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A Losing Hand, Part 20

Summary: Nick pushes you too far. The birth of baby Barber

Pairings: Andy Barber X Reader

Rating: explicit

Warnings:  explicit language, explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, PIV sex, pregnancy sex, creampie, TW sexual harassment, mentions of branding, mentions of tongue removal, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 2.9K

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Sitting up in the bed, you grip your overly stretched belly. Running your fingers over the swell, moaning in discomfort. Just like you knew he would, Andy sitting up with you. His hand moving over your body, and those dark blue eyes gazing into your own. “Daisy, what’s wrong?”

“He’s running out of space,” you whine. Trying to change positions, but that big tummy gets in your way. “Andy, why did you make such a big baby. He won’t come out. He’s not gonna fit.”

“Bruce said he was fine, and if he wasn’t, that he would induce you,” your head leans back, sighing at how discontent you are. “What?”

“I want raspberry cheesecake,” Andy pops his tongue, shaking his head at how ridiculous you’re being. “And I want to hear you play the piano.”

“Ozzie, your mother is a bit needy son. But seeing how you will be needy when you arrive, I better baby her right now, don’t cha think? Come on,” he quickly gets of the bed, just so he can help you up.

Giving you a little chuckle when you start to waddle. If he didn’t think it was cute, and made sure to tell you, you’d be offended. He drops you off in the formal dining room with the piano, jogging off to get you a slice of cheesecake to share, upon returning, you give him the first bite before sitting to just listen to him play. His fingers move effortlessly across the keys, a skill his mother made sure he had. This softer side of Andy one of your favorites. Not many knew, not that he cared. But you loved that this was just for you. Caressing over your stomach, you think how it’s for your son as well.

Finishing up the cheesecake, you move to block Andy from the piano. Your body directly in front of him, and he tilts his head, to look up at you, “Daze, what’re you doing?”

“You’re going to be the best daddy,” his eyes flutter, seeing them go misty, you go to cup his cheek. “I want our son to be just like you.”

“I want him to be like you. Hidden strength, kindness, forgiving.”

“Stop it,” you tell him playfully. Leaning a bit more onto the keys, your ass making a horrible diddy. “Andy, I know we had a rough go at first. But I do love you. I forgive you.”

“You shouldn’t.”

“This,” you finger moves between him and you before laying your hand on your belly, “this requires forgiveness.”

Andy stands up, as close to you as Ozzie’s temporary home will allow. His thick hands softly grazing up and down your sides, his eyes blown wide with lust, mirroring your own. “You know,” you stutter out as his head turns to the side, ghosting his lips over the column of you neck.

“What were you gonna say?” he asks. Flattening his tongue, he licks up your heated skin, blowing a draft of cold air over the wetted area.

“I know what can induce labor?”

“What’s that, Daisy?” Andy gives your neck a little nibble, pushing apart your legs, to place himself in between them. Your hand immediately palming over the bulge in his sweatpants, “Daisy, what induces labor?”

“Andy, I want you to fuck me,” he sets the lid down on the piano. “Baby, not here.”

“Yep, I’ll have my wife wherever the fuck I want,” lifting your body up onto the piano. The wrap nightgown, becoming abundantly clear as to why it’s his favorite, when he pulls it open, leaving you vulnerable and naked. His hand smooths over your slit, while he lets his sweatpants drift to the floor. A knee crashes to the keys, and creates the most beautiful symphony as he pushes into your warmth.

Nothing too fast just a slow and determined thrust. His hands rubbing over your stomach as he creates a steady and deep pace. Thumb stimulating your clit, and it doesn’t take much, causing him to quit with his thumb, “You’re so sensitive, Dais. I don’t want you to cum to fast, sweetheart.”

Watching you as your body writhes around with pleasure. Unable to look at him because you’re so pleasured. “Relax. I’m giving you a massage,” he chuckles at you. Your hands move to your tits, groping and tweaking your nipples. “There ya go. We gotta do what we gotta do to to push you into labor, don’t we?”

“Yeah, we do. Gotta do whatever it takes.”

“Shh, you’re getting worked up again. I haven’t got to feel you long enough.”

Andy’s face gazes at you, wishing there wasn’t so much separating him from you, until he remembers who that someone is. Can almost imagine coming home to you with his baby in your arms. The thing he’s always dreamed of almost here.

“Andy…Andy,” your voice pants when he starts rutting into you. Becoming a mess right underneath him. Seeing Andy become animalistic suddenly, sets your body fire.

“Oh god, Andy!” you scream as you cum hard over him. Gripping tight to his forearms, while he continues his mission.

“Almost there,” he grunts, sweat beading around the perimeter of his face, and you have never seen him look more handsome. Throwing his head back, he growls, as his orgasm rushes through him. His thick cream coating your walls, and you sigh in relief.

