Next Thing You Know - Bob Floyd x reader
Inspired by Next Thing You Know by Jordan Davis
In which he meets a woman at the bar. Next thing he knows, his whole life has passed in the blink of an eye.
Warnings: pregnancy, them moving in together FAST?
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"I just... don't feel the need for a relationship, you know?" Bob sighs as Jake hounds him about finding a pretty girl to take home.
"C'mon, it doesn't even have to be a full on relationship! Plenty of girls out here are happy with one night stands," the blonde tries to reason.
"I'm not really a one night stand kind of guy..." His eyes drift down to the cup of watered down soda in his hands.
"Just, drop it, please? I'm staying single, I'm happy this way." He stands from his stool, not giving Jake the chance to continue harassing him as he heads to the bar to get a soda that doesn't taste like sadness and too much time spent defending his relationship- or lack thereof.
And then he runs into her. Literally.
A pretty girl at the bar, head thrown back in a laugh at something Penny said. He hadn't been watching where he was walking and ended up running directly into her shoulder.
"Oh- goodness, I'm real sorry ma'am!" His cheeks flush red and he stumbles over his words, looking at the poor woman he just knocked into.
"You're alright, sugar! Don't worry 'bout it," she laughs, "Believe me, I've dealt with worse things than a pretty boy bumping into me." If somehow possible, his cheeks flush even darker, even creeping up to his ears and down his neck.
"What's your name, honey?" She asks him.
"Oh- I- uhh..." His brain goes completely, utterly blank.
"His name is Bob," Penny supplies helpfully from behind the bar, seeing the WSO struggle.
"Thanks, Pen," the pretty woman laughs again and Bob swears it's the most beautiful sound he's ever heard. She tells him her name and he immediately files it away in his brain under as the most important name he's ever heard.
He regains his sense after a few moments and actually talks to her like a normal person, and next thing he knows it's two A.M. and he's pretty sure he's in love.
They talked about everything from music to movies to their hometowns to stupid teenaged memories.
He suddenly regrets being so certain when talking to Jake earlier in the night, as now he has to explain that he has a dinner date set with a very pretty woman that he is very much interested in pursuing a relationship with.
Three months later- aka five dinner dates, thirteen movie nights, six lunch dates, many sleepovers, and a surprising amount of kisses later- he's swearing up and down to Natasha that they're not moving in together yet.
"I just don't think she's ready for it, it mean, what if i ask her and it ends up being too early and then she breaks up with me?" He spirals before Natasha literally shakes him to snap him out of it.
"Bob. She practically lives at your place anyways. She has a toothbrush there. She has hair products there. I think she's already trying to slowly move in. She's been hinting about her lease running out soon. Ask her before it's too late." His front seater chides.
He's saved from having to answer that by the very woman they were discussing arriving. Her lips press to his cheek instinctively, a greeting that has been toned down from an initial peck on the lips once she learned his dislike for public displays of affection.
"Hey honey," she greets him, "Hey Nat." The two women have become friends since her and Bob started dating, going out for occasional girls nights and hanging out in the Hard Deck when the boys get extra rowdy.
"Hi baby," Bob grins up at her, a lovesick looking thing that became constantly noticeable, always plastered on his face after that first night they met at the Hard Deck.
He takes her hand in his and gently kisses the back of it, which is the extent of the kisses he'll give in public.
Natasha greets her too, an almost proud look on her face as she watches Bob stare at his girlfriend with the most adoring look in his blue eyes.
A week later there's a small U-Haul truck outside of his little beachside home, a one bedroom little thing that now is beginning to become their little beachside home.
Some things he did have to get rid of, but honestly, it was needed. Like the rug in the living room that he'd gotten on clearance at the local home store being replaced by one that compliments the room much better.
His trinkets, small metal model airplanes and Star Wars figurines, now scooted over on their shelves to make room for her figurines of characters from her favorite media, his books shifted to make room for hers, his vinyl records stacked to fit hers in.
Within a year he finds himself saving money more than he ever has before, which is saying something, considering he's always been very financially responsible.
Another six months and that money is now a ring burning a hole in his pocket.
Next thing he knows, three more months have passed and he's dropping down on one knee on her momma's front porch, the whole speech he's had prepared for months leaving his head, the only thought coursing through his brain is a prayer that sure doesn't say no.
"... please...?" Is the only word he can get himself to say, and she laughs through the tears that had welled in her eyes from the second he'd gotten on his knee.
"Yes, baby," she giggles as she lets him slide the ring on her finger.
After a year of engagement, the most wonderfully chaotic wedding planning anyone on the squad had ever seen, and a beautiful white dress, they walk into the reception of their wedding as Mr and Mrs Floyd.
Natasha gives a very giggly, slightly tipsy speech, as Bob's best (wo)man, and the rest of the squad gives many congratulations, and Jake even throws in a teasing, "not looking for a relationship, huh, Floyd?"
Next thing he knows he's on a beautiful white sand beach with his wife, his left hand getting used to the cool metal on his ring finger.
Suddenly three years have passed and he's sitting on the cold tile of their bathroom floor, looking up at his wife who is sitting up on the counter.
She gasps and he's on his feet in an instant, looking at the white and pink stick in her hand as she nods her head.
"We're..?" He starts, voice trailing off. "We're having a baby," she finishes his sentence.
He has her in his arms in an instant, heart racing as he kisses her.
They weren't really trying for it, but they weren't not trying for it either. And now they have it and hes half excited, half scared to death.
And somehow, in the blink of an eye, they're in a delivery room. He's holding her hand as she cries out in pain, trying to not react to the fact that it feels like the bones in his hands are about to snap.
"How're you doin' there, dad?" One of the nurses addresses him.
He nearly bursts into tears being referred to as dad, but he nods. "Fine- 'm fine."
He does burst into tears when he's handed his daughter for the first time, soft sounds of adoration falling from his lips as he looks at her, and then at his beautiful, exhausted wife.
He takes the drive home slow that night, both of his girls managing to sleep on the ride.
And then seventeen years have passed faster than he could ever realize, and he's waiting on the couch at 11:01 for his daughters and his son to get home from their prom night, his eldest daughter- already a senior, somehow- allowing her sophomore sister to be her plus one so they could have a prom together, their junior brother being brought along by his senior date.
And then college admission letters start coming and "NYU? Really? It's just... kind of far, you know?" He says, and his wife takes his hand. "She can handle it, honey. We have to let her fly."
"Flying i could handle. Flying is like, my whole thing. But my daughter living on the other side of the country?" His blue eyes are wide, but he's already given in.
Next thing he knows, the nest is empty, quiet in a way it hasn't been since their oldest was born.
And now he has the chance to get to know his wife again, slow dancing with her in the kitchen for the first time in years, more in love with her than he's ever been.
And then he's got a yard full of his kids kids, and he's not quite sure when his kids got so grown up, but he's sure proud of them.
He teaches his grandkids how to fish, and tells them stories of their parents as kids, and how he met their grandmother when he was just a shy, stumbling WSO.
And he wouldn't ever have chosen a different path.
