✨Fucking Brats - 2/3✨
Summary: You and Ben have two teenage daughters, and lately, they’ve been nothing short of awful. With Ben away on missions, you've been taking the heat. But when he finally steps back through that door and sees how they’ve been treating you? Hell breaks loose. Because no one—not even his own brats—messes with his girl.
Pairing: Soldier Boy x Reader
Warnings: 18+ only! Smut, Language, Angst
Word Count: 8942
A/N: English isn’t my first language, please be lenient. 💙
The next morning, you woke up to warmth. Soft, lingering kisses trailing down your skin, slow and deliberate, pulling you from the edges of sleep. Ben.
Your breath hitched as his mouth moved lower, his lips brushing along the swell of your breast, his rough, calloused hands skimming over your waist, holding you close beneath the sheets. For the first time in months, you had actually slept. No stress weighing you down, no fights to break up, no constant edge of exhaustion clawing at your bones. Just him, his solid, steady presence beside you, his body wrapped around yours, keeping you tethered to something warm, something safe.
A soft hum slipped from your lips as you blinked your eyes open, sunlight spilling through the curtains, illuminating Ben’s messy hair, his sharp jawline, his dark lashes against his cheeks. “Morning”, he murmured against your skin, his voice low, rough, pressing another slow, wet kiss just above your nipple. You shivered.
His lips curved against you, his breath warm, teasing. “You’re already starting shit?”, you whispered, fingers threading through his thick hair, tugging just slightly.
Ben let out a low chuckle, his mouth dragging lower, his stubble scratching lightly against your skin. “Woke up, saw my girl laying here all soft and warm, tits out—”. He flicked his tongue over your nipple, smirking when you gasped. “What the fuck did you think was gonna happen?”.
You let out a breathy laugh, squirming slightly beneath him, but his grip tightened on your waist, keeping you still.
“You gonna let me take care of you, baby?”, he murmured, his voice dipping lower, sending a shiver straight down your spine. “Been too long since I had my hands on you”.
Your stomach tightened, your thighs pressing together instinctively. Ben noticed. His smirk widened. “Oh”, he muttered, pressing another slow, open-mouthed kiss between your breasts. “You missed me, huh?”.
You rolled your eyes, but your breath stuttered as he sucked, teeth grazing lightly over your nipple before flicking his tongue over the sensitive bud. Ben grinned when you arched slightly into him. “Yeah”, he muttered, dragging his mouth lower, his breath hot against your ribs. “I thought so”.
Ben didn’t waste a second. One moment, he was teasing, kissing, drawing soft sounds from your lips, and the next, he was on top of you. His broad, bare chest pressed against yours, the weight of him sinking you deeper into the mattress. He was everywhere. His hands gripping your waist, his thighs spreading yours, his hardness pressing insistently against your stomach.
Your breath hitched, your fingers threading through his damp hair as he kissed you, really kissed you this time. Deep, slow, and possessive, like he was making up for every second he had been away.
A low growl rumbled from his chest as he rocked against you, the heat of his length dragging against your skin, making you ache. “Fuck”, he muttered against your lips, pressing his forehead to yours, his breath coming out heavy, ragged. “Missed you so goddamn much”.
His hips rolled again, and you felt it, how hard he was, how desperate. It made something inside you tighten, made your nails dig into his back, made you whimper just slightly. But Ben heard it. Felt it. And it wrecked him.
His hand gripped your thigh, pulling it up to wrap around his waist as he settled even deeper between your legs. His lips trailed down your throat, over your collarbone, his voice thick with hunger. “You gonna let me fuck you, baby?”, he murmured, dragging his teeth along your pulse. “Gonna let me take my time with you?”.
You nodded, already breathless, already dizzy with the heat of him.
Ben smirked against your skin, his fingers trailing lower, teasing, as he pressed another kiss just between your breasts. “Good”, he muttered, his voice dipping lower. “‘Cause I’m not fucking stopping until you’re screaming my name”.
Ben groaned as he eased inside you, the thick, hot stretch making you gasp, your nails digging into his biceps so hard he actually raised an eyebrow. “Shit, baby”, he muttered, his voice low, gritted, his forehead pressing against yours. “It’s been too long, huh?”.
You nodded breathlessly, your thighs trembling slightly around his waist. Even after all these years, after all the times you’d had him like this, Ben was big. Always a stretch, always pushing you to the edge of what you could take.
His smirk was lazy, teasing, but his eyes were dark, hungry. “You’re gripping me so fuckin’ tight”m he murmured, shifting his hips just slightly, making you whimper. “You really missed me, huh?”.
You didn’t answer—couldn’t.
Ben chuckled, low and rough, pressing a slow, open-mouthed kiss to your jaw as he thrust just a little deeper.
You gasped, arching against him, your fingers tightening around his arms.