“You look beautiful like that.”

Andy gives you a big wide grin, breath still staggered as he gulps for more air, “That’s the first time a woman has ever called me beautiful.”

“Get used to it. Because I’m no woman, I’m your Queen, and the mother of your son.”

“Our son.”

“No,” you whine at Bucky after he tells you that they have to go on a quick ‘thing’. And it pisses you off you’re being left with Nick. A thing. Just a thing. Even Andy told you not to worry your pretty little head.

“Just call if anything weird happens, go into labor, whatever. I’ll bring him right back. He’s got some loose ends to tie up, and then he’s done for at least a month.”

You know how childish you sound. But dammit, you don’t want Nick. “You’ll be fine. Winter is down for nap,” which only further irritates you. Nick isn’t as bad when Winter is there. “Is everything okay?”

“It’s fine. Go on leave. Leave me here in my tower.”

“Daaaaaiiiisy,” Bucky draws out your nickname, he’s the only one who you can fully pout with. “If there is something wrong, we’ll listen. But you’ve got to tell us,” when the feet of Nick’s create shadows under your door, you know it’s time to quit.

“We’ll be fine. Just go. Hurry up.”

Bucky leaves, making Nick sling your door open, walking over to open the curtains to your bedroom, and you walk out leaving him. He can stay here all he wants. Going to the kitchen to prepare you and Winter a snack, but those stupid feet follow you.

You have a new tactic, just ignore him. Going to slice up some apples, but Nick walks too close behind you. Leaning on the counter, just in your peripheral vision. That arrogant smirk planted on him. “What do you want?”

“I am here to watch you, can’t I do my job?”

You roll your eyes, the careful cuts now turning into angry chops. Nick’s eyes look up and down your body, and he slides his hand over to you on the counter. Removing it just to rub on your belly. “You know, Andy used to always share what was his,” you drop the knife to the counter, and his body moves behind you. His hands going around your stomach. Flowing down until he’s cupping the bottom. You know you’re struggling to find air, but get so much relief when he lifts your belly up. Holding Ozzie’s weight in his hands. And for a moment you forget who is behind you. Laying your head back on his shoulder, and you take a deep inhale.

“You do know how to behave,” your body stiffens back up, and you look around for an escape. “Doesn’t appear to have worked.”

“What?” you ask looking at the knife, but Nick just side steps it out of your reach.

“He didn’t fuck you hard enough. I would have had you bent over in the kitchen, or even had you riding my cock. You did look really pretty on that piano. It’s kinda poetic because wasn’t that the first place Andy tasted you? Had you laid back while he feasted on that virgin cunt?”

“Nick, let me go.”

“Why? You know these conversations are for you and me. I know you’ve been keeping them secret.”

“Let me go.”

You stiffen up further when he sniffs up your neck, “You’re getting closer. Even your scent is changing,” you look for anything to grab, just wanting to get away from him.

“You telling me Bucky hasn’t tried to fuck you after seeing you with his daughter? He is such a sap and sucker for that shit. Or Steve? I bet him and Andy take turns with you don’t they? Or is it Sam? You like that big thick cock? Would he get your ass or your pussy? I had hoped you’d given me a taste by now. How about today is the day?” he presses an open mouth kiss on your neck, and you elbow him in the gut. His hands dropping your stomach immediately and you cry out as the weight crashes back down.

Seeing stars as you try to get away from him. His body rushing towards you, but you trip over your feet, crashing to the floor, and you scream out as pain lights up your body. “Stay away!” holding your stomach you begin crawling away. Putting as much distance between you and Nick as possible, leaving a trail of pink blood, and liquid.

“No,” you scream. Gripping tighter to your belly. Screaming for anyone that could hear you in the compound.

August comes rushing around the corner. Looking between you and Nick. Scooping you up bridal style, glaring at him, “Fucking call Andy you dumb idiot!”

Nick struggles to get his phone, when you look up at your savior, “He can’t be alone with her.”

“Who?”

“You know who. August, he can’t be alone.”

“Then you better start talking fast about what Nick did. I’ve got to get you to the infirmary,” his feet take you in the wrong direction. Further away from Winter than you desire.

“August. Get. Her. First,” your teeth clench, as another contraction runs through your body. Feeling dizzy with how quickly things transpired, but you need to know she’s safe.

“Dammit,” walking towards the rooms, he passes Luke, “Get Bruce to ready the infirmary. I’ve got to pick up our little secret.”

Luke doesn’t respond just starts off at a quick pace to get Bruce. “Could he not have got her?”

“She thinks you don’t know about her. She’ll need to see me.”

