying to call you.  You have a niece,” you fall out of the bed trying to get clothes, and you turn back around to apologize to Hayden.

“I’m sure this was a perfect stopping point,” standing up, he wraps his arms around your waist, “I’m sure you…”

“Get fucking dressed and let’s go!  Stop with your fucking pillow talk.  Damn, I’ll grab some Tylenol, I’m sure you’re going to be sore and tender.  Geeze, you’d think you two have never had sex before,” while you might have, there was nothing that compared to the way that Hayden made you feel.  He was adding to your happiness, and it was the happiest of feelings ever.

You all but run down the hall ready to meet this perfect angel.  Opening up the door to see Tara holding the baby all snug, while Howard stares down at her, “She is the sweetest little guppy,” his voice cracking with every word. Tulip looks up at you, and snorts.  You were positively glowing.  Clothes that didn’t even match and they were not properly buttoned, hair a mess, and Hayden didn’t look any better.

“Rough night?”

“Tulip delivered a baby, and looks better than you,” Steve rolls his eyes.  He hated thinking about you in that way.  “Now, you gotta fight Nini and…?”

“Poppy,” Howard answers, but never looks away from Sailor.  “But if she wants to call me something else, she’s allowed to.  Look at her,” he finally glances up at you, and Hayden and rolls his eyes, “She’s perfect.  Tara, let Doll hold her newest relative, and we’ll go do a coffee and tea run.  I’m sure some of us need some caffeine.”

Walking closer, you let Tara hand off the baby, and you coo down at her sweet face.  She really was perfect.  You pet around her skin, and wonder how something so pure could ever happen in this world.  

“Dude,” Curtis whispers, smacking at Hayden’s stomach.  “You keep looking at her, like you want to put your own baby in her.”

“She looks good like that.”

“I’m guessing you two just had sex for the first time, so maybe lay off being a horny bastard, okay?  Now, go hold your niece, and let's see if she gets all hot and bothered.  You two are going to unleash some breeding kink seeing each other hold a baby.”

“Not yet.  But one day,” he says, walking over to you.  Pressing a kiss onto your temple, and you offer her up to be held, “Doll, you take all the time you need, baby.  I know how much you’ve waited to hold her,” and you had.  You waited a long time to hold onto a beautiful baby girl, but you were not prepared for this.  Even her being just your niece was overwhelming.  You didn’t realize how much you could love someone you just met.  You heart bursting with adoration for this beautiful baby.

“Steve, Tulip, she’s perfect,” a sweet moment, slightly ruined by Curtis walking by to give a high five to Hayden.

“Seriously?  That’s why you wouldn’t answer your phone?” Your brother glares at you.

“Wook at dis sweet wittle baby, Stevie.  You did such a good job of making dis beautiful angel,” Steve rolls his eyes at you, but all it takes is for Tulip to place a calming hand on his arm, and he’s back to relaxing.

“You look happy,” she mouths at you, and you respond with a nod.  Looking down at the precious babe, and you lean over on Hayden.  You knew that one of these days, that this was going to be you and him.  But for now, you’re just going to enjoy this moment.  It was simple.  It was a dream.  And yes, it was perfect.

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Keys in Your Ignition, Part 26

Summary:  Thanksgiving

Pairings:  Hayden Everett X Reader, The Everett’s

Rating:  🥹🥹🥹

Warnings:  language, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  3.5K

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A/N: This is the part of the story where Kindly Unspoken really starts to intertwine…so the part with Andy may be confusing.

You sneak a peek over at your sleeping husband.  Watching his handsome face all curled up in the pillow.  Him being away from you is what woke you up.  While it seemed like you and Hayden had got together quickly, and even started your life quickly, you didn’t care.  There was no timeline for love, and yours and his was perfect.  

The sun slips through the curtain to your bedroom, shining on his arm, and you know that you don’t have long.  First morning pee is what you were told.  You didn’t want to disappoint him before the festivities started, so you decided you would test without his knowledge.  You could deal with your own upset later, but the last thing you ever wanted was to see your Haydes’ pouting face.

Letting the test wait on the counter, you lean against the doorframe still watching him.  He was your everything, and you couldn’t wait to have everything part of life be experienced with him.  There was a part of you that wanted to give him a pregnancy, because you knew that things were undoubtedly about to get crazy.  And in some weird way, you didn’t want to soil the possibility of Jessie having a child with your own pregnancy announcement.  

You didn’t know about the child when you and Hayden started trying for a baby, and you wondered if her existence would take away from your own child.  You press your hand against your stomach, and turn back into the bathroom.  Looking over the test, it was like deja vu.  Seeing a positive test before was terrifying though, and this one was terrifying in a different sense.  

You wipe away a stray tear, because you wanted this baby.  Wanted to make Hayden a dad.  Wanted to become a mother, and have another piece of your dream come true.  Walking back to the bedroom, you sit on the bed, and boop Hayden on the nose.  He groans a bit, his mouth turning up into a smile, and even his arm reaches around you to pull you down, but you slip the test in his hand before he can touch you.

“Doll face,” his eyes open immediately, and he’s a mixture of tears and smiling, “I don’t wanna look.”

“Yeah, you do, daddy.”

“Stop it,” he playfully growls.  Sitting up, he looks down at the test and lets it fall on the bed, before he pulls you into him.  “I’m gonna be a daddy.”

“You are,” giggling on his neck, you give him the sweetest little tickles all over him.

“And you’re going to be the hottest mom!  We’re going to have us the snuggly little baby that’s all cozy and perfect, and beautiful and amazing, just like her mom that I am so proud of you,” lifting up off Hayden’s chest, you sniffle staring down at him.  “I am.  You’re doing so good in school, and you’re making this house a home.  And we get to decorate the little nursery, and give Doodle a baby.  He’s going to have his little hooman.  The baby is going to be perfect.”

“Haydes, are you scared?”

“No.  No,” your lip trembles, and he kisses up at your forehead, “I’m not scared at all.  I know why you are.”

“No, you don’t.  You could never understand.”

“Hey,” both his hands cup the side of your face, and he waits until you’re looking at him, “Every pregnancy is different.  I’m not going anywhere, no matter what happens.  I am Hayden, your husband, and you’re stuck with me.  For better or worse.  You’ve got me, Doll face,” all he was saying was not all that your fears were based around.  “We’re happy, yeah?”

“Yeah,” you are.  You can’t remember being happier.  It seemed every milestone with him just made you even happier.

“So can I shout it?  I love waking your boyfriend up by shouting at him,” you nod your head, and his hands move to cover your ears.  “Curtis!  Doodle Dude!  Curt-IS!” Starting to laugh at him, you hear Doodle’s feet shuffle around upstairs, and a loud groan.  “Curtis!”

“Shut up!  I am coming!  Wake the dog up.  He bounced on my chest.  I can’t get any sleep here.  And this is so dumb.  I swear you two are children, and…” He opens the bedroom door, and glares at you laying on Hayden’s chest.  Your good boy comes bounding in the room, jumping on the bed, and he inches closer to you.  “What are you screaming at me for.”

Hayden’s hand reaches over to the discarded test, and lifts it up to him, “Before I go on, cover your ass,” both you and Hayden start laughing, and he pulls a pillow over on your ass.  “What does it say?”

“You know what it says,” he slowly walks on your side of the bed, and crawls on.  His hands pet on Doodle, who can’t quit staring at you, “You knew, didn’t you boy?  Is that why you followed mama around?”

“Mama,” Hayden coos.

“Doll,” Curtis, smiles at you through his tears, “You’re giving me a niece or nephew?”

“I am, uncle Coco,” he pulls Doodle close to him, giving the fluff monster a big hug.  “And you know what today is?”

“What?” You look over at Hayden, and give him a kiss to his nose.  “What?”

“One year ago today, you saw my ass for the first time.”

“Oh my god!”

“And I still think it’s the cutest ass I’ve ever seen.”

Hayden gives a quick squeeze to the swells of your ass under the pillow, while Curtis looks up at the ceiling.  “One year ago today.  Who would have thought this girl that used to try and show me her tits.”

“I did not!”

“She would lean over the bar, and always smirk at me.  Face it bro, if it wasn’t for me, you’d never met her.  Thankfully there was always something that grossed me out about her.  I guess it was because I knew those pretty little lips would be…”

You grab the pillow off your ass, and slam it on Curtis’ face who starts laughing hysterically.  “Shut up.”

“Have you two kissed?”

“He kissed me.”

“That is a lie!  You had the biggest crush on me.”

“No, I didn’t!  Haydes, I promise, he kissed me.”

“I feel like I’m missing something.”

Curtis sits up in the bed, and places the pillow back over your butt, “You’re not.  It was a moment of weakness.  I need you to let your wife know that this little crush had to eventually end, and now look at you.”

“Was there tongue involved.”

“Blech.” “Oh my god!”

“I can live with that then.  And now, she’s got me growing inside of her.  Always inside of her.  I mean, I guess if we’re being fair, she’s had me inside of her for a few weeks.  Had to make sure it stuck,” slamming your face down on Hayden’s chest, you try to just go away.  They were a pair when they got together.

“That was really gross.  I need a palate cleanser.  Put on a cartoon or something.  Doll, could you please put some shorts or pants on, and watch this with us, so I can get the image of that shit out of my head.”

“You know,” you start climbing off Hayden.  Doodle looks over at Curtis before getting up to follow you around, and you find it to be the sweetest thing.  He knew there was something different about you.  “I know how much you love kids.”

“What’s your point?”

“I’m sure some cute little geeky girl that carries a plethora of items with her wherever she goes,” Curtis looks up at you shocked, “I’m just saying if that girl wants kids, and lets you get into this breeding thing, you’re going to have that poor girl leaking of you as well.”

“What girl?  You have a crush?  Who is she?”

“Doll!  Hayden doesn’t know how to keep his mouth shut!  Why would you do this to me?”

“Oh, you like like her, like her!  This is adorable.  Doll, operation get Curtis and nerdy girl together,” another pillow goes flying at Hayden, but you rub on your belly walking over to them.  “My wife is pregnant.  Quit with the flying pillows.  I just want to know more about this girl.  What is her name?  Where did you meet?  Do you have a chance?  What are you waiting for?”

“I’m waiting because she’s in therapy when I see her.  She finally says a cute little hey to me.  And…I can’t believe you told him, and now he’s doing the whole ‘my wife is pregnant’ bit so I don’t hit him with a pillow.”

“I’m just saying Curtis,” you crawl over Hayden, in between the two.  Giving the bed a little tap, Doodle jumps up there, and lays his head in your lap.  “I think it’s adorable, and when you find the person that you see a future with, you may want kids.  You’d be a good dad.  By the way, she owns a bookstore on main.”

“What?  You’re just now telling me this?” Curtis crosses his arms over his chest, pouting as he looks at the tv, “I think you need to go buy a new book, and I will accompany you.”

“I think you need to act your age.”

“One year ago, you were sleeping in my little brother’s room, and he got a look at your ass, and now look at you.  Married, cuddled up in your bed, and you have a wee little baby in there,” his hand moves to your stomach, giving it a little squeeze, and Hayden sits up to move his hand.

“Nope, this is my belly now,” he lays his head to your stomach, and you jut out your bottom lip, smoothing your hands over his hair, “You stay nice and cozy in mama’s belly, and I will keep her warm.  This is my baby and my belly, Curtis.  Hands off.  Mine.”

“Boys, stop it.  Doodle is better behaved than you two.  Let’s watch…Moulin Rouge.”

“That is not a cartoon.”

“But it makes me happy, and I am pregnant,” Hayden gasps looking up at you, and you nod.  “Yes, I will use that as a way to get you now, Haydes.  But I promise to only use my powers for good.  Now, lay back down on the baby, and we’ll watch Moulin Rouge and then Oliver and Company, okay?  And while we’re at it, Doodle, I think we gotta teach you how to tell Poppy and Nini that you’re going to be a big brother.”

“That’s adorable,” Curtis leans back, to enjoy the movie, and the company.  He loved that you and Hayden were sickeningly sweet, and even put up with him.  He knew eventually he would move out, and move on, but he liked not being alone.  Loved being able to comfort you while Hayden was working, only for him to arrive, and you go into his lap.  It was an easy and trusting relationship the three of you had, and he couldn’t get enough of it.

Sailor gets a big smile when you walk in with Hayden, Curtis, and Doodle.  Her little hands start clapping, and she reaches up to you.  Squealing when you give her kisses all over her face.  

“Go on,” Hayden coaxes Doodle in the living room with a basket in his mouth.  “Take it to Nini.”

“Thanks buddy,” Tara says, grabbing the basket full of fake leaves.  “You want me to put it on the table?”  Doodle barks at her, his nose touches on the basket, and Tara looks at it oddly.  Tootles gets up and walks over to the largest dog, looking up at the basket.  “Son, what does your dog want?”

“He brought you a present, and,” his arm reaches over and clings to you, when Andy walks out of the kitchen, “Doll, Andy Barber is here.”

“I see.  Hello, Andy.  Glad you got to spend Thanksgiving with us. Tara, Doodle brought you a present.  It’s hiding in the leaves.”

Even though she gives you an odd look she sticks her hand in the basket, and Doodle wiggles his whole body.  You wrap both arms around Hayden as Tara pulls out two baby shoes, “No,” she pouts looking up at you two.  You give her a head nod, and she drops the basket, bolting towards you.  

Holding both you and Hayden in her arms, she kisses both of your cheeks, “You’re sure?”

“Well we haven’t gone to the doctor, but there were eight tests,” Howard looks from the floor to the shoes that were in Tara’s hand, and then up at you.  “Doll didn’t believe not one of those tests.”

“You’re pregnant?” Steve asks, looking between you and Hayden.  You smile, nodding your head, “But eight tests?”

“I needed confirmation.”

“Oh, honey,” Tara leans back to look at you, her hand on your stomach, and you want to laugh and cry, and feel all the things.  “You’ve already given us so much, and, oh, there’s a baby in here, and my baby made that baby, and Howard…are you not going to say anything?”

“I think Doll is overwhelmed enough.  I’ll get you later though.”

Andy gives you a nod, and you swear Hayden holds even tighter to your body, “Can I talk to you a minute?”

“Yes, you can.  Doll face, I’m going to be down here, you go talk to Andy,” you roll your eyes as he sits down, and head towards the back porch, a home away from home.  

Grabbing a blanket at the door, you walk outside, and sit on the steps.  It seemed like only yesterday that you came out here lost in all your crippling thoughts.  Watching your little chipmunks play around, and you tried to envision what life would be like had you grown up here.

“So a baby is on the way?” Andy says, sitting down with you.  “You have a good family.”

“I doubt sometimes if I deserve them,” you pull the throw around you tighter, and your eyes never leave the old treehouse.  You and Hayden had tried to get up there, but the creaky ladder made the two of you abandon it quickly.  “I came out here all the time, and would sit and think.  I didn’t have a pretty life.”

“So Curtis had said.”

“What are you wanting to talk about Andy?”

“They found her,” you turn your head to look at him, but now he was the one staring at the treehouse, “I helped Curtis and Jessie build that.  Jessie and I go way back.  Always friends.”

“Don’t change the subject.  You said that they found her, and what are you going to do?”

“She’s happy.  Lives on a farm in New Hampshire.  I wonder if I’m making a mistake.  She doesn't know me.”

“You know, my dad always told me that when Steve’s mother left, and mine died that he wondered what life would be like if Sarah came back.  I wondered if she would be like my mother or the old ladies.  I get that you are wondering, but don’t you think it’s a disservice to you, Curtis, Hayden, Howard, and Tara if you don’t try?  You’re not saying that her foster parents can’t see her or continue to be in her life.  You’re trying to get the life that was stolen from you.  If my mother was alive, I’d want her to come and find me.  She has a family that she deserves to be a part of, and everyone here deserves to be in her life, too.”

“I don’t want to stress you out with all of this.  Curtis was right, you remind me of Jessie in ways.  She went looking for a life that you were raised in though.  But…when Curtis and I go to see here, would you want to come or…I’ve got room at the house, you and Hayden could stay there.  I don’t want her to come to my house and feel confused because she’s with a man she’s never met.  I feel like I’m going to terrify her.  I would like her to have someone that she can trust and could possibly just be a source of comfort, but again, you’re pregnant, I don’t need you stressed because Curtis and Hayden would have my head.  I see what he sees in you.”

“Which one?” You laugh.  Hayden and Curtis both were your soulmates.  Hayden for that deep passionate love.  Someone that you wanted to grow old with, laugh with, share your life with.  You couldn’t get enough of him.  The both of you were obsessed with each other.  And Curtis was your best friend.  The person that in a way was your guide through life.

“Both of them.  But I was talking about Curtis.  He loves you, platonically, but it’s a deep and true love.  You’ve overcome a lot.  You’ve got a lot of respect for you in that house.”