Ben groaned, his own body shuddering slightly as he held himself back, giving you time to adjust. “Relax for me, baby”, he muttered against your ear, his breath hot, his hands running soothingly along your sides. “Let me in”.
You let out a shaky breath, your legs loosening around him slightly, your body finally relaxing enough for him to sink the rest of the way inside.
Ben groaned, his head dropping to your shoulder, his fingers gripping your hips tight. “Fuck”, he rasped. “You feel so goddamn good”. He pulled back, just slightly, before rolling his hips forward again, dragging another gasp from your lips, making your back arch. Ben grinned. “Oh yeah”, he muttered, his voice rough, gravelly. “I’m not stoppin’ ‘til you can’t even fuckin’ walk”.
Ben pulled back, just enough for you to feel every inch of him drag against your walls before he slammed forward again, making your breath hitch, your fingers clawing at his biceps. “Fuck, baby”, he growled, his breath hot against your throat. “You feel that?”.
You whimpered, your back arching against the bed as he set a steady, brutal pace. His hips driving into you with purpose, filling you up so deep it made your head spin. Ben grinned at your reaction, his teeth grazing your jaw before he sank his lips against your neck, sucking a deep, possessive mark into your skin. “Mine”, he muttered against your pulse, his grip on your waist tightening. “You know that, right?”.
Your thighs clenched around his hips, your breath ragged, pleasure coiling hot in your stomach. “Ben—”.
He groaned at the way you said his name, his hips snapping forward even harder.
You gasped, your nails digging into his back, your entire body shaking beneath him.
“Say it again”, he rasped, his voice almost desperate now, his forehead pressed against yours. “Say my name, baby”.
You barely managed to choke it out before he thrust again, pulling a sharp, broken moan from your lips.
Ben grinned, pure pride burning in his eyes, his breath hot against your face.
“That’s right”, he muttered, his rhythm relentless, his body moving against yours like he owned you. “You take what I give you. You take it ‘cause you fuckin’ love it”.
You did. You fucking did. And Ben knew it, too. Knew it from the way you clenched around him, from the way you could barely breathe, from the way your body trembled every time he drove himself deeper inside you.
His hand slid between your bodies, fingers finding your clit, pressing down with just the right amount of pressure. You cried out, your body arching, your head tipping back against the pillows. “That’s it”, he muttered, his voice rough, almost wrecked. “Give me everything”.
You were close, so close, and Ben could feel it, could see it in the way you fell apart beneath him. And he fucking loved it.
“C’mon, baby”, he growled, his thrusts turning desperate now, ragged. “Let me feel it. Let me feel you cum on my cock”.
And when you did, when your body clenched tight around him, your mouth falling open, a sharp, breathless moan ripping from your lips, Ben lost it. He groaned deep in his throat, his rhythm stuttering, his grip tightening as he buried himself inside you, his body shaking with the force of his release.
For a long moment, neither of you moved. Just harsh, heavy breathing, tangled limbs, sweat-slicked skin pressed together.
Then, after a moment, Ben chuckled breathlessly, his forehead resting against your shoulder. “Yeah”, he muttered, pressing a slow, lazy kiss against your collarbone. “That’s more like it”.
Ben was still buried inside you, his body warm, solid, his breath hot against your skin. His lips ghosted over your collarbone, slow and lazy, like he wasn’t in any hurry to move. His palm slid over your chest, down to your stomach, his rough fingertips tracing absentminded circles against your soft skin.
Then, he paused.
Something pulsed beneath his palm, faint but distinct, like a low hum thrumming just beneath the surface.
Ben’s brows furrowed slightly, his hand pressing just a little firmer, testing, but then, before he could focus, before he could ask, there was a knock on the door. Ben stiffened immediately, his jaw clenching, his head dropping against your shoulder with a groan.
“Dad?”, Ava’s voice came through the door. “The kitchen’s done. Can you come check?”. She sounded nervous.
Ben exhaled sharply, rolling his head back against the pillow, muttering a quiet “Fucking cockblock”, under his breath before shifting slightly, finally pulling out of you.
You winced at the sudden loss, still dazed, still warm, your body still thrumming with the remnants of pleasure. Then, your eyes flickered toward the door, and a thought crossed your mind.Your stomach dropped. You turned to Ben, your voice barely above a whisper. “…You think she heard something?”.
Ben’s expression didn’t change. Didn’t even waver. Then, after a beat, he let out a deep, exhausted sigh, scrubbing a hand down his face. “Baby”, he muttered, voice gruff, deadpan, “you forget about supe hearing every single fucking time”.
Ava let out a loud, dramatic groan from behind the door. “Oh my god”, she muttered. “Why do you always do this?”.
You gasped, clutching the blanket higher around your chest, your face going hot. “Ava!”.
