Hey how are you hope you are ok I got a request 
For j Cody
So u and j are dating and you find out you are pregnant well basically you and j are at his and you get these really bad stomach pains and later find out you are in labour and you give birth and than later told everyone by bringing her or him round to show everyone and just cute you don’t have to do it hope that makes sense x
“Are you sure about this?”
“No,” he said gruffly, eyes hidden behind shades. It wasn’t his idea in the first place. If your boyfriend had it his way, none of his family would know about Kai.
Sleeping sounding in her blue and white striped blanket, you carefully took her seat out of the car. Unexpected, yes. A mistake, no. Never. How could something so beautiful, so perfect, ever be considered a mistake?
Taking her carrier from him, he opened the gate to his grandmother’s house with the other, letting you walk in first before him. Lips firm in a tight line, he didn't know what more he could say. It was hours of conversation that carried into the night about whether or not the rest of the Cody’s needed to know the family had increased by one. He wasn’t ashamed, never could be of something so miraculous, her tiny nose that you swore was a perfect match to his sending him into tears the first time he laid eyes on it. On her. His daughter. Never did he think he would be saying that by 21, but things happen for a reason.
He had been adamant about protecting you from the moment he’d fallen in the love, and even more adamant about protecting Kia the moment she was born. And that’s why he had very strong opinions on bringing her over.
Very aware of the Cody’s reputation, someone who had very little living family left to rely on, you weren’t one to willingly take that away from her. If Kai even had one more person in her corner besides yourself and J, you considered that a win in her book. In the end, like everything else, you had convinced J that this was the best with a little help from your very convincing lips.
“Oh, baby, your home. We just put dinner out.” Smurf’s greeting was sweet, sickly sweet J thought. His knuckles white, grip tight, on the car seat carrier. Of course, she was being overly welcoming, she always was but he hadn’t been around for months, haven’t seen his family for months as he tried to disassociate. They were all bound for a surprise.
“What’d you got there baby?”
“Is that a literal baby?” Craig’s voice came as he popped the top off his beer.
“Why does J have a baby?” Pope’s comment was devoid of any emotion or shock, just curious as everyone crowded around the kitchen.
Smurf remained silent, eyes narrowed and falling not onto her great-granddaughter, but onto you.
“Well, who’s this?” The California breeze wafting into the house from the backyard is cool, sometimes a relief against the hot sun, but today is the signal of what can be described as the start of California winter. Chilly, cold, with a bite, icy and mirroring Smurf’s question.
“This is Kai. Your…” his mouth unbelievably dry, your elbow to his side edged him on to finish. “Your great-granddaughter.”
“And you didn’t tell us…” The question hung in the air, the uncles less than interested in a new Cody, she wasn’t a threat to their fortune yet, what did it matter But you swore you saw a bit of a smile grace Deran’s lips as he looked at her for a fleeting moment.
“Well, let me get a proper look at my great grandbaby…”
You could read J like a book; all rigid and stiff, telling you, telling everyone that he wasn’t comfortable with her touching his daughter, taking an involuntary step back as she approached. A comforting hand rested on his shoulder, a curt nod sent his way to reassure him that it needed to happen and it might as well happen now. For all the murdering they did, you knew in your heart that Smurf wouldn’t hurt Kai. Blood.
J knew a different story, and watched a smile sit uncomfortably, unfamiliar on the woman’s face. J knew Smurf loved her family, and her boys, and yet she’d hated Julie, hurt her, and left her to die. He knew what smurf thought of Cody's women, and he’d be damned if she tried anything like that on his little girl, her peach fuzz already a mysterious shade of brown, darker than his and yours, a bit of his mom passed down in a way that made him hurt more. A may that made him remember his mom, mourn her again, and fight for what she deserved all those years ago.
He now had two women to avenge.
And it was your quick wit that had convinced him this was the best way. Even late last night, surrounded by pink and purple painted butterflies on the wall, you nursing Kai, the three of you with barely any sleep keeping you energized, you remembered something your mother said to you, something his mother said once or twice, “keep your friends close, keep your enemies closer.”
She’d never be the wiser to J’s ways with a new little bundle to focus on.
“See, it’s alright. It’s working,” you whispered in his ear, doing anything you could to ease the tension you felt in his shoulders, his focus razor-sharp on his daughter in his grandmother’s greedy arms.
“She’s safe. She’ll always be. She has you.”
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Little Bird - Dad!Josh Kiszka
a/n: i haven't written in a while, so please excuse that. but i listened to the new jonas brothers album and this song instantly gave me dad!josh vibes and i ran with it
what was supposed to be a small blurb turned into a six page fic that i found myself tearing up writing :) enjoy <3
summary: josh finds himself getting insecure and emotional late at night with your daughter
word count: ~ 1.6k
warnings: mentions of c-section/birth, no details, mentions of scars
*edit is by @/voidedbxtch on instagram*
You were fast asleep in the comfort of your bed, the only noise being the sound of crashing waves playing from your TV, an ambience that you’ve found comforting. However, the absence of your boyfriend next to you was enough to wake you up.