The poor girl gets a scare of her lifetime, Shadow and Aspen, too as they shoot up off the bed, “Daisy, I thought you forgot about us. Shadow slept so good in here. Oh! Is the prince coming?”

“Yeah,” sweat lines your brows as you try not to show how bad the pain is getting. “August hurry. Princess, I need you to follow us. Come on girls.”

August going as fast as he can to Bruce who is already setting things up. Pointing at the bed, for him to lay you down. “Uh, so we’re going to quit pretending that Bucky has a kid then?” Winter gives him a cute little wave. Both dogs flanking her.

“Has someone called Andy?”

“Already did, my Queen,” Luke brings over some water for you to drink, “they’re on their way, okay? He’s not going to wait on his daddy, so don’t think you can stop this labor. My wife couldn’t,” you offer him the best smile you can give him. “Walker, the girl and dogs need to go. They’re on their way. Bucky’s driving, so they’ll be here shortly.”

You wait until he leaves with her, before you grit down, using Luke’s hand to squeeze, but he just gives you words of affirmation while Bruce checks you. “Well, the good thing is, everything is okay.”

“The bad thing?” Luke asks for you, as you try and count your breaths through the contraction.

“I don’t know what happened, but this is going quick. Dais, you stressed?”

“Gimme the epidural!”

“I can’t.”

“You can’t?” What?” Luke and you shout at him.

“You’re too far along,” you collapse on the bed begging for Andy. And both men try and calm you. “Daisy, what happened?”

“I fell,” you cry up at him. Gripping to Luke’s hand again. “Where’s Andy? I can’t have his baby if he’s here.”

“Ozzie isn’t going to wait.”

Andy rushes through the compound ignoring everyone until he barrels through the doors. Luke holds onto your hand while Bruce is shouting for you to push. “Andy!” you cry out, and he rushes to you. Pushing his lips up your forehead for a bruising kiss. “I couldn’t stop him,” you’re unsure if you’re talking about Ozzie or Nick at this point. The latter hadn’t been seen since you were brought down here.

“Come on, one more time, Dais, and we got us a Prince.”

Holding tight to Andy and Luke, you give your final push, and feel his body glide out. His cry goes straight to your heart and you were not sure how you could love him anymore than you did Winter, but it’s like a shot to your heart. Placing him on your chest you sob, not wanting to tear your eyes from him. “Andy he’s perfect.”

Andy gives a soft look to you fast asleep, his son still in his arms, when he sees his main players hanging out in the foyer. All except Nick. Winter snuggled up against Bucky’s chest, while both dogs are in the middle of the floor, “Shadow, Daisy,” the dog stands to walk into your room, where she lays down.

“Where Nick?” Andy asks looking amongst the men. No one chooses to answer, and he has to look down at his son, to calm himself. “Walker, what happened?”

“All I heard was screaming. I thought I first heard Nick grunt, and then the screaming got more intense.”

“What do you mean?”

The man looks up at Andy afraid of how he’s going to take this, “It went from being scared to being in pain. When I got there he was just staring at her. I had to get Winter, because she didn’t want him alone with her.”

“She said she fell,” Luke looks up at Andy shaking his head, “Man, I know he’s family.”

“The people in this room, and my wife are my family. What do you know?” Andy’s eyes fill with angry tears as he thinks back on all the times you begged him not to keep Nick with you.

“She might have fallen, but…you know my suspicions with him. He’s too handsey with her. Too close, and she’s tense. Walker was holding her, and she was leaned up against him. She leans away from Nick. Bruce had his hands up her vagina, I stayed with her the whole time, she’s fallen asleep on Bucky. Shang has carried her when she falls asleep in the living rim waiting for you. Sam gave her piggyback rides and laid in the bed with her when you were late. And hell, Steve helped her get dressed when you weren’t here, and the belly was in the way, why is Nick the problem?”

“She,” Andy’s face turns in disgust knowing just how you don’t have an issue with anyone but Nick. “She hasn’t said anything.”

“Andy,” Bucky says calmly, “she’s begged you not to leave him to guard her every time. That’s not an accident.”

“Pull the cameras from today. Wherever she was I want to see. And I’ll trap that mother fucker.”

Steve starts to shake his head no, “You’re putting her and the kids at risk.”

“I want him branded as a fucking traitor. I’ll have his skin so fucking scorched with a Spades brand, he won’t be recognizable. I want his lying ass tongue out of his goddamn mouth. She won’t ever fully be alone with Nick, does everyone understand? Someone will always be left behind. He will be trapped.”

“You should be celebrating,” Shang holds up a cigar. Even though the conversation doesn’t call for a celebration, the baby in Andy’s arms does. His head thrashes around, and he lets out a little whimper.

“Andy?” you whisper hearing your son wake. “Andy? Andy!?”