“What?”, Ava grumbled. “It’s so much worse when you talk about it afterward”.
Ben let out a low, amused chuckle, shaking his head. You, on the other hand, were dying. “Ava”, you called, voice still mortified. “Go away”.
“Gladly!”, she shot back. “Just—come check the kitchen when you’re… decent”.
You groaned, burying your face into Ben’s shoulder, wishing for death.
Ben, meanwhile, was clearly enjoying himself, his smirk pure arrogance as he dragged his fingers up and down your spine. “Told you”, he murmured against your ear. “Super hearing, baby”. You smacked his chest, making him chuckle even more.
Ava’s footsteps retreated down the hall, her annoyed muttering barely audible as she left.
By the time you and Ben made it downstairs, clean, dressed, and mostly recovered, the smell of breakfast filled the kitchen. It was a shock, really.
Liv and Ava, standing by the stove, actually cooking instead of trying to kill each other. The counters were repaired, the floors scrubbed, and, shockingly, the entire kitchen looked normal again.
You paused in the doorway, your arms crossed tightly over your chest, still raw from last night, still unsure of how to face them after everything. You didn’t say anything. Didn’t even meet their eyes. Instead, you quietly made your way to the table, keeping your gaze fixed on the steaming cup of coffee waiting for you, clearly placed there with an attempt at peace.
Ben, however, didn’t hesitate. He strode in like he owned the place (which, technically, he did), grabbing a piece of bacon straight from the plate Liv was arranging, ignoring the way she scowled at him. “Kitchen looks good”, he muttered, chewing, before glancing at Ava. “Took you long enough”. Ava rolled her eyes but didn’t argue.
You sat down at the table, wrapping your hands around the warm coffee mug, hoping the heat would ground you. You were exhausted, emotionally drained, and still not sure how to process the fact that Liv and Ava had actually cleaned up their mess, not just physically, but also by trying to make breakfast as some kind of peace offering. But the second you caught a whiff of the eggs sitting in front of you, your stomach turned.
The greasy, sulfuric scent hit your nose all at once, making your throat clench, your body rejecting it immediately. You quickly pushed the plate away, wrinkling your nose, doing your best not to gag in front of everyone.
Liv’s head snapped toward you instantly. “Oh my god”, she muttered, arms crossing over her chest, already defensive. “I try to do something nice, and you don’t even pretend to appreciate it?”.
You barely had time to process her words, still trying to breathe through the nausea.
Ava shot her sister a warning glance. “Liv—”.
“No, seriously”, Liv scoffed, clearly not done. “I cook one goddamn meal, and suddenly it’s not good enough?”.
Ben, who had been casually munching on his stolen piece of bacon, suddenly stilled. His sharp green eyes flickered toward you, narrowing slightly, his entire demeanor shifting from amused to calculating. Because he knew you. He knew you better than anyone. And, more importantly, he remembered.
The last time you couldn’t stomach the smell of eggs, you had been pregnant with the twins.
Ben didn’t say anything at first, just tilted his head slightly, watching the way your throat tightened, the way your fingers trembled slightly against the coffee mug, the way you refused to look at the food in front of you. His jaw ticked.
Liv, still completely oblivious, groaned loudly, throwing up her hands. “Great. Awesome. Love this fucking family”.
Ben ignored her. Instead, he leaned forward slightly, resting his forearms on the table, his voice suddenly low. “Baby”.
You swallowed thickly, looking up at him, your stomach still turning. “What?”.
Ben’s eyes flickered toward the plate, then back to you. “You feel sick?”.
You hesitated. That alone was enough of an answer.
Ben exhaled slowly, rubbing a hand down his face, his lips pressing into a firm line. “Oh, fuck me”, he muttered.
Liv blinked. “What?”.
Ben didn’t answer.
Instead, he just looked at you, really looked at you, like everything was suddenly clicking into place.
You bit your lip, staring at Ben, your heart pounding. He already knew. It was written all over his face. The sharp calculation in his eyes was gone, replaced by something entirely different, a slow-spreading grin that took over his entire face, his green eyes gleaming with something wild, something excited. “When did you find out?”, he asked, already standing from his chair, already moving toward you. His voice was lower now, rougher, but it wasn’t sharp, wasn’t demanding, it was something else entirely. Something thrilled. Something almost soft.
You exhaled slowly, gripping the edge of the table as he loomed over you, towering, broad, his hand resting against the back of your chair, caging you in. “Two weeks ago”, you admitted quietly, your voice almost hesitant.
Ben let out a low chuckle, shaking his head, running a hand down his face like he couldn’t believe it. “Jesus”, he muttered. Then he looked back down at you, his grin widening. “You serious?”.
You nodded, still watching him carefully, waiting for the full impact of your words to hit.