“You have no idea.  I don’t ever wanna go back, but I never fully want to forget.  I’m thankful for the life I have because of that pain.  I think in this family, it’s like we all had this broken road that led us all here together.  This weaving of lives in some weird way, and we’ve all been broken by something.  And now we’re all this odd family that’s learning to function again.  My husband does really love you, and I don’t like keeping the fact he has a niece from him.  So if this can all be over soon, that would be great.”

“I promise.  It’ll be soon,” he stands up, and lowers a hand down to you, “I think a celebration is in order.  And look,” you look towards the door to see Doodle wiggling his tail with those baby shoes in his mouth, “You’re going to make a great mother, Doll.  You’re already a good aunt, and I hope that you being an aunt extends to my daughter.”

“Of course it does.  She’s Haydes’ niece.  I married him, we’re a package deal now, Andy.  But currently, I need to feed my baby, and love on my sweet boy.  He’s so happy about getting a human, and he doesn’t even know it.  I told you I would help you, and I meant it.  Hayden would never forgive me if I didn’t help the Andy Barber out,” the laughs follow you inside as you pet Doodle.  “Andy, you’re gonna be fine.  She’ll thank you for trying as hard as you have, too.”

Walking into the living room, Hayden narrows his eyes at your belly.  You smooth your hand over it, before getting into his lap, and patting a leg for Doodle to join you.  Hayden slips a hand under Doodle’s head to press up against your belly, and you lean up against him.  This was never going to get old, seeing him excited, and openly excited to become a parent with you. Hayden’s hand, and Doodle’s head was never far away from your belly, and it made your heart swell with pride and love knowing that this little baby was going to have the most loving family ever.

There was no way of knowing when you had gotten pregnant yet, but you did have a gut feeling.  It was like you could feel yours and Hayden’s essence join together to become one.  A warm cozy feeling had run through your body while you stared up at him.  And if that was the case, you were further along than you had thought.  “Haydes’ next year we’re gonna have us a little turkey in our arms.”

“Oh!” He looks down at you, squeezing your belly under his fingers.  “We’re gonna have a little turkey in our arms.  Sailor is going to have a cousin.”

“Babe!  Mememememe!”

“Yep, Memememe has a baby in her belly, Say.  Wanna see?”

“Nope,” she answers matter of fact, crawling over to her bag of toys.

“That hurts.  Say, you’re gonna have a cousin next year.”

“Nope.”

“Doll, she hurt my feelings.  Our baby is gonna be perfect, right?”

“How could they not be?” Tara gives the two of you a smile, turning to look away when he kisses you.  Her eyes drift over to the last family photo they had with Jessie.  Wishing that things would be different.  While Tara loved you, holidays without her daughter were hard.  Never getting to say goodbye was even harder.  She knew it was crazy, but she wished that there was a part of Jessie that was left behind.  Having Andy here helped a bit.  It was like she was getting years back.  And only time would tell what would happen now that Andy was back.

But her home felt full and whole.  Her kids were here, she had a few that she now called her own, dogs in the house, a baby and one on the way, and Curtis and Andy bonding.  It was what she always wanted, and with the prospect of more to come, it felt good being in the Everett household this Thanksgiving, and she was going to cherish every second of it.

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Keys in Your Ignition, Part 25

Summary:  now presenting Dr. and Mrs. Everett

Pairings:  Hayden Everett X Reader

Rating:  explicit

Warnings:  mentions of mental health, vague mentions of Jessie’s death, Hayden tears, pussy worship, explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut, unprotected sex, breeding kink, oral sex (F receiving), fingering, PIV sex, creampie, curious about a lactation kink, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  4.6K

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A/N:  While not completely necessary, there is a part featuring Andy Barber, and if you haven’t read Kindly Unspoken, you might be a bit confused.

*dividers created by @firefly-graphics​

Hearing Hayden snore behind you, it softly wakes you up. You glance down at the pretzel the two of you had become. His hand firmly on your boobie, while you held his arm. Your ring glimmering in the first morning sun, and your legs were intertwined. At first glance people would assume this wasn’t comfortable, but you loved the warmth that Hayden gave off. He was your home.

Sure you were in your own physical home with him, and Doodle was for once at the foot of the bed waiting on someone in the house to get up, but these simple morning where you could feel his warm breath on your neck, and could feel a faint beating of his heart on your back were your favorite.

Only two and a half weeks separated you from becoming Mrs. Hayden Everett, and you almost wished you had bumped it up even more. Tara had made herself sick trying to figure out how she was going to move things up. But you assured her that you wanted something small and intimate. Keeping things in the Everett’s backyard meant only the closest of friends came.

It was before thanksgiving, before Christmas, and only a few short weeks after your brother’s wedding, but you didn’t want to wait. You wanted to wake up knowing that the man behind you was your husband. There was nothing that you had wanted more than to marry Hayden. Continue creating your beautiful life, and hopefully have a few additions to the family.

Hayden’s face nuzzles on your back, and he pulses his hand, giving your tit a few squeezes. He ghosts his lips on your spine, causing a soft moan to whisper out of you, “Woman, why are you making those noises?”

“Why are you squeezing my tit?”

“Because my hand was on your boobie. They’re fun to play with. Do you know what today is?” He had been counting down the days for this very moment. Literally reminded you how many days were left until your appointment. Last night had been a countdown of hours.

“I do,” he pulls off you, and gives a good stretch before kissing down your body. “Is the door locked so our child can’t come busting in?” He chuckles, shaking his head no. Waiting until he was face to face with your sex, and he bites at his lip. “You’re going to talk to my pussy aren’t you?”

He gives you a quick and playful swat, and kisses on your glistening folds. His shoulders pushing your legs further apart. “She didn’t mean it, honestly, Cupcake. Listen, I know we’ve been having fun, but we’re getting that thing taken out of you today. And,” he holds up his finger, and you laugh silently watching him have the most serious conversation with your cunt.

“I’m going to be very demanding. I want a baby with this woman, and I don’t know what I want more to marry her or procreate with her. What I do know is I love her very much, and she is going to give me the sweetest, coziest babies ever. So I need you to behave. I need you to work with me, and not against me,” you brush back his fallen hair out of his face, and he looks up at you. Leaning into your hand, “We’re gonna make a baby.”

“Well get up here, and let’s make a baby.”

“Doll! You still have that torture device in my pretty girl.”

“It’s an IUD!”

“What I’m saying is, we can’t make a baby, and I’m not wasting my baby juice on that. I need to save that for when it’s out of you. But I can make you see stars,” with a devilish smirk he dives into your core. His lips kissing up your slit so calmly and peacefully. Whispering out I love you’s, and you don’t care if it’s for you or your pussy.

Sticking out his tongue, the thick muscle pushes into your tight channel. His nose rubbing up and down on your clit, while he savors your honey. This would be one of the last times he was having dessert for breakfast, because after today was going to be just pure animalistic breeding. You both knew it. Didn’t care that the wedding was such a short while. You hoped you could get pregnant beforehand.

Hayden flattens his tongue and runs it up the expanse of you. Moaning at your taste before his lips circle around your clit. Sucking the little nub, while pressing three fingers into your hole, “Play with your boobies,” he says, pulling off of you with a pop. Letting his body lay flat on the bed while he worships at your altar. Your hands move to your tits, and you pinch at the hardened buds. Grabbing them, and giving them a shake, because Hayden loved to watch your tits jiggle.

He had studied your body as closely as his books. He knew what to do and where to hit to make you climax quickly. He was stalling. He enjoyed watching you as your face filled with pleasure. Loved your sweet sounds in the morning because they were more hoarse. A rawness to it. Your face cleaned of any makeup. Eyes a bit puffy, and hair a mess from sleep, but he found you the most beautiful and vulnerable just like this.

You were comfortable here in this bed, and in this house that you were making a home. Whether you were snuggled up beside him, or sitting on the couch studying, this was yours and his space, and soon the two of you would fill it with a family. Babies running around being chased by Doodle, and possibly another dog.

He changes to nip at your sensitive pearl, and your back arches of the bed. He was heading for the grand finale. Pulling out every whimper and his hiccuped name. The two of you would truly be having unprotected sex as you counted down your next milestone, your wedding. It might be fast to some, but it was perfect timing for you and him.

Curling his fingers, he lets the calloused tips hit over the spongy area in your cunt. Your eyes and pussy clench down as your high over takes you. Settling back on the bed, hearing Hayden slurp up all your juices before he’s crawling back up to you. His lips glossy with your essence kiss over your face, before smiling at you fondly, “Alright, get dressed. We got to feed your boyfriend or he’s going to be grumpy at work.”

“Quit calling Curtis my boyfriend. You said that to someone the other day, and they were very confused.”

“Fine, he’s your boyfriend around family. He can be your boring brother-in-law around new people, deal?” You give him a nod, and sit up to find Doodle with his nose in the corner.

“Haydes! Look at our baby.”

“We embarrass him.”

“Maybe if his daddy wasn’t such a horn dog.”

“Ooh! Say that again.”

“Horn dog,” you laugh, biting at your lip.

“No, say daddy. Because that’s what you’re going to make me. Say it.”

“Baby daddy,” you squeal, jumping up to run into the bathroom to grab one of his shirts.

“Doll! No! Just daddy!”

“Where is he?” You stutter, your eyes already filling up with tears while Steve and Tulip try and calm you down. “Steve, where’s Curtis?”

“He’s on his way.”

Your eyes drift to the clock in the living room, and you shake your head. Eyes going red, trying to steady your breathing. “I won’t get married without him here. I can’t. Can you please just call him? Ask how far away he is. It’s…how’s Hayden?” Tulip walks closer with Sailor, using her hand to fan your face.

“Shh, Doll, he’ll be here shortly.”

“The ceremony is supposed to start in fifteen minutes! Do you think Hayden would be mad if I delayed the wedding?”

“He wouldn’t,” Howard steps into the living room, beaming at you. His hands stretched wide to give you a big hug. “However, my other son is going to be in trouble for upsetting you. Steve, I need to find out his estimated time here. Tulip, will you go inform Tara and Hayden that everything is okay, but fill them in. Guppy, you come here to Poppy, I think Mememe needs some loving, too.”

Her chubby little legs kick around as she reaches for Howard. Laying down on his chest, and even blowing you a kiss. “I don’t want to do this without him here,” you tell Howard as everyone leaves. “This is all because of him.”

“While I know what you mean, sweetheart this is all because of you. He gave you the tools, but you learned to use them,” you pout your lip out, starting to fan your own face, “Sweetheart, there’s no need for tears. Curtis will be here. Hayden is waiting outside patiently for his future wife. This wedding will happen today even if it takes another hour. And then you and Hayden will go home, and spend your first night together as husband and wife before your honeymoon. Okay?”

“You promise?”

“I promise.”

Curtis slams through the door with Andy Barber by his side. Running over to you for a cheek kiss before he’s racing upstairs, leaving Andy to stare at Howard awkwardly. “You know, when Curtis was late because he was doing something, I never thought it was because of you. How are you, son?”

“Doing well. I, uh, I probably should go.”

“No,” you answer quickly. Grabbing at his hand, you shake your head, “The least you can do since you almost ruined my wedding is stay. Hayden would be so excited to have the Andy Barber at his wedding. There’s plenty of food. It’s not much. I don’t need much but him. Please?”

“As long as you save a dance for me?” You smile nodding your head, as Howard walks out with him. Steve walks back into the living room with you, and both of you wait. Looking up at the stairs for Curtis.

He looked handsome with his suit on. Him and Steve hold both their arms out for you to take, and you inhale sharply, “I’m really doing this, aren’t I?”

“It’s not too late to walk away now,” Steve laughs. The both of them walk you closer to the back door. Already able to see Hayden under the treehouse with his best friend Beck who was whispering something in his ear, and then turning to look at you. Hayden was refusing to look at the back door.

“No, it’s too late.”

“I don’t want to know,” Steve sighs.

“And I know all too well. How many weeks have you been without your torture device?” You give him a quick and painless punch to his side, and giggle when Hayden’s eyes, but not his face, looks over towards you.

He licks his lips before looking down at the ground, almost ruining his first look. “He’s so beautiful.”

“And this is such a sickeningly sweet love story,” Steve gives you a quick kiss to your cheek, and opens the door. It was your love story. And it was your favorite. The music starts up as the two men lead you down the aisle.

Sailor squeals from Tara’s lap, clapping her hands with her sweet little, “Memememe!”

Doodle’s body shakes at Hayden’s feet, and his nose nudges his dad’s hand before Hayden finally looks back at you. His face scrunches up, and his hands begin to wipe at the tears as they walk you down the aisle. You could hardly see with the tears clouding your eyes. Stopping when you reach just in front of him.

“Who gives this woman for this man?”

“Her family,” Steve stutters.

“And her extended family,” Curtis adds in before Steve sits down, and Curtis helps you to stand in front of Hayden. Leaving your side only when Sailor whimpers out a Coco. And he walks over to pick her up.

You can’t even hear what the officiant is saying. Only looking at your almost husband, and ready for the both of you to say your vows. Ready to start a new journey with your favorite person. Doodle’s whole body shaking and walking between his parents and grandparents.

“Doll, I knew the moment I saw your ass sticking out from under of my blankets, laying on my big boy bed, that poster of Cameron Diaz still on my wall, that you were the one I was going to marry. Call me a crazy person by judging someone from the butt and lack of panties, but you had me. And then, you talked to squirrels,” you laugh at him reminding him they were chipmunks, your tears slightly leaving. He was perfect.

“I’ve never met someone as strong as you. Someone as determined to carve out her life despite the hand that was dealt to you. You work harder than anyone I have ever met. You make me laugh everyday, and I know we’re just getting started. I know that you’re going to give me pumpkin cupcakes whenever I ask for them,” he gives you a cheeky little wink, and looks up at the bottom of the treehouse. Collecting his thoughts.

“And I know you’re going to give me this life I never knew I wanted. I always thought that I was going to go from woman to woman. Live in the city, and now I want one woman. We got a home in suburbia. I want all the babies with you. And you gave me my brother back. My family is complete with you in it, and I can never thank you enough, but I promise your cute little ass that you never keep covered that I will try everyday to make you as happy as you make me.”

You go to lean forward, because he needed a kiss, but Curtis pulls you back, letting you know it wasn’t time for that. Taking a deep breath, you don’t know how you will ever top anything he said.

“Haydes, you make me believe in fairytales. I’ve always envisioned my perfect life, and while you weren’t in it, the husband I imagined always possessed your qualities. The dreams that I could dream, could never add up to the man I have. I always wanted someone loyal, smart, kind, funny, loving, playful, a good dad, someone excited to see me, and I got it. And so much more.”

You pause, having to wipe your eyes, and tap on your leg for Doodle to join you. Holding his head up proud, while you pet on his smooth fur, “I didn’t know that outside of my rock bottom was going to be you. Was going to be my future family. Everything I’ve ever wanted is right here, and it’s ours. I know we have so much we want to accomplish and do, but my favorite thing is just being with you. You make life fun, Hayden Elias Everett. And I can’t wait for all the happy and laughing tears that you always seem to give me.”

“And pumpkin cupcakes, right?”

“Pumpkin cupcakes whenever you want them.”

Hayden's smile turns into that boyish smirk, and he starts to pull you close, but both Beck and Curtis stop you, “Okay, husband and wife. Say it, because I really need to kiss her,” Hayden glares at the officiant.

“I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now,” but you and Hayden were already slotting your lips against each other. With his hand tight on your lower back he dips you down, continuing to kiss on your lips, and you hold your husband that much closer.

“Yep, go ahead and start the music. Eat. These two will be at this for a while,” Curtis walks over to Steve, handing off the baby before he heads towards Andy. They still had a few things that they needed to discuss.

Andy walks over to you, extending a hand down, and Hayden’s eyes widen, “You did promise me dance, Mrs. Everett. Can I borrow your wife for a moment?”

“Yep,” Hayden nods, lifting you up to join Andy. “Just — I do want her back,” you snort as Andy guides you to the dance floor. You keep peeking over at your husband who was smiling like a child. Leaning back to get Beck’s attention, pointing at you.

“You married a good one,” Andy says, starting to rock you from side to side.

“I know, but you just about delayed my wedding.”

“I apologize. He did say that you would kill him if he missed.”

“I wouldn’t have gotten married if he missed,” Andy slowly nods his head, and that’s when you noticed you were further away from everyone. “Why were you late?”

“We had something we needed to do.”

“That wasn’t ominous. Andy, can I be honest with you?” He nods his head. You were shaping up to be the woman that Curtis described. At first meeting you, he never would have thought that. He saw someone that's insecure, weak almost. But now you seem fierce and ready to protect. “I don’t know what you’re doing with my brother, and I can freely say that because I married into the family.”

“I’m not doing anything.”