Josh was nowhere to be seen. your hand runs over his spot on the bed, which was cold, meaning he had been gone for quite some time. Glancing over at your alarm clock, bright red letters tell you the time. 2:24 AM.
Carefully, you rise out of bed, still sore from birth, even though it’s been close to five weeks at this point, sliding your slippers on and grabbing a discarded t-shirt of Josh’s that laid on the end of the bed.
As you pad down the hall, you hear a faint voice coming from the nursery. Slowly, you approach the slightly cracked door and peer inside.
Josh sits in the rocking chair, gently rocking back and forth, having foregone a shirt, your daughter, Wren, laying against his bare chest, her hand perched in a fist against his collarbone. Josh’s hair was disheveled, unkempt as the journey of parenthood had overtaken him.
“My little bird,” he whispers to her, leaning in to place the softest and lightest kiss to her nose. She squirms in his arms and settles back down, a small smile on her face as she listens to her dad’s voice. “You are so beautiful, my angel.”
You had never heard him speak this low yet still be filled with so much love and adoration before. It melts your heart as you step just a bit closer, not wanting to tap the door to give your eavesdropping away.
“You have your mama’s kind eyes, don’t you?” He teases, bringing a finger up to trace around her features. Her big, brown eyes focused on the object in front of her, hypnotized in a way. You could tell, in the short few weeks that she has been here, that she’s a full blown daddy’s girl.
She’s got him wrapped around her finger, just as her tiny hand wraps around his. He grins and you could’ve sworn a tear fell from his eye just as she did that; even though she’s done it many times already, each time, it makes him swoon.
“Listen,” he starts, keeping his tone low still, “I know I may not be the best dad, but I am going to try my hardest. You are my world, next to your mama, of course. I know one day I won’t be here to care for you, and I have to accept that. But I know you’re going to find someone so special to take care of you.”
He pauses his little speech to wipe away a tear that had fallen down his cheek. He began to slowly rock again, wanting to soothe and calm her to try and get her to lay down for the night again.
“And I know you’re going to find that person, and I just hope that you know, when that day comes, and you spread your little wings and fly to someone else’s arms, that you know I loved you from the moment you came into this world, to the moment that I leave it. You hear me, little bird?”
Wren gurgles in response and Josh can’t help the watery chuckle that escapes him. He was beyond emotional, way too much for how late it was, but he couldn’t help it. He never expected to be in this position, caring for his daughter, a new light in his life, a new reason to live.
Softly, he starts to hum Annie’s Song to her, eliciting a yawn from her tiny mouth. His hand gently strokes along her back, your eyes finally adjusting enough to see that she was just in her diaper; Josh’s favorite thing ever was skin to skin, so it was no surprise that he had taken the bonding exercise up with her.
It reminded you of when you first came home from the hospital. Josh put everything away that was in your hospital bag, allowing you to rest, shower, and just come down from the emotions and roller coaster that was labor and childbirth.
You decided to take a shower as soon as you got home, being careful of the stitches you received during your c-section, but still taking the time to wash the feeling off and allowing your muscles to relax under the hot stream of water.
By the time you had gotten ready to crawl into bed, as it was nearing midnight at this point. As you step into your bedroom, you find Josh, laying flat on his back, shirtless, wearing a pair of sweats, with Wren laying on his chest, her onesie being set beside him.
Your heart soars at the sight and you quickly had to take a photo, Josh being asleep making it far too easy. However, you wake him up, needing to put her in her bassinet for the time being; you hated waking him, but you deserved some cuddle time too.
From that moment, skin to skin was his favorite pastime.
“I love you,” he whispers to her, having finally stilled and just about to fall completely asleep. Her eyes were droopy as he continued singing to her, leaning his head back and his own eyes falling closed for a moment.
That’s when you decide to make your presence known. What you didn’t know, though, was how you had your own tears in your eyes, listening to josh describe his love for her and talk about what it’ll be like when he’s no longer here for her.
“What are you doing up, honey?” He asks, instantly growing worried that something was wrong, especially with the tears clouding your eyes that he loves so much.
“I woke up and you weren’t there, so I came looking for you and…” you taper off, not knowing how to explain that you heard everything.
“How much did you hear?” He wonders, knowing that you were listening; he knows you far too well.
“Everything,” you mumble. He smiles and carefully stands up to place Wren in her crib, pausing for a moment to make sure she was okay, before gently, with help from you, slipping her onesie back on.
As soon as everything was secured and she was fast asleep, you pull Josh right into your arms, his face falling in the spot between your neck and shoulder. One of your hands plays with his messy hair while the other runs up and down his back.
“She’s five weeks old, Josh, we have a lifetime with her before she’s out in the world.”
“I know, darling. I just got to thinking how that day is going to come, where she’s not going to need us anymore and our little bird is going be on her own.”
“And that day won’t be for a while. We still have milestone birthdays, walking, starting school, going to daycare, everything.”
“But it’ll be here before we know it.” Sighing softly, you push away from Josh and grab his face in your hands.
“I know it’s tough to think about. I get it. But let’s not think about what the future holds, alright?” Josh takes a deep breath, more tears welling up in his brown eyes.