Ben let out a short, breathless laugh, his eyes flickering down to your stomach, like he was already imagining what you would look like round with his kid again. His palm immediately smoothed over your belly, pressing just slightly, like he was trying to feel something that wasn’t there yet. It sent a shiver through you, his touch warm, possessive, grounding.
Ava and Liv just sat there, staring, completely fucking lost. “…What the fuck is going on?”, Liv finally blurted.
Ben ignored her, still grinning, still pressing his palm against your stomach like he was trying to make the reality sink in. His thumb traced slow circles over your stomach, his eyes still locked onto the spot like he was seeing something no one else could. “I knew I felt something this morning”, he muttered, more to himself than to you, his voice low, almost in awe. “My kid”.
Your breath hitched. The way he said it, like the idea of another child, of another part of him growing inside you, was the most incredible thing he had ever heard. It made something inside you melt, made your fingers reach up to brush over his jaw, your touch hesitant, grounding him just as much as he was grounding you. Ben sighed into it, turning his head slightly, pressing a slow, lingering kiss against your palm before leaning in closer, his forehead brushing against your stomach again.
Ava and Liv were still sitting there, staring. Still completely fucking lost. Liv’s brows furrowed, her eyes narrowing slightly as she processed the scene in front of her. “Wait”, She pointed between you and Ben. “Wait, wait, wait-”.
Ava’s face slowly shifted from confusion to something horrified. “Oh my god”, she muttered, eyes widening.
Liv stared at you like she had just been hit by a truck. Her mouth opened, closed, then opened again before she finally blurted out, “You’re pregnant?”. Her voice wasn’t teasing anymore. Wasn’t sharp or smug or filled with her usual attitude. She sounded… shocked. And then, almost immediately, something else flickered across her face, something you hadn’t seen in weeks, months. Guilt. Real, heavy, gut-punching guilt.
Ava had gone silent beside her, her lips pressing into a thin line, her expression unreadable, but Liv, Liv looked sick. Because now it was all clicking into place. Now she was realizing. You had been dealing with them, with their bullshit, with their screaming, with their destruction, while secretly carrying another life inside you. You had been breaking down, begging them to stop, and they had done nothing but push you further. And now? Now, Liv was realizing just how much worse she had made things.
Your lips parted, unsure of what to say, unsure of how to fix the emotions that were now flickering across her face. But before you could speak, she suddenly stood up. The chair scraped loudly against the floor as she backed away, her hands shaking. “I—”, she started, voice tight, barely above a whisper. She shook her head, her throat bobbing, her breath quickening. “I need a second”. And then she turned and walked out.
Ben sighed deeply, rubbing a hand down his face, clearly not in the mood to go running after her. “For fuck’s sake—”.
“I’ll go”, Ava muttered quickly, standing up, her tone surprisingly gentle for once. She followed after her sister, disappearing into the hallway, leaving you and Ben alone in the quiet kitchen.
You swallowed hard, your fingers gripping your coffee mug, your stomach still queasy. “…That could’ve gone worse”, you muttered.
Ben scoffed, pulling out a chair and dropping into it beside you. “Give her a minute. She’s just realizing she’s been a massive fucking asshole for the last few months”.
You let out a breathy chuckle, shaking your head. “They both have”.
Ben grunted, stealing another piece of bacon off Liv’s abandoned plate, biting into it with a smirk. “Good thing they take after you then”, he muttered. “Otherwise, I’d have killed them already”.
You laughed softly, exhaling slowly, some of the tension leaving your body.
Ben glanced at you, his green eyes softer now, more focused. His hand reached under the table, smoothing over your thigh, grounding you.
“You okay?”, he asked, voice quieter now.
You hesitated, then nodded. “Yeah”, you murmured. “I think so”.
Ben hummed, squeezing your thigh gently before leaning back in his chair, stretching his arms behind his head with a shit-eating smirk. “You know what this means, right?”.
You raised an eyebrow. “What?”
Ben’s smirk widened. “This kid’s gonna be your favorite”, he teased. “No way they’ll be as much of a pain in the ass as the first two”.
You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t help but smile. "Let me check on them", you whispered to Ben, barely glancing at him before making your way toward the stairs.
He didn’t argue. Didn’t tell you to let them stew in their guilt. Didn’t tell you they deserved to sit in their regret for a while. Because, deep down, Ben understood. So, without a word, he followed.
The walk to Liv’s room felt longer than it should have. Your stomach was still unsettled, your emotions still raw from everything that had unfolded in the past twenty-four hours. When you reached her door, you hesitated for only a second before pushing it open. Inside, Liv sat on the edge of her bed, her elbows resting on her knees, her hands clenched together tightly. Ava sat beside her, her posture slightly more relaxed, but still tense, like she wasn’t sure whether she was supposed to comfort Liv or just sit there in silence.