“He’s on his journey to better mental health, and as soon as you come into the picture, he’s changed. I know Curtis is a big boy, but he’s so much more tender than people realize. In some ways, I owe him my life. He pulled me out of this toxic swamp when no one else would. I love that man. And I need to know you’re not going to hurt him. Please, keep him safe.”

Andy pulls you closer to him, letting your head rest on his shoulder. “I don’t want to hurt him. And after you get back from your honeymoon, he needs to tell you. You know who I am, and you know I loved Jessie. Would have married her. I wanted this with her. There’s a lot that happened surrounding her death, and he’s helping me with it.”

“So…” you lay a hand on his chest, pushing yourself back to look at him. “What did she leave behind?”

“Your perspective.”

“Her case was easy to determine. He was on the phone with her when Brock…he wouldn’t be investigating anything unless she left something behind. And the fact that you’re involved. Andy?”

His hand presses up against your stomach, and he gives you a nod. Hayden’s hand slaps over Beck’s arm, feeling like he was having an aneurysm. Watching Andy touch on your belly that he was hoping would be swollen with his baby before Christmas.

“Curtis said you were smart.”

“I’m not dumb. Curtis was fine letting Jessie rest. But…Andy, is it yours?”

“Pretty sure. You — you take care of that boy, well man. You’ll make a good mother,” your eyes move over Andy’s face quickly. Trying to process what he was saying, and starting to hyperventilate. “Hey, it’s fine.”

“No, it’s not.”

“I shouldn’t have said anything on your wedding day. I’m sorry,” you take a deep breath, and Andy pulls you closer, “Me or Curtis can tell you more when we know more. Enjoy your evening with your husband. Have fun on your honeymoon. And take care of him, okay? You don’t know much more than we do. But if you keep freaking out, your husband is going to get mad at me.”

“Doubtful,” you try to make things feel lighthearted as you lean back. The song nearly at an end, and you just wanted to feel Hayden’s warmth, “He has the biggest man crush on you. Look at my dorky husband,” he was adorable. Almost shaking in his skin watching you. “You’ll have to start coming around more often. If Curtis, Hayden, Howard, and Tara think so highly of you, you’re a good man. Let me know if I can help.”

Andy kisses your cheek, whispering out an I will before he leaves you to have Hayden rush up against you. Picking you up, he spins you around, and gives your ass a squeeze, “I don’t share, and I still won’t even with him, but tell me why that was the hottest thing in the world?”

“You’re being silly.”

“Andy Barber kissed you.”

“On the cheek.”

“Doll? I really could use my pumpkin cupcakes right now.”

“Are you ready to leave?” He nods at you, and you crash your lips into you. Giving Hayden a bruising kiss, and he starts to carry you away from the crowd. Curtis spotting him, holds his thumb up while you and Hayden head home. The first night as husband and wife.

Holding you bridal style, Hayden walks you past the threshold. Both of you are still lost in each other's mouths, and he takes sure steps toward the bedroom. Only sitting you down when he opens the door. You turn your back to him, peeking over your shoulder, “Can you help me unzip?”

“Yeah,” his fingers connect with your zipper, and he drags it slowly down your back. Smiling when he sees brand new lingerie just for the occasion. Sliding his hands up your back, and to your arms, he knocks the dress of your body, and you whimper when it hits the floor, “What’s wrong, wife?”

“I want you to fuck a baby in me.”

“Have I already?” He spins you around to look at him as you start removing his own clothes. Button by button you move your hands lower. His tie was already discarded at the reception along with his jacket. Upon opening his shirt your lips make a trail down his chest, but he grabs your elbows stopping you.

“Andy touched your stomach. Have I already fucked a baby in you?”

“It’s too soon to tell. He just said we would make good parents. I don’t want to talk about Andy,” you palm him over his slacks, he was so hard. And you were drenched. You felt like you had been wet all day.

“Oh?” Hayden pulls you flush with his hard body. Kissing and sucking on your neck. You shimmy your hands in between you, undoing his pants, and let them fall to the floor. His cock aching and needy presses up against your stomach. His silk boxers feel amazing against your heated skin.

He backs the both of you up to the bed, wrapping his arms around you to remove your bra in one motion. Pulling back to stare at your tits, “Soon these will be so swollen with milk. Your belly swollen with me. Are you excited about always having me inside you?”

“Y-y-yeah,” you squeak out, pulling down his boxers, you grip him at the base of his cock. I don’t want you to stop fucking me, until you’ve given us a baby.”

“Fuck my seed so deep in you, it’ll stick. Are you ready to be very sore and tender?” He hooks his fingers at the elastic of your panties and when you nod your head yes, he yanks them down. Lifting you up, Hayden tosses you to the bed.

He crawls over the bed like you were his prey. Stalking you, and when your legs drop open, he knows you need no prep. Grabbing up your hands at your wrist, he slams them above your head. Settling himself between your thighs, he lines himself up. Sliding down to the root, and never giving you time to adjust. Stinging only slightly, but you were fucking your husbad.

Hayden’s hips roll into yours. A steady and slow pace. “How are we going to fuck when you’re swollen with my child?”

“I’ll ride you.”

“Mmm, you gonna be on your knees for me?”

“Always,” your voice becomes breathless too quickly. It was all so real. He felt amazing like this. Knowing the both of you were in love, but both yearning for something to bring you closer.

“You gonna let me play with your boobies?”

“Yeah. You love my boobies,” you try not to laugh, but when he adjusts his angle and his tip nudges on your g spot, you moan. “Let me touch you,” you whine, trying to get your wrists out of his embrace. “Wanna feel my husband.”

His eyes roll in the back of his head, letting go of your hands, and you grab onto his back. Your fingernails tickling down his spine with his thrusts. Moving his hand to press in your stomach. Letting it ripple below him. “Feel how deep I am?”

“Your cock is so deep, babe.”

“That’s how it’s gonna take, huh?”

“Harder,” you plead. Letting him crash into your warmth. Moving his hand to your face where his thumb traces over your lips. You open up wider, and let him rub his digit over your flattened tongue. Closing your lips around it, you suck on the thick appendage, which makes him go faster. Harder.

His motions ramming the bed onto the wall behind. Your walls flutter around him, but he stops, pulling out of you, his arm wraps around you to put you on your stomach. Standing into the floor, he jerks you down the bed by your ankles before placing you on your knees. Using his hips to push into your warmth. His fingers dig into your soft curves, making sure to leave their mark on your hips.

Hayden rails into you, watching where the two of you connect. Your cream covering his cock only makes him go harder. Going so hard, your body drifts to the bed. Weakened and completely stimulated by him. With every inch closer to the bed, he starts crawling over you. Your back arches to take every part of him. His balls slapping at your clit.

Eyes fluttering shut as pleasure seeps through your body. You felt Hayden everywhere. All the way down to your soul as the two of you become one. It was primal the way he rutted into you. A visceral need to fill you to the brim. Knowing that eventually your body would change for the two of you as your belly stretched.

Lifting you up by the root of your hair, you scream out his name as your walls lock him into a vice grip. He grunts as he stuffs himself into your achingly tight hole. Panting out I love you to each other. Hands full of your ass as his cock stretches you out. Racing for his grand finale, and you take it. You were proud to call Dr. Hayden Everett your husband. Enjoyed laying underneath him and taking whatever he gave you.

And when his spunk spurts deep into your cunt, hot ribbons of thick creamy cum paint your insides, you cum again. Letting that man fall onto your back, “We gotta let it sit there. Gotta make sure it takes, Doll face.”

“I know, husband. And I want you doing this everyday until it does take. I’m ready to make you a daddy, Hayden.”

“Fuck yeah. And I’m gonna make you a mommy. Gotta share my boobies with my kid though, huh?”

“For a while.”

“I’ll have to test everything out. Just to make sure it isn’t poisoned, okay?”

“Oh?” You look back at his sweaty face resting on your back, “You going to suck on my boobie until milk comes out.”

“I gotta try it, Doll. I gotta. It’s only fair for me to make sure you’re feeding our baby well.”

“How was your pumpkin cupcake?”

He buries his face on your back laughing. Your skin prickles up at the vibrations, and he slowly starts to pull out of you. “It was good. You realize I told everyone at the wedding I wanted to fuck your everyday, right?,” hooking a hand around your waist, he lifts you up off the bed. “Push it out. I wanna see.”

You push out his thick cream. Letting it drop into his hand before he’s shoving his fingers and the jizz back into you. “Yeah, you’re going to be a mess until this takes. Just gonna have to keep fucking it back in there. We could get a plug. Let you sleep with it.”

“No,” you laugh. Moving your body so you can see him better. “You look happy.”

“I am so happy, Doll. We did it. Even though Sailor did not walk in the wedding. Why did we have to wait?”

“Because her looked pretty in her dress.”

He hovers over you, ghosting his lips on your own, “I love you, Mrs. Everett.”

“And I love you, Dr. Everett.”

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Kindly Unspoken, Part 2

Summary:  Andy talks to Hayden and Doll.  Then he breaks the news to Curtis

Pairings:  Andy Barber X Hayden/Doll/Curtis

Rating:  mature

Warnings:  language, mentions of an abusive relationship, mentions of foster care, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  3.1K

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You fidget with the ring on your finger looking out into the parking lot.  Thankfully the meeting was running late, but your brother wasn’t going to make it due to Sailor getting sick, and your sister in law couldn’t leave work.  And your fiancé was on his way.  You hated dealing with this stuff alone, and found yourself overwhelmed with it all.  Going out onto the back porch wasn’t an option this time.

Sighing you look at your watch, getting a text that said he was almost there, when a man walks through the front door.  The woman at the desk points at you, and he walks over to you, extending your hand.  “Sorry I’m late.  I had a meeting that went longer than I had anticipated.”

“I thought my meeting was with Scott,” you gulp, looking out the door, with no sight from your fiancé.  

“He had something that took precedence.  Where’s Mr. Rogers?”

“He’s not coming.”

“Would you want to reschedule for when your husband can be here?”

You let out an airy giggle, and shake your head, “Steve isn’t my husband.  He’s my brother,” he gives you a slow head nod, and gestures towards his office.  “My fiancé will be here shortly though.  Can…”

“Yeah, we can wait on him.  I’m Andy by the way,” just in time, Hayden’s black car pulls into the lot, and Andy notices how your face lights up after seeing him.  Your body wiggling around, and you walk over to meet him, giving him a big hug, and he kisses your cheek tenderly.

Andy has to look away for a moment, because once upon a time, he too would kiss someone like that.  He clears his throat, and the two of you look at him quickly.  His hand back to pointing at his office when the two of you walk in.  

You sit calmly, looking at him, after you had scooted your chair closer, but Hayden glances around the office, stopping when he sees a familiar face, and he gasps, looking at Andy, “I’m sorry, is something wrong?” Hayden looks down at his desk, searching for a name, but he knows what he saw.  “Miss Rogers?”

“Haydes, babe, what’s wrong?”

“Are you Andy Barber?”

“I hope everything you have heard about me is all good,” while you were completely infatuated with your fiancé, you weren’t blind.  Andy was a handsome man.  His face looked tired and forlorn, but he was clearly confused.

“Hayden,” Hayden says his name, and points over at a picture.  Your eyes find it, and notice Hayden’s sister in it.  Hugged up to a younger version of Andy.  Her eyes were shining up at him, and she had the biggest smile.  “Hayden Everettt.”

“Little bit!” Hayden’s face falls, and he shakes his head no, “You were always running after Jessie.  It’s good to see you finally grew up and filled out.”

“Uh-huh, this,” he smiles towards you, and you try not to laugh, “This is my fiancé, Doll.  But how are you doing, man, I haven’t seen you since…” Andy looks down at his desk.  His finger taps on the top, and Hayden quits his talking.  You were going to have to ask him more about Andy when you got home.  

“How’s your parents?”

“Surviving.  They’re actually…they’re doing good.  Mom and dad had a long eight years, you know?  Curtis is doing better.  He’s left his thing.  That’s how I met this one,” you give him a knock on his leg.  For a therapist, he was sucking at reading Andy.  His whole demeanor had changed with the mention of Jessie.  “Ow, what?”

“We’re here to discuss dad’s estate, that I was unaware that he had,” you give him a glare, and flick your head towards Andy.  

“Right, Miss Rogers, everything in his will was divided between you and your brother.  He didn’t have much.  A bike, which is in your possession?” You nod your head.  If it wasn’t for Hayden wanting to learn to ride, you’d got rid of that stupid thing a long time ago.  Steve had no desire for it.  

“So he owned the garage.  It’s still in operation by a Mr. Levinson and Mr. Barnes,” Hayden gives a pitiful little groan, and pulls your chair closer to him, completely closing the gap in between you.  Those two were a sore subject with him, and he’d only met them once.  “So, I’m suggesting you either rent the building to them, or sell.”

“Sell,” you answer quickly.  “I don’t want to do business with them.  It’s best for me and my brother to cut our last tie with the MC.  Is that all?”

“Uh, he was part owner of the clubhouse, and he owned the house he lived in,” you rub the back of your neck, wishing Steve would have been able to do this with you.  The clubhouse you wanted out of your lives as well, but you weren’t sure what Steve would want to do with the house.  You wanted no part of it.  You and Hayden were very happy in your own house.  “You don’t have to make a decision today.  I can sense there’s some bad blood?”

“It was a toxic environment for me and my brother.  I can’t erase our upbringing, but I can separate ourselves from our past.  But I don’t want to make any of these decisions without him, even though I’m sure his wife will want it all gone, too.  I just…I don’t know how Ari and JB will take that.”

“Don’t worry about what they want,” Hayden adds quickly.  “They never thought about what was right for you, so now you have to do that yourself.  Extra money would be nice to renovate the upstairs,” his arm softly runs up and down yours, and bashfully you push him away.  He was not satisfied with waiting until after the wedding.  “I’m just saying Doll face, it’s not doing either of you any good sitting there.  Your dad left it to his kids.  Steve and Tulip are about to buy instead of rent, this would be a great opportunity for them as well.”

“Hayden’s right.  But, it is a decision that you and your brother have to make.  If he doesn't agree, he’ll have to buy you out.”

“Okay, is that all,” Andy smiles, nodding his head.  Looking like he was wanting to say something, but thought better of it.

“Hey, mom and dad would love it if you came by sometime.  She asks about you sometimes.  I didn’t know you were so close.  Me and Doll just live about five miles down the road.  This one got dad a dog, and he loves that stinker.  I mean…you don’t have to be a stranger,” Hayden goes to stand up, and you follow.  Reaching his hand across the desk, but Andy holds on to him.

“Did you and Jessie talk a lot?”

“Not really.  I mean, just the average talking, why?”

“She wouldn’t have mentioned anything about when she refused to come around?” Hayden shakes his head no, and you wrap your arms around his waist.  “Yeah, you were just a kid, huh?”

“Why?  You know something…about…about the accident?”

“I just had a question,” Hayden raises his brow, and the typically confident Andy looks down at the floor, “Did you ever talk to her on the phone?”

“I did one time.  Curtis wasn’t around, and I could drive then, I think she wanted me to get her.  It was noisy where she was.”

“Noisy how?”

“Uh,” Hayden takes a deep breath, closing his eyes, “There was a lot of background noise.  A lot of people were talking, and she was whispering.  I asked her where she was, and I would come and get her.  Someone opened up a door, and said it was her turn, and I heard crying,” there was something about the way that Andy’s eyes jutted up to look at him.  His body pulses with his anxious energy, and you hold tighter to Hayden.

“She hung up before I could say anything else.  I called Curtis right away, and he said he would take care of it, that I didn’t need to get involved,” Andy’s fingers press into his eyes, and he pinches the bridge of his nose.  “You okay, man?”

“Curtis is around?  Like he’s here?”

“Yeah, living in his old bedroom sometimes.  Our current guest room.  He’s gotta go, because we need a baby,” you pinch his butt, and he laughs looking at Andy.  “I’m sorry.  I’ll tell him you’re looking for him.”

“What’s your address?  I can come by.  It’d be nice to see how little bit grew up.  You’ve got a good one, Miss Rogers.”

“If you’re coming over for dinner, you’re gonna have to call me Doll just like everyone else?  You like lasagne?”

“Does this look good?” Hayden asks, coming into the kitchen to show off a new button up.  You bite your lip, nodding your head, and wrap your arms around him.  “Quit playing with my ass.”

“The color brings out your eyes, Haydes.  What has you so nervous?”

“Andy Barber.  I know you don’t get it.  But, when Jessie and him first dated, I was nine.  They were high school sweethearts.  And he was the coolest thing.  Taught me how to throw a football.  He gave the best birthday presents, and he’s coming to our home,” your goodest boy, sits down beside you, dropping his food bowl, and he gives a little bark.  Hayden wiggles out of your embrace to feed him.

“Aw, do you have a crush?”