“Hey, hey,” he rushes in, a realization he needed. He isn’t sure what happened. But he knows Nick is the cause of it. Hearing your fear at him and the baby not being there, he hands over your son, who nuzzles around to latch on. “I’m here Daisy.”

Thinking you might not want to have the players in the room, he turns to send them away, “Andy, I want them to meet our son,” his head bows towards you, holding his hand out to invite everyone in.

“Everybody, I want you to meet, Ozul Andrew Barber, the Prince of Spades.”

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A Losing Hand, Part 21

Summary:  it’s Father’s Day for Andy...this is a bit of a jump into the future, but seemed appropriate for the day

Pairings:  Andy Barber X Daisy!Reader

Rating:  mild

Warnings:  language, mentions of blood, 18+ ONLY 

Word Count:  700

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“Where is she?” Andy asks throwing his soiled clothes into the fire, his hands washing away the blood, but the ragged knuckles remain.  Dr. Banner walks over to inspect his injuries, bandaging them as much as possible, while Steve and Bucky clean up from their night as well.  “Bruce, where is she?”

“Pissed off at you.  You left her with Nick,” Andy groans rolling his eyes as he pulls a clean shirt onto his body.  “You also forgot what today was,” when Andy gives him a questioning look, Bruce sighs.  “Father’s Day.”

“Shit,” Andy hurries up getting dressed while, Bucky looks at himself in the mirror.  “Let me go up there alone,” Bucky starts to interrupt but Andy holds up his hand, “I’m sure that she’ll want you there, too.  Let me go up there alone, and explain some things.”

“And you left her with Nick,” Steve starts chuckling, while Andy puts his rings back on his hands, taking a long look in the mirror.  “She’s a lot more sensitive since the baby was born.”

“Sam was off with his family, and she won’t tell me what her hang up with Nick is,” Andy inhales sharply, before starting to head up to your room, “She won’t like that cut on your face, Buck.”

Andy slowly opens the door, the baby crying, and Nick trying to get her to make him stop, “Change the diaper.”

“I have, he’s hungry,” your eyes cut over to him.  “Leave.”

“I’m supposed to be guarding you.”

“There’s a hallway.”

“Steve and Bucky get to...” Nick’s eyes looks up at Andy before he angrily stomps away.  Closing the door a bit too hard, making the baby cry out even louder.

Andy’s face softens when he sees the tears in your eyes.  Quickly adjusting your son to nurse, while Winter is trying to watch a movie.  “You told me he wouldn’t be here anymore.  You told me that once Ozzie was born, you would quit,” you look at his bandaged hands, and shake your head, “I can’t constantly worry about where you are.  I need honesty.”

“You need to trust me,” he adds crawling into the bed with you.  With a lingering kiss to your lips, he adds one to your son’s head.  “Ozzie, you are going to have to keep your mom calm.”

“How can I when Nick is just...Steve or Bucky.  I won’t have Nick in my bedroom anymore,” Andy starts to press more on Nick, but you shake your head no, placing a hand on top of Winter’s.  Her sweet face looks up at you, holding tighter to your hand.

“Ozzie doesn’t like Nick either,” she says mater-of-factly.  “Uncle Andy, where’s my daddy?”

“He’ll be up here shortly,” when Ozzie sleepily unlatches, Andy reaches for his son, and you remember exactly why you’re so in love with him.  Those thick fingers run over Ozzie’s soft skin, and he lifts the baby for a kiss.  “I’m sorry.  It’ll all make since soon.”

“I hope so,” you whisper, leaning onto Andy.  Winter’s eyes quickly move to the door when she sees her dad, and Steve standing in the doorway.  Jumping off the bed, to jump into his arms.

Her fingers pet over the mark on his face, “Who hurt you?”

“A very bad man.  But, daddy took care of him.  Did you and the Queen and her little prince have fun?” jokingly she growls at Bucky.  “What?”

“He was supposed to be a she,” she turns back to look at Andy, “Does that mean, you’re going to have another?” 

“Eventually.  I want to enjoy this handsome boy first,” Andy’s eyes never leave the baby, as he continues to take him in.  “You two have tomorrow off.  We’re not going anywhere.”

Bucky thanks Andy while the three of them leave.  You settle down more into Andy your eyes already drifting closed.  A whole day spent on edge with Nick being there, and finally you’re comfortable.  “Thank you,” Andy whispers gently.  

“He’s more comfortable with you as well.”

“Daisy, say the word, and Nick won’t be here anymore.”

“Andy, I don’t trust him.  And I don’t want him near the kids,” he gives you a solid nod, letting you know it’s done.  No explanation needed.  Yours and the kids comfort is what matters.  And he will do anything for you, the chunky boy in his arms, and that giggling little princess.  “I love you though...Daddy.”

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