As soon as they noticed you standing in the doorway, both of their heads snapped up. Liv’s face was tight, her brows furrowed, like she was still processing everything.
Ben stepped in behind you, leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, his presence heavy but not threatening.
You took a slow breath before stepping further inside, lowering yourself to sit on the other side of Liv. For a long moment, no one spoke.
"How long have you known?", Liv finally asked, her voice quiet, almost small.
You sighed, resting your hands over your stomach, over your child. "Two weeks".
Liv inhaled sharply through her nose, nodding, her jaw clenched. She didn’t look at you, just stared down at her hands, fingers twisting together like she didn’t know what to do with them.
Ava exhaled, rubbing at her forehead before shaking her head. “Shit”, she muttered. “We were awful”.
You didn’t say anything. Didn’t have to. Because the silence was enough.
Liv let out a short, humorless laugh, shaking her head. “I was such an asshole”, she muttered, finally looking up at you. Her eyes were red-rimmed, guilt clouding every inch of her face. “To you”.
Your chest tightened. You swallowed, your hand reaching out, covering hers gently. “Yeah”, you murmured, your voice soft, honest. “You were”.
Liv’s breath hitched slightly. Ava sighed, shaking her head again, her voice quieter this time. “We didn’t know”.
“You should have”, Ben muttered from the doorway, his voice firm but not harsh.
Both girls looked at him.
His expression was unreadable, but his eyes were sharp. “You should have noticed”, he muttered. “You should have listened when she said she was tired. When she begged you two to stop fighting. When she tried to keep this family from falling apart”.
Liv swallowed hard, looking away. Ava just nodded, her throat bobbing as she sat a little straighter. "We're sorry", Liv muttered, her voice barely above a whisper. "For everything".
Your breath caught slightly, your fingers tightening around hers. It wasn’t everything. It wasn’t a magic fix. But it was something.
Ben let out a slow exhale, shaking his head before pushing off the doorframe and stepping forward. “Well”, he muttered, his voice lighter now, a teasing smirk curling at his lips. “You better be, ‘cause now you two little shits gotta help take care of a baby”.
Liv groaned immediately, Ava snorted, and just like that, the weight in the room started to lift.
“A baby”, Liv muttered, shaking her head like she was physically trying to process the reality of it. “Another sibling”. Ava just exhaled, leaning back on her palms, her lips twitching slightly. “Jesus. Mom, you’re insane”.
Ben grinned, clearly loving every second of their reactions. “You should’ve figured that out years ago”, he muttered, arms crossing over his chest. “She chose to have you two, didn’t she?”.
Liv shot him a glare. “Oh, shut up”.
Ben chuckled, shaking his head, but his sharp green eyes flickered toward you, watching you closely.
You could still see the concern there, the way he was carefully making sure you weren’t pushing yourself too hard, that you were okay with this, that you weren’t still drowning in the exhaustion and heartbreak that had nearly broken you yesterday. And… you weren’t. Not fully. But right now, sitting beside Liv, watching Ava roll her eyes at Ben’s teasing, seeing them actually acknowledge their actions, their mistakes, it was better.
You exhaled softly, rubbing your hand over your stomach absentmindedly. Ava noticed, her eyes flickering downward, something unreadable crossing her expression. “What’s it feel like?”, she asked, her voice quieter now.
You blinked, tilting your head slightly. “What?”.
Ava gestured vaguely toward your stomach. “Being pregnant. What’s it feel like?”. Liv scoffed beside her. “Yeah, do you just know there’s something in there? Or is it, like… weird?”.
Ben chuckled from behind you, shaking his head. “The fuck kinda question is that?”.
“I wanna know”, Liv shot back.
You smiled softly, running a hand over your stomach. “It’s… different every time”, you admitted, voice gentle. “At first, you don’t feel much. Just little things, like being extra tired, or certain smells making you sick”. You chuckled lightly, shaking your head. “And then, one day, you know. You feel something shift inside you, and it’s… surreal”.
Ava tilted her head, her brows furrowing slightly as she processed your words. Liv, however, just wrinkled her nose. “Gross”, she muttered, crossing her arms. “Glad I’ll never have to deal with that”.
Ben, who had been standing behind you, stiffened immediately. His entire body tensed, his sharp green eyes locking onto her with an intensity that made you straighten up. “The fuck you won’t”, he muttered, his voice low, dangerous, dead serious.
Liv blinked. “What?”.
Ben’s jaw clenched. “Yeah”, he muttered, running a hand through his hair, suddenly looking deeply troubled. “You got her DNA”. He gestured toward you, his voice gruff. “Which means you don’t just get my supe genes, you get hers too”.
Liv’s eyes widened. Ava’s lips parted. The realization hit both of them at the same time. “You’re saying—”, Ava started. "You’re telling me—”, Liv spoke over her, her voice getting louder.