“No.  No, I have respect.  You know he’s the reason I went to go to Harvard?  Man, I thought Andy could do no wrong.  Jessie was stupid for ever leaving him.  Got caught up with her…Curtis,” Hayden clears his throat, and Curtis squats to pet the Goldie.  “Guess who’s coming to dinner?”

“Doll already told me.  Andy.  What does he want?” Hayden just shrugs his shoulders, unsure what exactly Andy could want, and Curtis leaves to go outside.  

“Great, he heard me speak what everyone else knew about Jess.”

“It’s not easy getting out of an abusive relationship.”

“You’re mad at me, too?” You shake your head, but tell him to check the lasagne and that Andy would be here in about ten minutes.  “Go talk to your boyfriend, then,” he moans, and you flip him off without another word.  

Stepping out the back door, you sit down on the steps beside Curtis, “What did you hear?”

“Eh,” Curtis laughs, “The truth.  Jess was stupid.  I know, that’s not fair.  But she always thought the grass was greener on the other side.  Andy had this perfect life carved out for them.  He went to Harvard, she skipped college for a year.  Then two, then three, and pretty soon it just wasn’t in her future.  Andy was going towards his goals, and Jessie met Brock.  God, I told her about him when she first questioned me.  He was my age, and he was always an asshole.”

“Andy’s digging for something about her,” Curtis turns to look at you, leaning back on the railing.  Biting at his lips, but his face gives away nothing.  “What’s he looking for?”

“How should I know?”

“He asked Hayden if he ever talked to Jessie.  Something in his face changed when Hayden said he heard a cry.  It was a baby, wasn’t it?” Curtis leans closer to you, and shakes his head.  “What?”

“Hayden never mentioned a baby crying,” Curtis runs his hands down his face as he recalls everything from that day.  

“What’s going on?”

“Hey, Andy’s here,” Hayden peaks his head out the back door, and you stand offering your hand down to Curtis.  You weren’t sure what was going on, but it had made both Andy and Curtis upset.  This was going to be a long awkward night.

“Curtis, you care to step out back with me?” Hayden gawks at his brother, clearly jealous that he was getting to talk more with Andy.  

“Haydes, let's take a shower,” you whisper in his ear.  Other than Hayden, Curtis was your best friend, and you knew that he needed some privacy with Andy.  “Haden Elias Everett, shower,” leaning into his ear, you whisper dirty little nothings to him, and he jumps up right away.  He was so predictable, you just had to let him know you couldn’t wait for him to fuck a baby in you, and he was jumping up, running into the bathroom.

“They’re cute,” Andy softly says, but Curtis grabs up the dog’s ball and walks towards the back door.  “I’ve been meaning to ask…”

“Why did you ask me where the baby was when I told you about Jessie’s wreck?”

“No more small talk, huh?”

“We’ve had over an hour of small talk,” Curtis throws the ball, and waits for the dog to bring it back, and starts his usual routine with him for the evening.

“Remember when Jessie got a short break from Brock?  She came by all the time?  She’d been with me,” Curtis snorts, and throws the ball again.  “She and I never could stay away from each other.”

“Yeah, you couldn’t move on.”

“We were together for a month.  A bit longer, but still, a month.  Every day…it was like we were young and in love again.  I ran back into her five months later.  She…” Andy takes a deep breath, “She was pregnant.”

“You son of a bitch,” Curtis grits his teeth, throwing the ball again.  “You better be lucky that the dog and Doll are saving your ass.  She doesn’t deserve to see violence at her and Hayden’s home, but I want to fucking beat you to death.  I knew it.  I fucking knew it.  Jessie, she stayed away for about five months.  I guess she was too swollen to hide she had a fucking baby!  That was eight years ago, you asshole.”

“I just assumed she didn’t have it.”

“No you didn’t.  You were too much of a coward to say that she had a baby.  My god, there’s a kid walking around that’s my sister’s?  Where is it?  What is it?”

“Ask Sherry Rumlow!  Ever think about how she’s disappeared?  There was no clue of a baby in that car?” Curtis turns to glare at Andy, tossing the ball again.  “Hayden said he heard a baby crying, and something about how it was her turn.  You realize she has a kid out there.  We…”

“Why now?  Why do you care now?”

“My hands were tied.  Jessie had no ties to me.  We weren’t married, weren’t related, I didn’t get to make those decisions.”

“You could have fucking said something!  You could have told me she was pregnant, and I would have taken her across the country to get her away from him.  She has a kid.  I have…there’s a part of my sister floating around, and you let it happen.  We had rights.  If that kid is yours you would have even more rights, you fucking idiot.  Did you even love her?”

“How dare you.  I proposed to her.  We were engaged, and Brock threw the ring at my face after one of his court dates.  It wasn’t until I looked at it, that I knew whose it was.  She cheated on me with him, and I still forgave her.  I would have done anything for her, and you know that.”

“Yeah, all but be honest about her having a baby.  Why now?  What do you want?”

“The kid,” Curtis scoffs, starting to walk back in the house.  “Her uterus was enlarged, she could have carried to full term, and more than likely, she has a child.  Curtis, I know you want that kid in your life, too.  I have no rights, until there is a paternity test.  I need…Marshall is looking for Sherry now.  That’s where I’m starting.  Locate her, locate a kid.”

“Sherry didn’t even raise her son.  Fucking crack whore, do you really think she would raise a grandchild?”

“I find her, I get answers.  She knows something.  Jessie said his mom crashed there all the time.”

“What do you need me for?”

“Next of kin.  If I get Jessie’s medical records, I can prove if she’s had a child.  What the sex is, where it could be.  It’s name, anything.  You’re right.  I was a coward.  I couldn’t fathom her having a baby with that asshole, but I asked you.  You didn’t prod further,” Curtis’ silence tells Andy that he did.  “What did you find?”

“Nothing.  I asked Rumlow’s friends.  They said that he didn’t have a baby.”

“He wouldn’t.  That child is mine, but it’s also your sister’s.  I know you want to have a living breathing human of hers in your life.  You can’t even move on and have a healthy relationship because of what happened.  Hayden…”

“Was a kid.  He didn’t know how bad she was.  He just started driving when that happened.  His parents checked out, and so did I.  And look at the idiot.  He’s happy, so don’t bring my brother into this.  Don’t bring Doll into this.  That girl has enough shit that she’s dealt with.  This is just me and you, and if we find a child, then you get to be the one to explain to my parents how they lost eight years with their grandchild.  If that child is in the system, this is your fault.  You live with that.  Now get out of my brother and sister’s home, and I’ll call you later.”

Andy walks away slowly.  He knows he screwed up.  Knows that he could have said anything to Curtis.  He was scared that Jessie could have had a baby, and his baby, but even more terrified of the truth.  Or the fact that it might not even be his.  He was a coward then, and he hadn’t been able to sleep ever since then.  Had recurring nightmares about that last time he saw her.  He felt it deep inside his bones that it was his child.

Curtis may be pissed at him, but he was willing to help where he could.  He takes a look into the home, watching Hayden chase you around the house playfully.  Hayden was better off being kept out of Jessie’s life.  He was able to make himself a happy home with you by his side.  It reminded him so much of his early years with Jessie, and it made him wonder where everything had gone wrong.  He would find a way to make it right.  Starting with Sherry Rumlow.

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Keys in Your Ignition, Part 22

Summary:  You and Hayden get your first baby.

Pairings:  Hayden Everett X Reader

Rating:  adorable to sexy to funny

Warnings:  Doll and Hayden’s first argument, explicit language, explicit sexual content, breeding kink, pussy worship, unprotected sex, PIV sex, creampie, drinking and getting drunk, poor Curtis, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  3.2K

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“Oh my goodness,” you baby talk looking at the sweetest litter of puppies. “Can we take them all?”

“No,” Hayden answers quickly. “No, you get one. And you’re the first pick of the litter, so,” you turn to look at him, sticking your bottom lip out, and pouting, “Doll face, you quit doing that. I can’t say no to that face, and they’re already claimed. Babe, you get one.”

“But der so cute!” You can’t handle how every single one of them were attacking you with kisses, and they still had puppy breath. “Haydes, pwease?”

“The apartment isn’t big enough for eight puppies.”

“But after graduation, we’re moving into the house. P-p-pwease,” he sighs sitting down on the ground with you, shaking his head. “I’m being unfair to him,” you tell a puppy you pick up. “Haydes is da sweetest boyfwiend, and he doesn’t desewve dis aboose.”

Hayden may just be sitting there watching you with a fond smile, but one of the puppies leaves your lap, to go check on him. His little paw, taps on Hayden’s arm, until he lifts him up. Hayden holds him close to his chest, and the puppy looks up at him, and you swear it was smiling. You couldn’t quite put your finger on it, but you were sure that Hayden and the dog were actually bonding. The other puppies are still so consumed with you.

“Doll, baby, why are you crying?”

“I’m not crying,” you stub up, but wipe at your eye, “That’s him,” you whisper, nodding at Hayden. “He wuvs us both, but wook at how sweet he is wif hims daddy,” the baby talk mixed with you calling him daddy makes Hayden freeze.

Ever since the birth of Sailor, you got to him with babies more often. He didn't care if you were just staring at Sailor while you held her, or squishing on her thighs and making her giggle, he loved seeing you with a baby. But calling him the dog’s dad, had him sweating. “Hayden, quit being a pervert.”

“My girlfriend needs to quit making me horny.”

“I called you the puppy’s daddy,” he narrows his eyes at you, and you giggle, “Oh. Oh! Hayden, we’re not having a baby, until we’re married. Sorry.”

“Can we get married tomorrow?”

“No! Just so you know, mister,” you stand up, and lean to pick up your very own baby, and the dog glances back at Hayden. “I want a wedding. Not a big one. I don’t care if we got married in your parent’s backyard. But I want a dress, and flowers, and — I want Steve to walk me down the aisle. Sailor walking down the aisle. I want it all. Getting married tomorrow will not give me that.”

His arms wrap around your waist, his hands settling at your ass when he gives you the sweetest little chaste kisses. That happy puppy’s face looking back and forth between the two of you knowing that he had been chosen. “Doll, you deserve all that, baby. And I will give it all to you, but…does Sailor have to be walking,” you give him a playful pinch to his ass, “She’s just a few months old. Can she not be pulled down the aisle in a wagon or something?”

“Nope,” standing on your tiptoes, you give him a kiss to your nose, “Come on, let’s go introduce your parents to their grandpup. We gots to name him, and hopefully Miss Tootie pants wikes him, because der going to be…oh, you have an aunt.”

“Would you look at that,” Howard says, smiling as you and Hayden walk in with the little puppy. Tootles stands up in his lap, and stares at the little dog. “Now, princess, you be nice,” Tootles snorts as she hops down to check out the runt. “One day, he’ll be bigger than you.”

You set him down on the floor, and she blows a bit of air at him, and looks up at Howard. “She’s definitely telling him that you are hers, Howard.”

“I believe she is. He is a cute little thing. Good thing you have a big backyard, because he’s going to need space. What’s his name?”

“Oh!” Tara screams walking in from the kitchen. “Look at that precious angel, Tootie girl. What name did you pick?”

You glance up at Hayden, and burst out laughing, “Doll thinks he should be called Doodle Dude.”

“No, I said, Doodle, and you said Dude for short. That’s completely different.”

“Okay, fine. I’m the one that likes Doodle Dude.”

“What do you think of this color?” You ask Hayden as you roll a bit of color onto the wall. He tilts his head to side looking between the two that are painted, and shrugs. “They’re different. I promise.”

“I don’t see it. So, the left.”

“You didn’t try. Ooh!” He turns to look at you confused at the out of nowhere excitement. “I think my Hayden is so very hungry. We should order a pizza with this address. What do you want?”

“Pepperoni and Italian sausage.”

“From where?”

“Doesn’t matter. Whatever is closest, I am hungry. Your Hayden is famished.”

This was the moment you had been waiting for, and you can’t believe you would want to bring on a fight, but you wanted the first argument to be silly, “No, your opinion matters. From where?”

“The closest. Everyone has pepperoni.”

“Haydes, you’re not even trying. From where?” You cross your arms over you chest, and he looks at you confused. “I decided pizza, you decide the place,” your voice changed, and he didn’t know what to think of it.

“Are you okay?”

“I want you to be the one to decide where we eat, and you’re not taking it seriously. Just choose a place. It’s not that hard,” your voice wasn’t yelling, but it had gotten louder, and he wasn’t taking the bait, “Do you even care?”

“No. I just want food! I am hungry, and I can’t tell the difference between Curio and Silver Drop on the damn wall. Because Hayden needs food. So just choose where you want pizza from, and order it! Don’t you do that,” he says as your eyes fill with tears, although for a very different reason than he thinks. He walks over to you embracing you in a tight hug. “I’m sorry. Baby, I’m sorry, I’m just hangry, and need — why are you giggling? Doll, what’s so funny?’

“You remembered the names of the paint, and I wanted our first argument to be about pizza, and it happened. And I’m so happy.”

“You are not right,” he says, kissing on your neck. “There’s going to be plenty of silly arguments, but I want them to happen naturally,” you nod your head, and his heart swells. You were adorable. Paint smeared on your clothes, and the two of you were working on making this house into your family home. “Order our first argument pizzas.”

“What’s that room going to be?” Taking a big bite of the pizza, you point into a small room on the main floor.

“That is going to be our office. We’re both going to need some things here. You being an amazing CPA, and me being the best therapist once my dad retires. And that room, well, you know that’s our room. Got our en-suite bathroom, and going to have this big California king size bed, but we’re sleeping right in the middle of it cuddled up.”

“We’ll make our babies in that bed,” you take a big drink of your wine, while Hayden opens up another beer. It was no secret that he hadn’t been drunk, but he was crossing the line of tipsy currently.

“Nope,” he shakes his head, and points over at the bar in the kitchen, “First baby is made there. Second baby, we’ve got to be more creative about it. But that upstairs balcony,” you toss a bit of your crust at him laughing. “Now, now, I know we got neighbors, but that’s in the back of the house. We’ll have to keep that door locked in all the ways, because that’s going to be the playroom for the kids. No red room for you,” he smirks as you toss another piece of your crust.

“And Doodle, you’re gonna lose him when we have our first baby. He’s going to follow it around everywhere. Gonna protect him or her. But, he’s also going to be trained to be a therapy dog. That way he can come into the office, and like the good boy he is, be useful. He’s gotta earn his keep. Got to put him to work,” it sounded so beautiful. And you were just happy that his vision for your life was exactly what you were wanting.

“You’re going to have your cute little small SUV in the garage, gotta have space for the babies, and if we have a bunch, we’ll get you a little van, and you’re going to be so proud of it. What are you doing?” He pants out as you crawl over to him. The alcohol had gotten to both of you. You couldn’t tell if Hayden’s pupils were dilated with lust or the effects of the alcohol.

Sitting in his lap, with your legs on either side of him, you pet along his cheek. A bit scruffier with the late hour, but he was still the most handsome man you had ever met. Hayden’s hands run up your thighs, and front, and he settles them behind your neck. “I want to marry you, Hayden.”

“I know you do.”

“Ask me.”

Hayden’s breath begins heaving, and your tears now are sentimental watching him get choked up, “Hayden, I love you.”

“You’re ruining my big ask,” you laugh through your tears, and give him the sweetest kiss on his lips. “I had this all planned, and I don’t even have the ring here, and…”

“You have a ring?”

“Yes! It was going to be this big romantic moment when we moved in here. But you had to go on and ruin it,” you whisper out an I’m sorry, and he moves in for a bruising kiss. Tasting both of your salty tears when he pulls away, and whispers your name, “I love you, more than anyone I ever thought possible. And it seems like we’re doing this together, and I don’t want the longest engagement, but I want to enjoy calling you my fiancé, and Steve and Tulip gotta get married, we’re not stealing that from them. And apparently Sailor has to be walking, but will you marry me?”

You pull him to you, kissing on his lips, “You kinda didn’t answer,” he says through the kisses.

“Oh! Yes, yes, I’ll marry you.”

“But we’re not saying anything, until I put the ring on your finger, okay? My mom will slap the back of my head if I proposed without it. And how am I supposed ot tell her my girlfriend was demanding it, and my best friend, Cupcake is throbbing right on my cock. I know you can feel how hard I am, and,” he stops talking when you take off your shirt. Throwing it to the side and move to your bra.

“Yep. You’re just as horny as me,” he says before attaching his mouth to your tit. Your body grinds over him, and he pulls off, only for you to take off his shirt. His body pushes you up, and lays the two of you on the floor. Pushing the pizza box to the side as he kisses down your body.

Sliding off your leggings, and removing them and your panties completely, when he dives into your cunt. Pulling your legs to rest over his shoulders, and his hands start kneading your breasts. Getting acquainted with his best friends, he gives your clit a hard suck, and his teeth nip at it. He loved watching your squirm. Your body is confused about pulling him closer, and pushing him away. He never let you cum on his mouth anymore, saying it made you more sensitive.