“W-what if I don’t show her how much I love her?” His voice cracks and in an instant, you are bringing him back into your arms as he cries into your shoulder. “I wanna be a good dad, but I fear that I don’t know how.”
“Hey, shh. It’s not going to be easy sometimes. And that’s okay. We can’t be perfect, but I know for a fact that she will know you love her with your entire heart. You’re already showing her and she can’t even comprehend anything right now. But she senses the love you have and the love you’ve given her so far. The way she smiles when she hears your voice, how she instantly calms down and goes to sleep when you sing John Denver to her. Josh, I have no doubt in my mind that she will forever know how much you love her.”
Silence hangs in the air as Josh takes in your words.
“Thank you,” he whispers, placing a kiss to your exposed neck. “You are incredible, and I don’t know what I’d do without you, love.”
“I love you, Josh. I always will.” There’s another pause before Josh takes your hand and guides you out of the nursery, quietly closing the door and turning back on the monitor he had brought in with him.
Bringing you back to your room, he helps you get settled into bed again, being mindful of your scars and everything. He holds you close and kisses your forehead.
“What do you think she’ll turn out to be like?” He asks, wanting to start another conversation but wanting it to be lighthearted.
“I think she’ll be talented, like you and your brothers. Maybe Jake can show her how to play guitar. No drums, though.” Josh laughs a real, hearty laugh, a sign that his mood was already improving.
“I’d love for her to continue the family tradition, it’d be nice to see.”
“I know she’ll be proud to do so if she decides to.”
Josh curls up into your side and sighs deeply, nuzzling his face into your neck.
“Get some rest, Josh,” you whisper, threading your fingers through his hair. His eyes flutter closed, the crashing waves consuming the both of you, as well as thoughts of your small family, your mind filled with all the facts that prove Josh is, and will continue to be, the best damn dad in the world.
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ohh dang no "eat" but ohh heat and breath leave many ideas of what the sentences could be 😂😂 And ok for dad blurb ideas what about one other J Cody or Michael Gray where it's him and reader are married and it's their daughters first Halloween and the reader wants to find a costume for her even if she's still to small to trick or freak but the reader wants to wear matching in costumes for their families Halloween party? 💗
“For someone who’s in disguise all the time, I’d think you’d love Halloween.”
“Yeah, well, I don’t.”
“What’s not to love? Dressing up in pretty costumes, eating candy until you puke, scary movies…”
“People pretending to be something they’re not… see, she agree with me.”
“She’s laughing at the clown behind you.”
“Do we really have to dress up?”
“For the family Halloween party? Yes. Uncle Fred has won the costume contest once too many times, this year we’re going to dethrone him, aren’t we Kai?”
Your daughter banged her hands together in a makeshift clap, something like a laugh mixed with a gurgle falling from her lips as she tried to communicate with you. She was one, there was no way to know what was going through her head but she seemed to agree with you. “Tell Daddy you want to win. He’ll do anything if you ask him pretty girl.” You whispered the last part to her, as if it was a secret kept between you two when your husband was right across the room watching and listening, a hand grazing over the fluff on her head.
She squealed happily at the word Daddy, little grabby hands thrust his way.
“Kai, you don’t want to embarrass Daddy, do you?” J asked already feeling defeated.
“J, come on.”
“I’m not dressing up.”
“It’s not for me, it’s for your daughter.” You knew he’d do anything for her. He shook his head, helping Kai reach the puffs on her highchair tray before focusing back on his laptop. She squealed and clapped again.
“So, not even for me?” You whispered in his ear, hands featherlight yet teasing as they grazed over his shoulders, tense from another long day’s work. Lips pressed just under his ear, lips pursed as you blew along his skin, trailing kissing up and down his neck. A moan involutnarily slipped through his lips, eyes narrowing and brows furrowed as he locked eyes with Kai across the table.
“Mommy’s not playing fair Kai. What do you’ve got to say for her?”
She squealed, louder and longer than before. Warm lips pressed against goosebumped skin.
His sigh was sign of his surrender. “What did you have in mind?”
“Well…” And you were rattling off ideas from a bumble bee and beekeepers to chefs and a pot of spaghetti and meatballs. Kai clapped her hands, suggesting she actually preferred some ideas to others, but J’s face was an obvious tell of the inner workings of his head. And he seemed to hate them all.
“Well, what’s your great big idea mister?”
He smirked.
“Are you saying I get to pick the costumes?”
“Sure, if that’s what is takes,” he sighed. Heavily. “Just make sure I look pretty, hm?” You poutede, eyelashes fluttering overdramtatically and kissing him on the cheek. “And it better be Y/L/N trophy worthy.”
“It will be.”
That’s how, two nights later, you ended up in a costume closely resembling Pamela Anderson’s red Baywatch bathing suit, whistle and all, as J held Kai- the baby shark- and he donned the least creative costume possible, a shark attack victim, a white shirt with some rips and fake blood stains. While you didn’t have high hopes leaving that night, the smile on your face as you placed the annual Halloween best-dressed award on your mantelpiece said otherwise.
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