“You two can get pregnant”, Ben muttered bluntly, his tone leaving no room for doubt.
Liv gasped dramatically, her face twisting in horror. “Oh my god”. Ava looked sick. “No, no, that’s— that can’t be right—”.
Ben tensed. His arms crossed tighter over his chest, his entire body going rigid, his green eyes narrowing with a mix of deep fatherly dread and paranoia. And then, he spoke, just a bit too high, just a bit too forced. “…So”, he muttered, shifting his weight slightly, rubbing the back of his neck. “Neither of you… uh…”. He cleared his throat. “You two aren’t, uh—”.
Liv’s expression immediately shifted into pure disgust. “Oh my god, no”, she groaned, throwing a pillow at him, which he easily caught, his face still deeply troubled. Ava made a face. “Dad, seriously?”.
Ben exhaled sharply, his jaw tight, clearly not convinced. “Just checking”, he muttered, rolling his shoulders. “You never fucking tell me shit, so how the hell am I supposed to know?”.
Liv scoffed, shaking her head aggressively. “Because I would rather die than talk about my sex life with you”.
Ben grunted, shifting uncomfortably, his fingers twitching like he wanted to punch something.
You, meanwhile, were desperately trying not to laugh at the absolute mess unfolding in front of you.
Liv still looked outraged. “Also, gross! Why are we even talking about this?”. Ava sighed, rubbing her temples. “Mom, please make him stop”.
You tried to suppress your amusement, shaking your head. “Ben…”.
He exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair before pointing a very serious finger at both of them. “Listen to me”, he said, his voice deadly serious. “If I ever hear about either of you doing anything—".
“Dad—”.
“Ever”, he emphasized, his voice slightly raising, ignoring their protests. “If some punk-ass supe—”.
Liv groaned, throwing herself back onto the bed. “I hate this conversation”.
Ben kept going, completely ignoring her dramatics. “—so much as looks at you funny—”.
Ava rolled her eyes. “Dad, please”.
Ben pointed at her next. “You too! No fucking exceptions!”.
Ava just laughed, shaking her head. “Oh my god, you’re so insane”.
Ben grumbled, rubbing his face aggressively, still looking deeply, deeply troubled. “I hate this”.
Liv, still lying on the bed, let out a long, exaggerated groan. “You should”, she muttered. “Because this is your fault”.
Ben blinked. “What the fuck do you mean my fault?”.
Liv sat up, pointing at him aggressively. “You knocked Mom up again, so now we have to think about this shit!”.
Ben’s expression immediately twisted into offense. “Oh, fuck off”, he muttered, rolling his eyes. “Like I did this alone”.
Ava burst into laughter. You covered your face, dying inside. Liv just shook her head, standing up dramatically, still pointing at him. “I blame you for everything”.
Ben just snorted, crossing his arms again, his smirk lazy. “That’s funny, because last night—”.
“DAD, NO—”. Ava let out a loud groan, standing up. “I refuse to be in this room anymore”. Liv gagged. “Oh my god”.
Ben just laughed, clearly pleased with himself, as both of his daughters practically ran out of the room.
You shook your head, barely suppressing your own exhausted amusement, before turning to him.
He just grinned at you. “See?”, he muttered, smug. “Told you I’d keep ‘em in line”. Ben held out his hand, his grip firm and steady as he helped you up from the bed. His touch lingered, his thumb brushing over the back of your hand before he gently cupped your face, his calloused palms warm against your skin.
His green eyes, sharp and filled with something unreadable, searched yours, his brows furrowing slightly. "How’s that even possible?", he murmured, his voice low, rough. His thumb traced along your cheekbone, his gaze flickering down to your stomach before meeting your eyes again. "We tried for years. And now? Boom. Pregnant again?".
You swallowed, resting your hands against his chest, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breath beneath your fingertips. “I don’t know”, you admitted, shaking your head. “I—I thought maybe it just wasn’t meant to happen. And then…”, Your hand instinctively drifted down to your stomach, resting over the barely-there swell of new life. “Then it did”.
Ben exhaled sharply, his lips pressing into a thin line, his jaw working like he was thinking, like he was trying to make sense of it. His fingers trailed down, pressing lightly against your lower abdomen again, like he needed to feel it, like he needed proof that this was real.
For years, you had tried. Years of disappointment. Years of heartbreak. Years of watching him pretend not to care whenever another negative test stared back at you, whenever another month passed with nothing.
And now, when you had both already given up, it happened.
Ben let out a short, breathless chuckle, shaking his head. “Jesus”, he muttered. “I still can’t fucking believe it”.
You smiled softly, your fingers brushing over his arm. “You’re happy, right?”.