He gets you right to the edge, before his face shining in your slick pulls off. Hayden doesn’t even fully take his pants off, just gets his cock out, and he slams into you. Sliding balls deep, before stilling. Panting above you, and his eyes look all over your face, “We’re christening the house, on the floor.”

“Yeah,” he starts laughing, and you know this is about to be so silly and sweet, “We’ve got the tub, the table, the counter, the shower, the bed, the stairs, the backyard, the porch, there’s lot of space upstairs, and I was thinking a trampoline in the ground would be nice for the kids, so there’s that. We gotta christen the whole house, Doll.”

You giggle up at him, and bring him down to your lips. Tasting your juices on him, only makes you want more. His hips simultaneously thrusts into you, and you just know that if you let go of his mouth, it’s about to start. Kids were brought up. “And,” you pull him back down, letting him taste every whimper you give him.

“Nope,” he says, shaking off of you. Hayden pulls out of you, rolling your body to your belly, “Get up. I’m going to talk to you, and Cupcake,” getting on all fours, you let your face rest on the carpet, as he stands, to fully get undressed. Getting back to his knees, he stares at your cunt, and you were already whining.

“Shh, I’ll get to you in a minute, Doll. Cupcake, I’ve been so good to you, and you have been absolutely delectable to me. But,” he spreads your puffy lips apart, staring at your gaping cunt, “I have a new kink, fully activated, and I gotta tell my fiancé about it. Oh, I like the way that sounds. Cupcake, i wanna fuck a baby in her so bad. I know — I know we’re waiting, but fuck, seeing her hold that baby, and then looking up at me with her little please sir face, is driving me crazy. Ah!”

He looks down at your face pushed up against the floor, and you were a mess, “She was fluttering. She wants a baby in her, too.”

“Haydes, married. Then baby.”

“I know. I’m just making sure that Cupcake understands how horny fucking a baby in you makes me,” you whimper again, and he looks back at your cunt, “I’ve gotta stop talking to you, because my fiancé needs me to just fuck her,” he presses a sweet kiss to your pussy, and one to your clit for good measure, before kneeling behind you.

Hands tightly on your hips, he starts rutting into you. He was feral. Hayden wasn’t usually so harsh with his movements, and it makes you gush. Your juices drip to the carpet, but he just continues his hard and fast pace, it needed new carpet anyways. “See you swollen with my child. Our perfect little baby growing in your belly. You’re going to be so full of me. Everyone will know that you are fully mine.”

“Hayden!” You grit your teeth and arch your back more.

“Yeah, this is too far away,” his arm wraps around you, and pulls you to his chest. Back arched painfully, but this was incredible. Toes curling, and eyes squinting, and you see this perfect life with Hayden so vividly. Could see him laying in the floor having belly time with your baby. With his baby in his lap, while they watch football, and they didn’t understand anything, but time with daddy.

His hand rubs over your belly, and he sucks a bruise on your neck, “You’re going to be the most beautiful pregnant woman. You’re going to be the best mom. And I’ll get to see our baby, ours, both me and you, growing up in this house.”

“I want a baby now.”

“Nope. After the wedding,” oh he was cruel. He grips tight to your shoulders, and stabs into you forcefully. You scream out his name as heat radiates through your entire body. “I’ll give you all the babies you can handle. And we’ll have so much fun making them. So much fun pretending to make them. When was the last time I came in you?”

“I don’t care! Ah, fill me up. I want your cum!”

His hips hit on your backside, and you know that is going to be sore tomorrow, but right now you didn’t care. When Hayden got like this, you took whatever it was that he gave you. All of it was the sweetest demand, but so hot.

“Fuck! You’ve been clenching down on me for like three minutes. Let go, Doll. I’m right there. Finish it,” taking a deep breath, you grab onto his thighs, and let your orgasm course through every inch of you. It was more than just coming with Hayden, it was giving him something that no one else could ever have, and that was all of you.

His seed spurts deep into your cunt, and you swear you cum again. Panting, and petting along his sticky skin. “We should drink to this. I wanna get drunk with you.”

Curtis stomps up the stairs to your house, and beats on the door, “You two better not be dead,” giggles. Both of you were giggling. You weren’t answering your phones, but you could giggle.

You stumble over to the door, looking a lot worse for wear as you let him in, “Curtis!” You fall into his arms giggling. Again.

“You’re drunk.”

“Nope,” you snort, and even Hayden howls. “Him not either.”

“You got the golden child drunk?” Curtis is now laughing as he walks into the empty living room, with Hayden laying on the floor laughing, and staring at the ceiling. “I’m going to pretend that this mess was because you are drunk.”

“Nope. No, we fucked on the floor.”

“Haydes!”

“Oh my god. I had to come look for you two, and you’ve got a mess in the floor, and he…Hayden how many beers have you had, buddy?”

“One. Only one. She made me,” his finger points at you, and you drunkenly walk to him, before laying your head on his chest. “She’s a bad influence. But we’re getting married.”

“Shh, it's a secret.”

“It’s a secret I proposed to her. Don’t tell. Her ring no here,” he closes his eyes laughing again, and Curtis pinches the bridge of his nose. You two were utterly ridiculous.

“Oh my god, please say this was before the drunk and disorderly?”

“Yep. Propose, fuck a baby in her, get drunk.”

“Doll!” “Hayden!”

“He can’t hold his fucking beer. Okay, I’m taking you two home. I’ll watch your puppy. You two sleep it off and think about what you’ve done. Mom is worried about the two of you. And…Hayden, Doll get out of the floor, and to the truck. We’ll clean this up tomorrow. And you will clean it up even if you’re hungover, I don’t even care,” getting to your knees you try and pull Hayden up, but he falls back down on the floor in a giggling mess. “I’m gonna have to carry him. Dammit. Please, when we get home, keep your clothes on.”

“Keep your clothes on,” Hayden mimics as Curtis pulls him up. “Have you seen my fiancé? Hers so pretty. Her makes me horny.”

“Shut up,” he groans, and you giggle after the two of him.

“Don’t hurt him.”

“He’ll be hurting tomorrow. Get in the truck, I doubt you can even lock your door. Go on. Babysitting my grown brother. Doll! Get up off the lawn.”

“Help her! Doll face, you okay?”

“I’m good, babe. I’m good.”

“I’m too old for this shit.”

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Keys in Your Ignition, Part 13

Summary:  Thanksgiving time

Pairings:  The Everett’s X Doll Rogers (little bit of Steve/Tulip X Curtis)

Rating:  mild

Warnings:  language, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  4.2K

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Curtis looks over at your sleeping body. You and him had continued the Halloween movies up in your current bedroom, but it wasn’t long until you were curled up in a ball and fast asleep. He sighs, leaning back on the bed. It almost felt too much like how things were with him and Jessie before.

His sister had been tragically taken from them, and here you laid, bettering yourself for yourself. Had told him how you loved Bucky, but you wanted him in this life, and not you in that one. Life happened too quickly for Jessie. And he couldn’t wait anymore.  He knew exactly what it was like to lose a sister.  Life was precious and unpredictable.

To his knowledge Steve hadn’t called the house phone, and he knew currently you did not have your personal phone. And he had to get some things off his mind. Carefully getting out of the bed, he looks at you one more time. You were finding peace. You began to smile more, took pride in your work, and progress, and he was proud of you. And wanted the only family you had left to see you now, and just what you had accomplished.

Softly he closes the door, before going to Steve’s, who cares that it was late, this couldn’t wait.

He gives a loud knock to his door, and waits for him, instead getting his girlfriend, and Curtis takes a step back, “What are you doing here so late?” she asks, rubbing along a tiny swell of her belly. Stopping when she realizes who’s at her door, “Let me get Steve.”

Curtis waits patiently. His thoughts ran rampant about how he was going to tell you any of this, when it should be Steve. When his former club member opens the door wide, Curtis stomps in glaring at Steve.

“You need to fix this.”

“Fix what?”

“Your relationship with Doll. Steve, you wouldn’t recognize her. She’s glowing. Talking about school, life, and a home. She can talk about Bucky and their baby without crying and blaming herself. You’ve gotta fix it. I had a sister, too. I won’t get that second chance ever again. But you still have it.”

“She hasn’t reached out either.”

“You left her crying and screaming for you,” his girlfriend comes back in, offering both of them some water, when his hand rests on her stomach. “And you know she would want to be a part of this. You know she would want to have all these moments with her friend who is carrying her niece or nephew.”

“You said she didn’t return your call,” she looks up at him accusatorily. “You said sh-she didn’t want to talk. Steve what is your deal?”

“I failed her. She’s better off…”

“No! You two still have a chance. You can patch things up. It’s never too late, and she’s never blamed you for any of it. Her father yeah, but mostly herself. Steve, she needs you. And now,” his hand points over at his girlfriend. “Don’t keep her out of that baby’s life. I know it’s weeks away, but come to my parents. Have Thanksgiving with us. It would mean the world to her to see you guys. She’s not the same girl. You’d be so proud.”

“And you’re not sleeping with her?” Curtis’ face turns up in anger, and he shakes his head no. “I just know…she gets sympathy from men by sleeping with them.”

“She wouldn’t have to search for sympathy if she got it from you. Stop with your fucking excuses. My sister died, and I wish every fucking day I could have one more moment with her. Yours is alive, and she’s trying so hard, and you’re missing it.”

“We’ll be at Thanksgiving,” she answers for Steve, slinging his hand off her stomach. “She’s okay?”

“She’s amazing. Dreaming about her life, and not returning to the MC. She’s not going back. She won’t be with Bucky if he can’t get on board with that. She’s done. I’m proud of her, and I don’t want to fucking sleep with her, so don’t ask. Now, I’ll text you the address. No one knows. It’s better off she’s still got her secrecy. Let her keep that. But I’m going to see my baby brother. And I’ll see you at Thanksgiving. Have a pleasant evening,” not allowing either to speak, he turns to walk outside the door. Knowing that even if it’s reluctant, Steve would be spending a holiday with you.

“Ma!” Hayden shouts as he walks through the door. Bag full of dirty laundry that he leaves in the living room. It was early. There was no smell of coffee or tea, and he could use a quick sleep before she woke up to start breakfast.

No one was awake, so he just goes to walk to his room. Never thinking about the fact that you were staying here. Opening up his bedroom door, he smiles at the little foot hanging outside of the blanket, and even your ass in those cheeky boy shorts. Looking like you had been plucked right out of his dreams.

“Shh,” his mom walks up beside him, closing the door as well. “She doesn’t wake up until the tea is ready.”

“You got me an early Christmas present. I’ll admit, it’s a bit weird you got me a girl in my bed, but if you insist. Ow, what was that for?” he rubs the back of his head where his mom had smacked him. “She’s in my bed.”

“I think it’s safe to say it’s her bed now.”

“What? Where am I supposed to sleep,” she gives a point to the futon in the den that still looked like her kids had left it.  Bean bags, futon, video games, and all. She continues to walk into the kitchen. “I mean, I could just share the bed.”

“No,” she spins around glaring at her youngest child. “You will sleep on the futon, or in Curtis’ bed until he gets here.”

“I could always sleep in,” when he sees his mom’s demeanor change, he decides against it. One of these days, his mom was going to be able to handle letting go of Jessie’s room. Today was not that day. “Never mind. I’ll sleep in Curtis’ bed until he arrives. Make this tea. I’d like to meet the woman who has stolen my bed, and hopefully, eventually my heart.”

“You stop. She’s our guest, but it’s more like,” she takes a deep breath making your morning black tea, “she’s in a way becoming my daughter.”

“You’re ruining this.”

“Stop it. It’s just nice having this sweet girl around. I’m always surrounded by you boys. And this just feels nice. So you behave. Let me have this. You should see your dad’s office, she got it all cleaned up for him. I think…I don’t know.”

“What?” Hayden leans back on the counter while his mother scrambles around getting breakfast started. “You know I’m your baby, and I always have your back.”

“She seems interested in school. We’ve still got Jessie’s college money. I want her to have it, if she goes to school. She’s so worried about how she’s going to pay for everything, and that baby didn’t have a normal upbringing. I want to give her the life that she wants, without her constantly worrying about money. I haven’t mentioned it to your dad or Curtis. She’s in here with me every night helping with supper or sitting at the table talking to me about her day. I needed that.”

“Mom,” he whispers, walking to give her a big bear hug.

“I needed someone to heal my heart, too. It’s like she was sent to heal all of us. Your father and Curtis are talking more. She’s almost got him convinced to get a dog. She takes walks with your dad almost every evening. It’s silly, but we needed this. Even me and him were talking less. And your brother, he’s leaving.”

“Leaving what? That gang?”

“Yes. He hasn’t said it, but I feel him pulling away. He’s carrying a notebook again,” Hayden gives his mom a big smile, as she wipes away a rogue tear. “She’s precious.”

“Well, so am I. I’m your sweet boy. Don’t hit me again. That is child abuse,” he giggles, and she swats him again. “Ma! You are cheating, you know I won’t hit you back,” the two start playfully fighting when you walk into the kitchen, pausing when you see him giggle at his mom. Starting to walk back upstairs when you remember what you’re wearing.

“Mother! That’s,” Hayden stands up straight, when he catches sight of you. No longer in just his old football jersey, but shorts and knee high socks. Your hair still a mess.

“Sorry, I smelled breakfast and tea,” you gulp, trying to look at Tara, but he wasn’t at all what you had seen in photos. Taller and wider, his Harvard shirt complimenting his rosy cheeks.

“Yes, sweetheart, let me get you your plate,” Tara busies herself, and Hayden gives you a crooked grin, and you have to bashfully look away. “I was hoping you could go to the store today and get a few remaining things. We don’t need to wait until the day before Thanksgiving to get what’s left.”

She hands you your plate and teacup, and you nod at her. Your eyes flashing towards Hayden for only a second. “I can take you,” he blurts out.

“Oh, by the way, this is the spoiled baby boy, Hayden. Hayden this is Doll, the one who stole your bed.”

“Oh! I’m sorry. You should have your bed back. I’ll sleep on the futon.”

“I can’t take you from that bed. You keep it. I was only teasing. I didn’t even think about you sleeping in my bed when I walked in this morning,” your eyes go wide, and your cheeks burn with embarrassment when you realize your favorite way to sleep. Maybe Curtis was right. With a nod to Hayden, you quickly take your leave to the back porch, grabbing up your favorite fluffy blanket on the way.

“What did I say?” he asks, leaning to look out the back door. You gracefully sit down with your plate and tea, wistfully staring out at the backyard.

“She does that every morning for breakfast. Does it again before bed,” Tara gives her son a shrug, while she readies his plate. “If she gets overwhelmed in the middle of the day, that’s usually where she’s at.”

“It’s cold.”

“Then take her a jacket,” she winks at him. “There’s also an extra blanket in the closet. I’m going to take mine and your father’s breakfast upstairs. I’ll see you later.”

Hayden takes a bite of his toast, chewing on the bread slowly, watching you as you take deep breaths, even tossing out a bit of your granola to the chipmunks that start to gather around you. Either this was a normal occasion or you were a real life princess. With another bite of his toast, he walks to the closet for a blanket, and grabs up a jacket, too before he walks outside.

He wasn’t as graceful as you. Trying to balance everything at once, and you giggle, looking up at him. “You look cold,” he offers the jacket, and you politely decline. “It’s November.”

“I’ve got a blanket,” clicking your teeth, you toss another piece of granola. “Alvin, you quit being greedy, and share.”

“You name them?” he asks, sitting down beside you. A glance over at you, has him having to look back down at the chipmunks. A deep inhale of the brisk air has him wanting to lean into you more. You smelled amazing.

“Yeah, Alvin he’s the bully, but he’s also the one that crawls up here. He’s not shy. That’s Theodore, see his round little belly? He’s so shy but he loves his special treats. And that is Chip. He’s missing a finger, huh buddy? I don’t know what happened.”

“Where’s Simon?” you turn and look at him beaming, and he looks back down at his plate. “And Dale. You can’t have Chip without Dale.”

You point up at the tree, and two shy little chipmunks sit on a branch, their noses wiggling, and they scamper away when he laughs. “They’re extra shy. They’ll come down when the sun starts setting. Silly creatures, they should be holed up. It’s only going to get colder, ya know?”

“I meant what I said. I can go with you to the store.”

“Wouldn’t it be nice to catch up with your parents?” there you go looking at him again. A quick little smile, and you were back to watching the rodents, and taking a bite of your yogurt.

“I’ve seen them my whole life,” you burst out laughing, and shrug your shoulder on him, causing your little furry friends to scurry off. “Now look at what you did. They ran off.”

“As they should. Go to sleep you lot! There was more when it was warmer. Those knew when to be chipmunks. They gathered up their acorns, and went to bed, huh?” you ask as one peeks around the tree. “Silly things. So what’re you going to school for?”

“You mean, dad hasn’t told you all about it? Going to his alma mater,” you nod giggling at him. “Is this small talk? You don’t know what to ask?”

“Well, I heard you walked in on me sleeping. On behalf of my ass, I apologize. So that wasn’t my best introduction. And now you catch me talking to chipmunks, so I’m sure you have some odd questions yourself.”

“It wasn’t a terrible introduction,” when he turns to look at you with that crooked grin, you have to look elsewhere. Starting to get clammy when you realize how close he was to you. “Don’t forget you’re sitting outside on the hard porch steps, and it’s November.”

“You’re doing that, too.”

“Yeah, but I couldn’t just let some crazy person sit and talk to her animal friends alone.”

“It’s a warm blanket, Hayden,” your voice sounded amazing saying his name. He couldn’t quit looking at you. “The tea is nice. Warms you from the inside out. Sorry about the jersey.”

“It’s fine. I think it looks better on you,” word vomit. He couldn’t believe he said it. It was completely true. But he couldn’t believe he told you, a stranger. “What else have you worn of mine?”

“Well, your sweatpants are nice and cozy. Your t-shirts make the best nightgown. The hoodies are nice and broken in. The trophies are kinda annoying.”

“I’d like to see you try and wear that,” you bump your body into him again, having to completely look away from him. “That is not how I meant that to come out. So, what do you do for fun?”

“This.”

“Doll, you’ve gotta get out more. Come on, finish your tea, let’s get the stuff for turkey day. You know when Curtis is coming home?”

“Tonight. Oh, we do movies in your room,” dammit, he curses to himself. “Your bed is big enough. You could join us.”

“So you’re like…uh, dating my brother.”

“Ew, no. Not even interested. No, he’s like…he’s a big brother. We’ll go on rides on the bike, or just drive through town a bit. Look at the houses, watch movies, but neither of us are interested.”

“That’s good.”

“Why?” giggling again. He can’t tell if you’re giggly, or if he was having that affect on you. Whatever it was, he wanted to keep you making that singsong laugh.

“Uh,” he clears his throat, and you watch his Adam’s apple bob, and your eyes meet for a moment. Holding each other’s gaze, before you move to stand up. “Yep.”

“What?” confused, you wrap the blanket more around your shoulders, and that giggling happens again.

“Nothing.”

“I think I’m going to go get dressed, Hayden. I’ll get the list from your mom on what we need to get.”

“So you’re going to let me go?”

“This time.”

“Ouch. I’m gonna have to shape up on my small talk. Next time I’ll just ask you about the weather.”

“Mom, I don’t like it,” Curtis tells his mother as she pushes the turkey in the oven. You were supposed to be having your morning tea alone, instead you were giggling with his baby brother. Your hand randomly touches his, and he reaches onto your plate to throw some food out to the chipmunks.

“What?”

“That,” he points over towards you. She rolls her eyes at him, grabbing up another casserole dish to put in the oven. “You know how Hayden is.”

“How’s that?”

“Dates a girl, and never commits.”

“I don’t think that’s what that is,” Curtis knows that’s what it is. Even catches him brushing a few baby hairs out of your face, and you turn quickly to look at the animals. “Are you jealous she’s spending more time with him than you?”

“No. No, I’m not jealous. She is just…she’s fragile.”

“Oh, baby. She’s not as fragile as you want to make her. You saw a damsel in distress, he’s seeing a happy giggly woman,” he scrunches his nose up, and shakes his head. “He’s going back home Saturday. Doll said she wants to spend some time with Steve? He’s good? She’ll be fine?”

“She’s going back with Steve and Tulip? You know they live in Hayden’s building right?”

“Hmm.  You ignored my questions about her with Steve.”

“Ma, what do you know and won’t tell me?"

“Nothing,” she throws her hands up in surrender. “I know nothing, but you did good. You gave her an out, and she took it. But you can’t expect that girl to live here forever?” he gives her a shrug, and sits down at the table, still watching the backs of you and Hayden. “She took your dad to that house the other day, the one that she first saw with you. She wanted just him and her to go for a drive. He walked her around the house and everything. Said they peeked in the windows. It’s just a few minutes from here.  He said he’s a great house.  Good for raising a family.”

“Are you planning her future?”

“No, she is,” he looks down at the table giving it a few taps. “She knows what she wants, baby. So let her have whatever it is. She wants that house, or something like it. She wants a family. She’s planning her life instead of other people. They were looking at schools with Hayden the other day.”

He can’t help but smile, even if you were too comfortable with his little brother, he loves that you are taking control of your future. “She’s a lot stronger than people give her credit for. She went through hell and back to get that smile on her face, so you let her have it. Even if it’s just friendly.”

“And if it’s not?”

“What’s the worst that could happen? She gets a free dinner or of it?”

“He’s sleeping on a futon in our den, a few doors down from her room,” Tara covers her eyes, and starts laughing. “What?”

“Oh, sweetheart, even you know she’s not a child. She’s not some pure maiden you have to protect like that. Let her navigate this part of her life. You sure you’re not jealous?”

“God, no. Even just peck felt like I vomited in my mouth. I’ll kill him though. If it becomes more than friendly, and he hurts her.”

“Your father already gave him that spill. You men. Ah! Tell her it’s time to get ready. She’ll want to be dressed when her brother arrives.”

The day felt amazing. Everything was so lighthearted. You were beyond excited for your brother, even if he didn’t say a word to you at first, just walked up to you for a long hug. Your hand had rested on your friend’s belly while you talked to their growing baby. You knew one day, you’d have that.

You weren’t sure what the feelings were bubbling in your gut every time Hayden was around, especially when you saw him smiling at you. But you liked him being there. Liked the stolen glances. The random nudges, or even both of your need to graze pass the others hands. Even when Steve and Tulip were tired, you weren’t ready to leave. Conflicted on whether you should even stay a bit with them.

“Excuse me,” you say quickly retreating from the crowd. Tara reaches out a hand to you, but Howard shakes his head. You needed a moment to think, and you head straight towards your blanket and sit out on the back porch.

“Did I say something?” Steve asks, looking around everyone. “I-I didn’t mean to. It’s just, I appreciate your kindness to us, and especially her, but it is getting late.”

“Give her a moment,” Howard nods. “She’s working through her options, and what she wants to do.”

Hayden bites at his lip, knowing this could be the wrong move, but you didn’t have a warm drink, and you hadn’t tried the pumpkin pie you’d made. He cuts up a large piece of pie, swirling on some whipped cream, and pours you a mug of hot apple cider. “Hayden,” Tara lays a hand on her husband’s arm, giving her son a smile.

“Steve, I’m not, oh,” you smile when you see him walk out onto the porch.

“You look like you needed pie, and cider,” he sits down beside you offering the beverage with a shiver. Without speaking, you open up your blanket for him to wrap around himself. And he shuffles closer to you. You smile up at him. Capturing his eyes and your smile softens, before you have to look away.

“It’s good,” he says, quickly taking a bite of pie. “Really good.”

“Where’s my piece?” more giggles, but you grab up the extra spoon, and take a bite. “Mmm, it’s really good.”

“So, what’re you thinking?”

“I don’t know why I thought that they would be staying? I was going to go Black Friday shopping for your parents, well and for you and Curtis, too. I’m not ready to go.”

“You…you could always go back with me.”

“Hayden, I can’t make you go out of your way,” he snorts, taking another bite of pie, and shakes his head.

“Same building, Doll. It’s not out of my way at all. And we can go shopping tomorrow,” looking back at him, he gives you a sweet smile, and you slowly nod your head. “That wasn’t such a hard decision was it?”

“No,” you gulp, but refuse to look away from him this time. Wanting to memorize the color of his eyes, how many freckles he had sprayed across his face. And even the way his sandy blonde hair had fallen out of place, and the strands hanging in his eyes.

“You want me to let Steve know?”

“Maybe we should finish the pie first?”

“Are you asking me or telling me?”

“Telling you,” he whispers out a good girl, and you feel a flood gush to your core and butterflies rumble in your belly, but you still can’t look away from him.

“You don’t have to over complicate your decisions,” he says, taking a bite of pie. “Let your mind and your body work together. Not against each other,” you take a few heaving breaths, and thankfully he’s the one to break the stare, and you find yourself almost panting. “How’s the cider?”

“You did good. It’s almost as good as your mom’s.”

“Ow, that hurt, Doll. I know what you’re getting for Christmas.”

“Coal?”

“Panties that cover your whole ass.”

“Hayden!” you yelp, smacking at his leg.  

“Like what are you going to do about it?” grabbing up a bit of the whipped cream, you smear of it on his face.  Biting your lip, you give him a smile.  “Yeah, this means war. Or, there is one way you can make it up to me.”

“It depends on if you buy me panties that cover my full butt for Christmas.”

“I could forgo that.  You do have a cute ass,” you shrug your shoulder into him.  Unable to even look up at him with the way your face was on fire.  “You could make it up to me by going on a date.”

“Nope.  But I’ll still take you up on your offer to go shopping.”

“Seriously?  My game is off.  Fine.  I’m gonna have to get you a coat for Christmas.”

“I’ve got blankets.”

“Currently, we’ve got blanket.  I think you’re just trying to keep me close to you,” leaning on your knees, you tilt your head to glance back at him.  “You and your blankets.  Come on, I guess it’s time to watch some Christmas movie to jumpstart the holiday.  You’re gonna have to say bye to your brother.  And yes, I accept you sitting beside me on the loveseat again.  You kept me nice and cozy when you fell asleep on me last time.”

“Hayden Everett, quit your shameless flirting.”

“I’m not the only one flirting though am I?” without responding you go to stand, leaving him sitting on the steps alone, while you go tell Steve goodbye, and what your plans were going to be.  

Hayden looks out at the little chipmunks, as they stare down at him from the tree, “You don’t tell anyone that she said no to me, do you understand?  Even you can tell she was flirting with me as well right?”

“Who are you talking to?” Hayden turns around, looking at his older brother and he points up at the pipsqueaks on the tree limb.  “She’s got you talking to rats, too?”

“They’re not rats.  They’re Alvin, Simon, Theodore, Chip, and Dale.  And I am going to get some cider and sit next to my future wife,” Curtis presses his hand up against Hayden’s chest glaring at him.  “I know.  I know, my body will be at the bottom of a pond should I hurt her.  But I won’t.  Shh.”

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Keys in Your Ignition, Part 19

Summary:  Christmas Eve with a family

Pairings:  Hayden Everett X Reader, Hayden X Howard, Curtis Everett X Reader

Rating:  explicitly adorable

Warnings:  explicit language, explicit sexual content, unprotected oral sex (F/M receiving), pussy worship, fingering, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  4.7K

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Hayden’s hands smooth up and down your body. The two of you didn’t move the whole night. You were still curled up on his chest, and he couldn’t sleep. This time it had nothing to do with being away from you, and everything to do with the fact that he was very much in love. He knows it’s fast, and doesn’t want to speed any part of it up, but he wants this every morning. You were comfortable. Slightly snoring, and your lips puckered out so sweetly as you slept soundly.

He can’t remember the last time he ever saw anything more beautiful than you in the morning light. His mom had put a little red and white Christmas tree in the room, and your skin radiated with the lights on it. He couldn’t believe his luck. He was only kind of kidding when he saw you in his bed that first morning, and now he never wanted you out of his bed.

He pushes back your baby hairs, and you snuggle in tighter. There was something in the way you were moving your body on his chest, and he tries to push those sinful thoughts out of his head. You were it for him. He had never felt anything more strong than the way he felt about you. And then you start kissing his chest in your sleep. He knew you were feeling it just as much as he was. It was undeniable at this point. And he knew that his family could see and feel the love that was growing between the two of you.

You moan softly on his chest, and your kisses become more needy, “Haydes, how early does everyone wake up?”

“Uh-uh, we are not doing that right now,” you glance up at him giving him a little pout, “C’mere,” sliding up on his body, you give him a soft morning kiss, but he holds you there, deepening the kiss. His hands roam down your body, taking the blanket off of you in the process, before he cups your ass cheeks.

“Doll!” Curtis shouts opening the door, you bounce up before collapsing on top of Hayden.

“Curtis! Get out!”

“Oh. My. God! I’m telling mom. The golden children were about to get it on in the bed. Put you some damn clothes on, we’re going for a ride. And not you,” he points at Hayden who is hysterically laughing. “You are a bunch of nasties. This is a family holiday. I can’t believe you would corrupt me like that. By the way, have you had your nipples pierced? Is that what that was? Was that a ring in your nipple?”

“Get out!” You throw a pillow at him, and he ducks. “Stop talking about my nipples.”

“So is this a normal occurrence? You like getting it on in Hayden’s little boy bed?”

“Shut up!”

“Just remember kids, wrap it before you,” Hayden throws a pillow at Curtis and it hits him directly in the face, “Tap it. I’m going to make Doll her tea. Get dressed, it’s Christmas Eve.”

“Curtis saw your boobies,” Hayden gives a little pinch to your nipples, and lifts you up to inspect them, “Have you had your nipples pierced?”

“No!”

Leaning forward he gives a soft open mouth kiss to both of your tits, before letting you fall back down on him in embarrassment. “I’m sure he’s seen lots of boobies before.”

“Not mine though.”

“Aw, do I need to kiss it better?”

“Shut up,” you whisper, but nuzzle into his neck. “What are you going to do while I’m gone?”

“I’m going to wrap up your present,” he giggles when you smile on his neck. “Then I’m going to set up the projector because mom wants a family movie with Steve and Tulip. And I am going to patiently wait to see my girlfriend’s boobies again.”

“Quit calling them boobies, you sound like a child.”

“But I like your boobies,” he gives another quick little squeeze of your nipples. “I could have so much fun with your boobies.”

“Come on, let's get dressed, boobie man.”

“No, no, only Doll’s boobies. I need no one else’s boobies. What is that?” He asks as you pull out a leather jacket. There was a hunger in his eyes as he looks you up and down, and you have to tighten your legs together, hoping for some friction with the way he licked his lips. You really liked the way he was looking at you. Moving your hands over your chest, because you feel too exposed.

“What?” You ask innocently, and he walks over to you, moving your arms off your chest, and he grabs the jacket to put on you. “Hayden, what?”

He holds open the jacket, and gazes at your body, giving you a nod, “Yep, this is very sexy, Doll face. I like this a lot. Do you have a lot of leather things?” Biting at your lip, you nod your head. “So the clothes you wear, while it’s beautiful, you had a completely different look, and it included lots of leather?”

“Yes, Haydes,” wrapping your arms around him, you give his back a few tickles, “I know how to ride a bike, too.”

“Could you wear some leather for me sometime?” You give him another head nod, reaching for the other parts of your outfit, and he just stands to watch you fully dress. Adding some light makeup before he moves to get dressed himself. “So what do you and Curtis do when you leave me?”

“Are you jealous?” you ask, wrapping your arms around him, and he shrugs. “There’s nothing to be jealous about. Things with me and Curtis…what you see is what you get. How you see us in front of you, is how we are when we’re alone.”

He spins around in your embrace, and gives you a kiss to the tip of your nose, “Seeing how dad really likes Tootles, I think,” he looks away from you, and you give him a cute smile. Your body already bubbling, because you think you know what he’s going to say. “I think we should, uh…I want a dog.”

“We want a dog,” you correct him, roaming your hand down his chest. “We want a bigger dog.”

“We?” You nod, going to leave, but he pulls you back into his hard chest, “What is this we? Doll Rogers, are you trying to unofficially move into my apartment?”

“No. No,” you giggle as he starts biting at your neck. “We can’t, I mean, we shouldn’t. You’re close enough, and with Sailor about to be born, I don’t want to be too far from her. Steve said when Tulip gets well enough, he wants me to babysit, and he said you could come over, too.”

“So nothing official. Maybe we should wait to get a dog, when we have a…”

“Doll! Your tea is ready, now come on. We don’t have much time, and I just want to steal you away for a moment. Let’s move!”

You wave Curtis away, and turn back to Hayden, “What were you saying, Haydes.”

“Nothing. Go on, let's get your tea so you can abandon me.”

Hayden timidly lingers in his dad’s office doorway. The man had already got Tootles’ things in there, and she was fast asleep right by his foot. He clears his throat a bit, and Howard finally looks up at him, “What is it son? Are you missing your better half? Your girlfriend?” Howard chuckles, and leans to give Tootles a soft little pet.