His head snapped up instantly. “What?”, he scowled, looking genuinely offended by the question. “Are you—of course I’m fucking happy!”.
Your chest tightened, your breath catching slightly at the sheer certainty in his voice.
Ben scoffed, shaking his head before gripping your jaw, tilting your face up to meet his. “You’re having my kid… again”, he muttered, his voice dropping lower, rougher. “What do you think that means to me?”.
You swallowed hard, your heart pounding at the weight of his words. Before you could respond, before you could process the depth of it, he kissed you. Slow and deep, his hand tangling in your hair, the other still pressed against your stomach like he needed to feel both of you at the same time.
He pulled away just enough to rest his forehead against yours, his breath warm, his grip firm. “Just don’t expect me to stop after this one”, he muttered, smirking slightly. “You’re way too fucking good at makin’ my kids”.
You laughed, shaking your head. “Ben—”.
“I’m serious”, he teased, grinning. “We shoulda tried less years ago. Might’ve had a whole goddamn army by now”.
You rolled your eyes, smacking his arm lightly, but your heart was full. Because beneath all the teasing, all the cocky grins, all the Ben-ness of it all, he was happy. And that was all that mattered.
Ben meant it when he said he wasn’t leaving.
The second it sunk in that you were actually pregnant, he called up every contact he had, every mission he was scheduled for, and shut them all down. No more leaving for months at a time. No more coming home to a war zone. No more letting you deal with two super-powered teenage nightmares on your own. He was staying put.
And at first, it was good. Great, even.
He helped around the house more, not that he was any good at it. He hovered over you, making sure you weren’t lifting a single goddamn thing. He was there, present in a way he hadn’t been in years, and it was… nice.
Until you hit five months.
And suddenly, Ben remembered why he usually only stuck around in short intervals. Because Liv and Ava? Were driving him absolutely fucking insane.
It started with little things, eye rolls, snarky comments, muttering under their breath when he reminded them for the hundredth time to help their mother.
Then it escalated.
They bickered constantly, ignoring his demands to cut the shit, blasting music at full volume at all hours, testing every bit of patience he barely had left.
Until one evening, when you were trying to relax, sitting on the couch with a blanket draped over your ever-growing belly. Ben finally fucking snapped.
“That’s it!”, his voice boomed through the house, shaking the walls. Both girls froze mid-argument in the kitchen. Liv, who had just been flinging some dumb piece of furniture across the room in a fit of rage, immediately dropped it. Ava, who had been egging her on, swallowed hard.
You closed your eyes, inhaling deeply, already exhausted.
Ben stormed into the kitchen, his entire presence heavy, looming, furious. “You two little shits are the worst thing I have ever created”, he seethed, pacing in front of them like a fucking general preparing for war.
Liv scoffed, crossing her arms. “Oh my god, here we go—”.
Ben spun so fast she actually flinched. “No, no, no”, he growled, pointing a sharp finger at her. “You don’t get to act like I’m being fucking unreasonable! You two have been ABSOLUTE FUCKING MENACES since the second I got back!”.
Ava muttered something under her breath.
Ben turned immediately. “What the fuck was that?”, he barked.
Ava cleared her throat, suddenly silent. Liv huffed, rolling her eyes. “Dad, we’re just—”.
“No”, Ben cut her off, his voice dangerously low now. “You are testing every fucking ounce of patience I have left”.
Liv opened her mouth, but Ben wasn’t fucking done.
“No, no, no, shut the fuck up for once and listen to me”, he snapped, his voice rising again. “Your mother is growing a goddamn human being inside her, which, by the way, means I HAVE TO DO ALL YOUR SHIT FOR YOU BECAUSE YOU’RE TOO FUCKING USELESS TO HELP YOUR OWN MOTHER!”.
Ava winced. Liv gaped. “We help—”.
Ben laughed, actually laughed, sharp and humorless, running a rough hand down his face before shaking his head. “Oh, yeah”, he muttered, mocking, his hands waving dramatically. “So much help, Liv. SO MUCH FUCKING HELP”.
You sighed, rubbing your temples from the couch.
Liv looked furious. “We didn’t ask for another sibling, Dad”.
Ben went dead silent.
Ava inhaled sharply, her eyes widening. And Liv? Liv immediately regretted saying it.
Ben stepped closer, his entire body coiled tight, his jaw locked. “You better hope I don’t take that personally”, he muttered, his voice low, lethal.
Liv swallowed hard, shifting slightly on her feet, her bravado faltering just slightly. Ava, sensing that this was about to go too far, quickly interjected. “Okay, maybe we’ve been… a little difficult”, she admitted, voice cautious.
Ben’s sharp green eyes snapped to her.
Ava cleared her throat. “Uh—but—”, she held up her hands. “I mean… I guess we could do more”. Liv, seeing her only way out, immediately nodded. “Yeah. Sure”.