“Yeah, but that’s not why I came here. I came because, well, I’m almost finished with school. And I don’t want to live in the city. It made sense then, because it’s close to the school, but the more time I spend with Doll, I want this American dream. The house with the fence, and I brought up getting a dog, and Curtis interrupted, and Dad she was so upset about this house. She had to tell me about it over dessert on the porch. And it was so cute how she held onto my arm, and I don’t know what this house looks like, and I want to get her that house or something similar. And I want her to have my babies, and I want to marry her, but it’s too soon, and mom just smiles and giggles, she wants grandchildren. But I want things right with Doll, and…”

“Son,” Howard holds up a hand, and gestures towards the couch. “Calm down. One thing at a time. Are you wanting to buy a house after graduation?”

“Yes. But I wanted her house, and…”

“Stop talking for a moment,” he leans back in his chair, his finger brushing under his nose while he thinks. “There’s a community college close,” he says more to himself than to his son. “I’ve talked to her about becoming a CPA, she’d make a great accountant. And this is sooner than I thought.”

“What?”

Howard throws his hands up and starts laughing, “Your mother and I are living a bit vicariously through Doll. We’re getting to have these moments with her that we never had with Jessie. You kids know we’ve set aside certain things for each of you. Jessie’s has just been accumulating interest. It feels right, you know? I know how much that house has meant to Doll. She might be your girlfriend, but your mother and I knew her first. We, well, we bought that house. I have no intentions of fixing it up. We were going to wait until she was ready and she could buy it, but you want to marry her?”

“Eventually. You bought her a house? What did you buy me?”

“A Harvard education,” the two men laugh, and Hayden calms down a bit. “Steve had asked me if this was a good neighborhood himself. Said that there was a garage that came up for sale. I mention community college, because you two could do it all, should you want to.”

“I want to do it right, ya know? I don’t want to rush her into that big of a commitment, I’m not going anywhere. I want, in time, to propose. Have our dog and our house, then get married, and have a baby. I want to give her all of that. And I’m not in a rush. I want to go at her pace, everything is about…her house isn’t really gone?” Howard shakes his head no. “So hypothetically speaking, that could be our house one day?”

“Should she say yes, then yeah. But that house was bought with the money we set aside for Jessie. It never felt right to use it, until Doll. There’s still plenty for an education. She could have a career, and she wants to. But it’s Doll’s house.”

“You think she would say no?”

“Don’t ask her tomorrow or anything. Give it time. You’ve been dating a month,” Hayden rolls his eyes looking down at the snoring pup. “No, I know. Hayden Elias Everett is going to do what he wants to do. He sets his mind to something and he’s going to achieve it. But you don’t have to be in a rush. Learn each other.”

“So you think after a few months of dating that we shouldn’t move into her house? Like, I’m thinking after graduation I want to move back here. Work at your practice, and where would that leave her? She should live in her house, right?”

“I didn’t say that.”

“Oh!” he gives his dad a boyish smile that he’s so famous for, “So you’re saying that after graduation, we can officially move in?”

“You’re mother’s right, you’re a child. Need constant reassuring. It’s because you’re the baby. You and Doll are adults. Talk to your girlfriend about officially moving in, and when it’s right for her. Go on, go set up the projector. Get out of here, with your silliness.”

You kick a rock onto the driveway of ‘your house’, staring at it longingly, and wondering if the new owners will ever love it the way you do. Taking a look around, you pull Curtis along just to peek inside the house. “Look, there’s a pantry in there. And even a cute little breakfast nook.”

“We are trespassing,” you still pull him along, and point into the living room.

“Look at how big it is. I could host parties, and my kids would have so much room to play.”

“You still want kids?”

“And,” you pull him along to the side, and he looks into the master bedroom, a master bath off of it, even with a giant tub. You wistfully look inside, putting your finger on the glass, “I could share a bath with my husband.”

“With Hayden?”

“Yes, uh, I mean, maybe. Possibly.”

Curtis gives a deep belly laugh, pulling your hand away from the house, “It’s okay. You looooove him. You want to marry him. You want to give him all the babies, and apparently you were working on the first one last night.”

“I did not have sex with Hayden last night. I am still a Hayden virgin, thank you very much. We are taking our time. Look,” you point up at a tree, with a low slinging limb, “We could have a tire swing there. Have a dog chase the kids around the yard.”

“That was an excellent segway away from sex with my brother. You wanna get back? We get to watch Christmas movies until the first person falls asleep. The first on the menu is Charlie Brown,” he pulls at your arm, but you hold still. “What?”

“Do you think Hayden and I make sense? Like, I just…”

“You make perfect sense with Hayden. Maybe that’s why I had this draw to you, but still would never touch you, you were always meant to be with him. There’s no drama or back and forth with Hayden, and he would give you the world if you asked him. He will make an excellent father, of dogs and kids, and he makes you laugh, and doesn’t make you cry. He isn't connected to your brother or your dad. He will come home to you every night, play on the floor with your kids, and he does in fact enjoy baths.”

“He is connected to my brother though,” Curtis gives you an odd look, raising his eyebrow. “You’ve been more of a brother to me than Steve, and I thank you. It’s because of you that I am where I am.”

“Doll, baby, it’s because of you. I gave you the tools, you learned to use them. Come on, it’s cold. You’ll need Hayden to give you some sweet snuggles.”

“Shut up,” you scream as you run back towards his truck, “You’re just jealous because now there’s no way in hell I’m fucking you.”

“You’re too damn needy,” he grumps, jumping into the truck, and waiting on you to get in. “Doll,” he whispers, sitting quietly until you look at him, “I’m happy for you two. It’s fast, but I think both of you have a good head on your shoulders to make it last.”

“Quit being so mushy, and let's get back. My Haydes really liked seeing me in leather.”

“Oh god,” Curtis groans, starting up the car to take the drive back to the Everett’s warm and cozy home. “If only he saw what you used to wear. Those clothes are going to be like lingerie to him,” you give him a little knock out his shoulder, but can’t quit smiling. “Being in love looks good on you, Doll. Now, I’m not saying to speed it up, I’m saying that Hayden has been a really good boy, and…”

“Curtis Everett! You stop this talk right now! That is your brother.”

“I’m just saying. He may be my baby brother, but I’m trying to help a man out.”

Tara could not stop smiling at you and Hayden. From the moment you returned, he was right with you. Both of your hands constantly touching each other, and the smiles wouldn’t stop. Making cookies, his hand was on the small of your back, and you had to lean to the side to give him little kisses. If you went upstairs, he was right behind you, in hopes of stealing a few more lingering kisses.

Even Tulip would pet around her belly as she watched the two of you. It was such a young and budding love, but he got you. You weren't ashamed by the constant little nips on your neck, or even when you would catch him smiling at you. But you were also doing the same thing. Your hands holding onto his slender hips, and pulling him closer to you. Wiping a bit of frosting on his nose, before screeching and running out the back door, where he chased you around the yard.

“Haydes, you quit it. You’re going to get my outfit all dirty.”

“You started this Doll face. I just have to defend myself,” giving out a yelp you run past him, but he grabs you, and takes the both of you to the ground. His knee moves in between yours, as he brushes away any flyaway hairs from your face, “You’re shivering.”

“I’m not cold,” your lip trembles as your eyes move over his face. He leans forward, ghosting his lips over your exposed skin. His body settling more over top of you.

“You’re not cold, are you? Your skin is so hot, right now. I’m beginning to think it’s because of me.”

“Hayden,” you whimper. Your fingers go under his sweater, and you give his baby soft skin little scratchies. “Haydes,” you’re breathless. Unable to think as he kisses his way around your neck. “Hayden.”

“What?” He finally pulls back to look down at you. “No one else is in the kitchen. They don’t know that you’re practically throbbing on my leg.”

“I love you,” his motions stop immediately, and he stops breathing. “I know, it’s not been long, but I do. I love you, and I think it’s okay to be honest with you, even if you don’t feel the same way. That’s what I’m doing. I’m not expecting anything, just wanted…”

“I love you,” he whispers before crashing his lips onto yours. Relief washing over the both of you. It was quick, but you knew how you felt. Knew that he was worth not keeping this secret. His thigh gets a bit too close, when Tulip knocks on the door.

“We’re, uh,” her eyes look down at the back porch as she rubs her bump. Hayden pulls away from you slowly, but his eyes stay trained on you. “We’re gonna start the movie soon. It is quite cold out here. It’s December in Boston, come on guys. Be glad it was me that came to fetch you instead of Steve. You’re still his baby sister.”

You giggle up at Hayden, giving him a quick boop to his nose, “Come on, Haydes. Let’s put on our matching pajamas.”

“What? You got us matching pajamas,” he jumps up, holding a hand down to you. “You’re so adorable. And I think you're very much in love with your boyfriend.”

“I’m neither confirming or denying it. Let’s get on our pajamas. She’s right. It’s cold. I may need you to hold me extra tight to keep me warm.”

“Could always put Tootles under the blanket, you know that she and her farts would create a heater for us. You sure you won’t mind being all snuggly with me with your brother is in the room with us?” You shake your head no, practically pulling him into the house. “What about our feet? Won’t they get cold?”

“I got us cute fuzzy socks, too, silly.”

“You’ve got it so bad, Doll, but I love it,” with a bruising kiss on your lips before walking in, he looks at you, “And I love you.”

To say you couldn’t sleep was an understatement. You had never had a real Christmas, and now here you are with this makeshift family that you loved dearly. You could hear Curtis sneak back down the stairs as he went to eat the cookies he left out for Santa. And even could hear him laying out presents under the tree. Sneaking down the stairs just to peek and watch him.

He’d take a bite of a cookie, drink of milk, and start smiling as he laid out the presents. Even a Santa hat on top of his head. He was adorable, and he would make a great father, or uncle. Curtis steps back from the tree admiring his handy work, and you tiptoe back in the bed with Hayden.

“Mmm, where did you go,” he stretches out with a yawn.

“Curtis is adorable at Christmas,” Hayden gives you an eye roll, stretching his arms out wide for you, “What?”

“He’s like that all the time when he’s not with…never mind.”

“The club? I thought you were going to talk to him about leaving?”

“He stole my girlfriend away, and I didn’t have any private time with him,” you nuzzle your body onto his, starting to kiss on his bare chest. “You think he’d leave?”

“I think he’s already leaving. I don’t want to talk about Curtis right now though,” you moan, kissing even further down his body.

“Doll, what cha doing?” Hayden sits up a bit more, watching as your mouth presses open mouth kisses, right at the elastic of his pants. “Doll,” he pants out, when you give his pants a little tug, your lips moving further south. “You don’t…”

“Merry Christmas, Hayden” with a pull of his pants, his cock springs up in your face, and you take time in kissing up and down his length. Looking up at him as you lick from root to tip, and start tonguing his slit. Sinking down, only for you to pop his tip back out, leaving him panting out your name.

You had never had him like this, and you wanted him to be ruined for other women. Gazing up at him, you sink down to the base, leaving you choking and gagging for breath. Pulling back out, and even with tears in your eyes, Hayden watches you like you were the most beautiful thing in the world.

Gripping tight to the base, your hand twists on his length, while you bob on him. His hands slide along your temples, before settling on the back of your head. Never forcing you to take more, just holding on. Watching as you go from sucking on him, to fully taking his length. Not even caring when your lungs burn for oxygen.

Hayden with his muffled moans. Trying to fight the need to be louder, it was a slow torture. And you enjoyed his struggle. Moving a hand to fondle his balls, he lets out a high pitch yelp. “Shh,” you calm him, popping off his cock. “You don’t want anyone to know that I’m making a mess on your cock,” you sink back over him, and his head tilts back on the headboard.

You felt like a goddess, as you pull out every little whimper from him. His cock twitching in your mouth. Hayden’s testicles tighten, and his warm spunk shoots to the back of your throat, and you suck him clean, even licking up any spillage. “Fuck,” he pants out. “I’ve never came with someone giving me head.”

“Hayden?”

“Yeah?”

“Don’t talk about other girls sucking on my boyfriend’s cock, after I made you cum, okay?”

“Okay,” he tries to catch his breath, but you make it damn near impossible. Kissing over his softening cock, while you look up at him. “C’mere,” crawling up to him, he pulls you down to give you a soft kiss. “Now, my Christmas present.”

“I’m very sleepy, Haydes,” his hand pushes down the elastic of your panties, and he moans at just how wet you are.

“Sucking on my cock made you that wet?” with a nod of your head, he dips two fingers into your quivering cunt. Both of you moaning at the feeling. “And what a tight little pussy you have,” pressing his palm against your clit, you bury your face in his neck. “You think I’m gonna fit in this tiny cunt?”

“Hayden.”

“I love it when you whimper my name,” his fingers explore your walls. Pumping into you deliciously, and hearing how wet you actually were making you weak. Hayden with a smile like a little school boy, and it gets bigger every time you breathlessly say his name. “Shh, Doll, baby, you’ve got to be quiet, because I need a taste.”

Removing his fingers, you think he’s just going to suck on them, until he’s moving down the bed. Spreading your legs wide, so his thick body can get in between them. Kissing up your thigh, until reaching your covered core, and he smiles, “We haven’t properly met.”

“Stop it,” you giggle. Letting out a snort as he continues, and you slap your hand against your mouth.

“I know, you have made a bit of a mess on my cock before, but now, I want something more formal. I’m the one that’s been keeping you good and wet lately. And I’m the one that’s going to be taking care of you from now on. So, I’m going to uncover you, and you’re going to behave. I’ll give you what you want, and tears from you are very welcome. I like the taste of your tears.”

“Hayden,” you try to be serious as you card your fingers through his hair. “What are you doing?”

“I’m getting acquainted with my best friend. I love you, Doll, but this sweet girl,” his hands start to pull down your panties, and he bites at his lip when he’s up close and personable with your glistening cunt. “Yes, the sweet girl and I are going to be best friends. You treat me right, hmm, you look like a Cupcake, yeah, Cupcake, if you treat me right, I promise, I will treat you very right.”

“Did you just name my pussy, Cupcake?”

“Yes,” he looks up at you scowling, “She didn’t mean to offend you, sweetheart. Be nice, Doll. I don’t want you to get jealous that I’m kissing other pretty girls, but, when Cupcake feels nice, you’ll really feel nice, okay?” He gives you a devilish smirk, before he sinks in between your thighs. Moving his hands under your ass, and burrowing into your velvety folds.

His tongue licks up your sweet nectar, and you give his hair a tug. Whimpering out his name, and those baby blues watch every movement. Checking to see just what drives you crazy. Entering two fingers into your drenched cunt, and his mouth goes between kitten licking your nub to sucking on it.

Pulling off only to fully expose your swollen clit, “Look at this cute little pumpkin. You really like when I play with her,” his tongue flicks on your pearl, while his fingers continue to pump into your warmth.

“Haydes, shut up,” giggling you push him back down to your sex. Your own hands starting to stimulate your nipples, and Hayden is a goner. He knows he will marry you, and he’s going to spend the rest of his life watching this goddess that you are becoming.

Curling his fingers, he searches for that spot. You don’t even say anything, but your thighs get tighter around his shoulders, and he is demanding in hitting that spot over and over again. Your toes curl, and you try to push him away, but he’s on a mission. Your cunt flutters around his fingers, but he doesn’t slow.

A high that you have never felt in your life moves through every part of your body. Slowly drifting from your toes, to your fingertips, even feeling it in every hair follicle as the most euphoric orgasm takes you to a different plane of existence, and you don't’ even come to, until you feel Hayden’s sticky fingers cover your mouth, “Shh, we’ll try that again when we get home. You won’t have to be quiet anymore.”

Hayden turns around to look at the door, just checking to make sure no one has heard your beautiful symphonic moan, before he removes his hand off you. Popping each slicked up finger in his mouth, and you pull him on top of you. “Was I really that loud?”

“You weren't’ quiet. I told you, me and Cupcake are going to be best friends. Although I think that sweet little Pumpkin liked me, too.”

“Don’t make me laugh. You’ve named my pussy and my clit.”

“Wait, wait, wait, my pussy, and my clit.”

“Then this,” you give him a soft kiss, tasting your tangy arousal on him, before it’s your eyes fluttering closed. Cupping his dick in your hands, This is mine. And thank you.”

“Why?”

“Proving to me good men exist.”

“Shh, get some sleep, Doll,” he scoots down on the bed, before laying on your chest. A hand moves to cup your tit, and he lets out a soft yawn. “I love you.”

“I love you.”

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Keys in Your Ignition, Part 18

Summary: Hayden and you pick up Howard’s gift and you and him go back to his parents.

Pairings: Hayden X Reader

Rating: mature

Warnings:  mild language, dry humping, mentions of abuse, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 3.9K

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Hayden shakes his head no at you with a big on his face, but you grin bigger, "Yes, he will!" You burst into a fit of laughter, and Hayden wraps his arms around you, spinning the two of you around his living room. "Haydes! He will love her!"

"No, he doesn't want a dog."

"Did you see her face? I wanted a boy for him first, but that face! Hayden, you're gonna make me sick, and we need to go get her."

He stops the spinning but his teeth start nibbling on your neck, "We're not heading back for a couple of days."

"She's gonna stay here."

"What?" He pushes you back from him, shaking his head, but you give him a tap to his nose.

"Yes, I've got her a bed, and everything. She is going to stay here for a couple of days, and then we'll take her with us to your parents. And she's going to be so excited to not be in the city."

"Wait, is this practice," Hayden's smile fades, and he looks away from you. He can't believe he said that, missing your shy smile at him.

"Practice for what?" Leaning down, you try to meet his eyes, but he just shrugs.

"Nothing. Get your coat, and let's go get this dog that you're going to be stuck with, because Dad is not going to want something he has to feed."

You don't know who found the dog to be more adorable on the drive to Hayden's apartment, you or him. Hayden constantly would look back behind him to check on the sleeping puppy, and give you a cute little pout. "Her is adorable!" He'd say excitedly, leaning closer to you to give him a peck on his cheek.

Hayden's hand held yours the whole time. Even when your eyes start to water, and you have to look away from him. You try not to laugh, because you know he has to be embarrassed. The smell was atrocious. You tried to make an excuse to roll the window down. And when you start to choke on the smell, Hayden starts laughing.

"I was wondering when you were going to own up to that," he says, squeezing your hand.

"Me?" You giggle looking at him. "Hayden, everybody toots. Some of us just smell like there's a dead animal. It's okay. Maybe we need to quit eating out so much if it's upsetting your tummy."

"That is no toot. Doll, that is a fart. And if you need to blame me, because you don't want me to think your ass doesn't smell that bad, fine, darling. But man...roll down a damn window, it's burning my eyes."

"I didn't toot, you did."

"I did not shit on myself, you did," slowly you turn to look at the dog behind you, who gives a bit of a bark, and you start dying laughing. "You're blaming it on the puppy?" When an actual flatulence sound comes from behind you and the same rancid smell fills up his car, both of you gag for air, rolling the window down.

"You got dad a dog that smells like complete ass. My god, Miss Tootles, why do you smell like that babe? Oh my god. I taste it! Doll! Do something!"

"What do you want me to do?" Laughing uncontrollably, even snorting, and squealing. "Stop! I'm about to pee on myself."

"I believe the dog shit herself. Check on that baby."

"Hayden, she's just gassy."

"I feel like she's dying. Blech, that is vomitrocious," you laugh harder, slapping on his arm, begging for him to stop.

"Pull over!"

"What?"

"I've got to pee, unless you want your floorboard covered, pull over."

You reach in the back of Hayden's car, pulling up the sweet puppy, and before you can turn around, Hayden comes behind you, capturing your lips. "Haydes, not in front of your parents house."

"My parents know we're official. They expect me to be touching you," your fingers move to his belly, in an area you found to be super ticklish for him. Making Hayden jump around playfully, as the doggo barks at him, "Oh, shh, miss ma'am, you've got to be quiet for Howard. He doesn't know about you."

"Nine out of ten, we're bringing that thing back home with us," you look over towards him quickly, and he starts stuttering, "I mean...back to the city. It's kinda confusing when for the past three weeks, I'm either at your apartment in your bed, or you're in my apartment in my bed. But I didn't mean – Doll, you're killing me, and..."

"Shh," you answer calmly, pressing a finger up against his lips. "I wish my boyfriend would quit digging himself a hole," with a sweet smile, you stand on your tiptoes to give him a chaste kiss, until the sweet pup, yips again. "You ready to see your forever home, Tootie wootie?"

"You're naming a dog that isn't yours after the fact that she has the worst gas I've ever smelled," you don't even make it up the steps until Tara is opening up the door, and gasping at the dog. "Mom! Please, don't tell me you were looking out the window?"

"Well, my phone said that you arrived, but it looked like you two needed some privacy," she gives you a giggle, and Hayden's hand that had been resting a bit too low on your ass, moves up more. "And who is this?"

"The amazing magnificent wonderful farting puppy," Tara's eyes blink quickly, looking at you to apologize. "This is Dad's early Christmas present. Welcome to the stinkiest years of your life."

"She doesn't toot that often, but when she does, it's like a thick fog of stench. You can't run from it."

"You two are talking ugly. This sweet thing would never," she grabs the puppy out of your hands, and the dog's body vibrates, licking all over her. "Oh, even if your father says no, I say yes. I'm not letting this sweet thing go ever ever. Aren't you just the most precious thing? Let's show you off to your daddy. Honestly, since I have no grandchildren, and Doll left me, this is going to be a welcome addition. it's too quiet here for a retired woman."

"Tara, I'm sorry. Sailor is just almost here. I can't think of being away from them," the three of you walk into the house, and she slyly looks at you.

"I'm sure it only has to do with the baby."

"Mom!"

"Is Howard in his office?" You ask her. She gives you a nod, handing the dog over to you. Hayden gives your hip a gentle squeeze as you trot to Howard's office. The hallways lined in various pictures of the three kids growing up, and even a few family photos.

Standing in front of his door, you gulp. Giving little kisses to your gift's head, and you wonder if maybe you're being too pushy. He finally kind of agreed to a dog. But having one was such a big responsibility. Giving that door a knock, you open it slowly.

"I was wondering when you were going to...oh," Howard's eyes go from yours to the puppy, and then back to yours, tilting his head, and smiling serenely. "What have we here?"

"Well, remember on our last walk, and I told you that I was going to stay with my brother and his girlfriend, and you said you didn't know what you were going to do because you enjoyed getting out and walking, and was going to miss my company, and then I suggested you and Tara get a dog, and start walking it?" He laughs at your long explanation, and you have to pause to take a deep breath, "Well, I got you a dog. And Hayden laughs because she is a bit gassy sometimes, but she's so sweet, and so smart. She can already sit. And she..."

"Doll," he stops you, with a smile. "She's beautiful. Did you name her?"

"No," your eyes squint close with how big you're smiling. Beaming up at a man you have the utmost respect for, "Hayden calls her Princess Tootie, I call her Tootles. Her gas is horrendous, but I think she does it more when she's nervous, or excited, or sometimes in her sleep. She has a bed that she sleeps in, too. I didn't know if you would want her in the bed."

"Shh, breathe. I love her. You know what I would really love is if you get her leash, and let's go for a walk," you whisper out okay, and skip out of the room. Before even making it out to get the dog's things, Hayden pulls you into a tight hug.

"Where are you going?"

"A walk with your dad, and no you can't go," he gives you a pout, but you still shake your head no. "I haven't got to go on a walk with your dad in weeks. Catch up with your mom, and later, we can have dessert on the back porch."

"Is that code for something?" His brows wiggle at you.

"It's code for eating dessert on the back porch. You better quit."

"Aren't your legs going to get cold?"

"I have tights on. Go on, and let me get Tootles her leash. When I get back, we're making cookies."

"How are things with you and Haden?" Howard's eyes peek over to you, watching your reactions. He didn't have to ask, he could see it etched on your face. There was a calmness that surrounded you. While you were plenty happy before meeting Hayden, he could tell his goofy baby boy was bringing even more light into your life.

There was an almost permanent smile on you. A vibrancy for life and the future, instead of just taking things day by day to get by. You jog up ahead, jumping on that log that you loved so much. Balancing on it, and still smiling. "That good, huh?"

"Is it awkward to talk about your son?"

"Depends on how we're talking about him."

"I like him. A lot. I have started making plans about how I can contribute to Hayden's life. Like how we talked about college. I don't want to just work at little jobs here and there. I want a career, you know? And I'm not saying that Hayden is the one, I'm saying I hope he is the one. And I can see us having that life together, but," you look off into the distance, unable to look at Howard.

"But what? Are you scared of being...intimate?"

"Yes, but...not the reasons you think," he walks over to your log to sit down, and taps on the cold tree. Jumping off of it, you pick up the doggy before sitting beside him.

"I like Tootles, by the way. It suits her. So what are you afraid of?"

"I feel like he needs to know a bit where I came from. Just so he understands why I don't want to jump into a physical relationship. I want to know him. I enjoy him, but usually there's a period of being happy, and then it just all turns to..."

"Shit? Relationships of all kinds are a lot more work. Relationships where you choose to be a couple are even harder. Bad things happen, but it's how you deal with them as a couple that gets you through it, or it can ruin you. Tara and I didn't always have the best relationship. Hayden was accidental. I even accused her of an affair, knowing she never would. We had our boy and girl, and I didn't think we needed another kid. And then this giggly little baby arrived. He was just what we needed. Curtis and Jessie were a bit scared at first. They're so much older than him, but even they were offering to feed him, teaching him to walk. Tara and I learned to grow together, instead of growing apart. Do you think Hayden deserves to know your past?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Because," you give Tootles a sweet little kiss, and whisper, "I'm falling hard."

"You don't have to give him full details. He knows how you and Curtis met. But I think you're right. You should tell him. Just start a relationship with everything in the open. But I'll tell ya, You're not the only one falling. Hayden has never brought a girl home with him. I know this is a special situation, but he's never. I've never seen him excited about coming home. Even talking about working at my office instead of staying in the city," you bashfully look away, your cheeks heating up because the city was nowhere you wanted to stay permanently.

"It's okay to be vulnerable for people. I think honesty is just what you need. Good lord," he gags, and you throw your head back laughing. He takes the dog out of your hands, and places it on the ground. "We don't need that smell to leak onto you. Tootles, why do you smell so bad? Princess of the Land of Stench. I think Tara wants to make some gingerbread men, so maybe we should get back."

"Can we go look at my house first?" Howard grimaces, and your face falls ever so slightly. "What?" Scared of what he could say. You just wanted a quick look to add details to your daydreams.

"Sweetheart, someone bought it. No one has moved in yet, and it doesn't appear they've hired anyone to renovate it either."

"Oh. Okay. It's fine. There's other houses, right, Tootles? Let's go make some gingerbread men," he could hear the change in tone of your voice, but he tells himself that it's you thinking about what you will say to Hayden.

"Ma!"

"What?" Tara yelps, spinning around quickly. Hayden sits down at the table with a big smile, and taps his hand on it. "I am busy."

"Putting spices and oranges on to simmer is not busy. Sit down, I need you."

Rolling her eyes, she sighs, sitting down beside her son, but when he doesn't speak, she pats on his thigh. He had grown so much since he started college, nearly finished, and looked more handsome than ever. Everyday she was finding something new to be proud of him about. "Hayden Elias Everett, you beckoned, and I came over here. What is it that you want?"

"I love her."

"Oh! Well...well that was really easy to say. Has she said it back?" Looking only at the table, he shakes his head no. "Have you told her?"

"No. How do you tell someone you hardly know that you love them and you're going to marry them? Stop looking at me that way," Tara's sight turns to look up at the ceiling, refusing to let a single tear fall down her face. "I just feel...I don't know if she feels the same way about me. It's like, there's a tiny nugget of withdrawal from her, and I don't know what to make of it. I read people well, I always have, but she just...ugh, and I just...ahh, and I want...I don't know. Like I will give her all the time she needs, I just want to know, you know?"

"She left with you, and didn't come back. Anytime I call you, I hear her in the background. But are you talking about a verbal indication? Like is this about sex?"

"No," Hayden growls, cutting his eyes over at her. "This isn't about sex. I am...I'm good, we're not, but I'm good."

"She calls you her boyfriend, baby. I would say that's a big deal. And it's definitely a big deal for you to be calling her girlfriend. So what is it that you need?"

"I don't know. I just feel like something is missing."

Hayden walks down the stairs, peeking his head in the living room, he gets frustrated when he doesn't see you. He sighs, seeing his parents curled up with Tootles on the couch for a movie, and his mom lifts her hand up holding the blanket. "She's outside, baby."

Grabbing up the blanket, he stares out the back door, you look comfortable. A mug of hot chocolate in your hand, while you looked up at that treehouse. Snuggled up tightly in your fluffy blanket. There was a peacefulness surrounding you, but you were too quiet after you came back from your walk. You still smiled, but there was more of a reserve, and he hoped that it was because you were around his parents.

He makes his own mug of hot chocolate, wrapping that blanket around him as he walks out to the porch. Neither of you say anything, but when he sits down, you lean over on his shoulder, and search for his hand. "There's a reason I'm acting weird."

"Okay, good, I thought you were, but then I thought it was me, and...proceed."

"I know you know where I came from. I was raised in the MC. My dad was the president, my mom died when I was five, and he had no idea how to raise kids, much less his daughter. He got the help of the old ladies. The uh, women of the club members. Most of them had boys, but not me. Joseph's pretty little Doll. But I wasn't raised to take over the MC, I was raised to be an old lady. That's not the life I wanted. I didn't want to have to wonder where my husband was. If he fathered other kids, or how many women he was sleeping with, but I was taught that is expected, and you deal with it."

You look over at Hayden who stares blankly out at the yard, and you scoot closer to him. You need his warmth. "I wanted my dad and brother's attention, so I got into a weird relationship with both of their best friends. Steve's was when I was younger, dad's I was older. No matter what I did, they never paid any attention to me."

"The uh...the red star tattoo?"

"I was eighteen, and got it for my first love," he nods his head, finally looking at you. "I was caught between the two of them. They both knew, but I was addicted to the drama, to the attention, and too far gone. The day Curtis brought me here. The current president accused me of stealing. He uh...he put me over his lap and was spanking me. His door was wide open, so anyone could see. They got in a fight, and Curtis picked me up, and didn't stop until we were here. I don't do drugs, but this was like a detox. And I needed it. Your brother brought me where I could work on myself."

Hayden's jaw pulses, clenching his teeth tightly, and you look back at the yard. Going to pull your hand out of his, but he holds tighter to you. You didn't know what he was thinking. And the only feeling he had was anger for anyone who would dare to hurt you, "Hayden, I understand if..."

"I'm not mad at you. It's them. And Curtis."

"Why are you mad at Curtis?"

"He's with them. He isn't like them, and yet, he's there. And...you didn't have to tell me."

"I did. I don't want us to have secrets between each other, and...that's why I'm waiting for sex. Because sex with you will mean more than just the physical part, you know?" His lips turn up into a smile, and he nods his head. "Don't think it's because that's not what I want. I do, I just...."

"Doll, you're fine. It's cold. Let's go snuggle on the other couch and watch Christmas with the Kranks with my parents and Princess Stinks-A-Lot."

Your head peeks out of Hayden's bedroom, and you walk down the hall. You couldn't sleep. It was miserable in his bed alone. Not getting far when you're met by Hayden himself. "I couldn't sleep," the two of you say together.

"Good," Hayden says, pulling your arm to his old bedroom. "This bed is more comfortable than the futon."

Hayden treads lightly when the door is closed. He found you more often than not checking to see if his parents were watching when he touched you. Thinking it was because you were in his childhood home, but you hadn't had bedtime kisses. And right now the only thing you can think about is the cozy glow you felt whenever his lips touched yours.

Snaking your hand up his chest, before wrapping it around his neck, you pull him down to your mouth. A few pecks turn into his tongue caressing your bottom lip, and you meet him halfway. Hayden backs the two of you to the bed, and trying not to leave his mouth, you scoot back on the bed. His mouth chases you anytime you pull away.

Continuing your little make out session, your fingers run up and down his bare back. Whimpering at his taste, and you push him off of you. Letting his back hit the bed, and you go to straddle him.

"Doll, what cha doing, baby?" Grabbing the bottom hemline of his old shirt, you pull it off your head, and he stares owlishly at you in nothing but those little bitty boy short panties. "The first time I saw your ass, I selfishly wanted it," rolling your hips, you grind over his crotch, and he nods his head, closing his eyes, "Yep, that's what I wanted. Yep, just like that baby," his words turn into a whisper as you grind over top of him.

Picking up his hands to place on your body, "I'm yours. Y-y-your girlfriend."

"I'm yours, too. Your boyfriend," pressing your hands on his chest, you move faster over top of him, while he stares up at you in awe. You were beautiful, in every way. Every lighting. Every bit of clothes, or lack thereof. Even your heart, you were beautiful. He had never dreamed that something so innocent as dry humping could feel so nasty and good. Even just him grabbing your hips tightly, so he can watch your body move over him, it's more than enough, and he can't wait to explore more of your body. "It feels good, Doll."

"Yeah?" He bites his lip, nodding his head nods, and you moan out. His hands start shuffling over you quickly, and you start panting. Racing for release. Completely at this moment. Locking eyes with Hayden, and your voice goes louder than you had wanted it, but you can't stop. "Hay-den."

"Ahh," he moans out, and you feel the added warmth from his cum. You give him a sweet smile, and slowly lean forward onto his chest. Even though he's a bit sticky, you welcome it. Basking in his post orgasm glow. His hands brush up and down your back until you drift off, falling into a deep peaceful sleep. "I love you," he whispers onto your head. Gently giving you a kiss to the top of your head, before your heavy breathing lulls him to sleep.

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