Ben narrowed his eyes. “Yeah?”, he muttered, still not convinced.
Liv nodded quickly. “Yeah. Totally. Love the baby. Excited to be big sisters. Gonna start folding laundry and doing dishes right now”. Ava nodded aggressively, backing toward the stairs. “Yep. We’ll, uh… we’ll get right on that”.
Ben let out a sharp exhale, rubbing a hand down his face as he turned away from his daughters, his patience fully fucking drained. His footsteps were heavy as he walked back to the living room, dropping down onto the couch beside you with a deep groan, throwing an arm around your shoulders.
You hummed softly, leaning into him as his fingers traced absentminded circles on your upper arm, his body still tense as hell. “Fucking shit", he muttered, head tipping back against the couch. “I cannot wait for school to start again”.
You chuckled softly, shaking your head. “You’re awful”.
“No, I’m smart”, he grumbled, closing his eyes. “’Cause the second those little shits are outta the house for eight goddamn hours, I’m sleeping like a baby”.
You smiled, resting a hand over your belly, feeling the small movements beneath your palm. “You survived today”.
Ben let out a dry laugh, shaking his head. “Barely”.
You sighed, tilting your head slightly to look up at him. “They’re teenagers, Ben”.
Ben scoffed. “Teenagers are assholes”.
You smirked. “You were a teenager once”.
Ben turned to you slowly, eyes dead serious. “Yeah, and I was a fucking asshole”.
You laughed, resting your head against his shoulder, feeling some of the tension in his body finally ease. For a moment, neither of you spoke. Just sat there, breathing, his arm secure around you, the weight of the day finally settling in.
Eventually, Ben exhaled deeply, his voice lower, quieter. “Where the fuck did I go wrong with them?”.
Your brows furrowed slightly, your fingers tightening around his wrist. “What?”.
Ben shook his head, staring at the ceiling like he was actually trying to figure it out. “I mean, fuck, they’re mine. But they act like they run this place”. His jaw clenched. “Like they own the goddamn world”.
Your throat tightened slightly. “Ben—”.
“I fucked up somewhere”, he muttered, rubbing a rough hand over his face. “Somewhere, I did something wrong, and now they’re just—”.
He stopped abruptly, inhaling sharply. Because just beyond the doorway, Ava and Liv stood there. And they had heard everything. Liv’s arms were stiff at her sides, her eyes dark, her jaw locked tight. Ava’s mouth was slightly open, her fingers curling around the railing, like she wasn’t sure if she was pissed or hurt or both.
And Ben? Ben froze.
You straightened up immediately, eyes flickering between all of them, the thick silence stretching over the room like a storm cloud.
“You think we’re a fucking mistake?”, Liv’s voice was sharp, filled with something dangerously close to betrayal.
Ben’s head snapped up. “What?”.
Ava’s lips pressed into a tight line, her shoulders tense. “That’s what you just said”.
Ben scowled, shaking his head. “No, it’s not—”.
“That you fucked up”, Liv spat, stepping forward, her anger cracking through her voice. “That we’re what you did wrong”.
Your chest tightened.
Ben’s expression hardened immediately. “I didn’t say that”.
Liv laughed bitterly, shaking her head. “Yeah? Sure as fuck sounded like it”.
Ben’s jaw locked, his frustration growing, his patience gone. “Oh, give me a fucking break”, he muttered, running a hand through his hair. “You do act like you run the fucking world, Liv”, He scoffed, shaking his head. “You and Ava. You don’t listen, you don’t respect—”.
“We didn’t ask to be like this, Dad!”, Liv snapped.
Ben’s mouth snapped shut. Your breath hitched.
Liv’s voice cracked slightly, but she didn’t back down. “You think we like being this way?”, she muttered, shaking her head. “You think we wanted to be half-supes? You think we don’t fucking hate it sometimes?”.
For the first time in months, you saw tears in Liv’s eyes.
She was angry, so angry, but beneath all that rage, beneath the fire and stubborn defiance, there was something else. Something raw. Something hurt. Ava looked exhausted too, but it was different. She always knew when to back down, when to let things go. But Liv?
Liv got so much more of Ben’s temper. So much of his fire, his stubbornness, his rage.
And right now, she looked like she was seconds away from shattering. Neither of them said anything else. They just turned on their heels, stomping up the stairs, disappearing into their rooms, doors slamming shut behind them. The house fell into a heavy silence.
Ben groaned, rubbing a hand down his face, dragging it over his jaw like he was physically trying to scrub away his frustration. “Oh, for fuck’s sake”, he grumbled.
You let out a slow breath, shaking your head, your fingers smoothing over your belly as you turned to him. “Ben…”.
He huffed, leaning back against the couch, his head tipping back, eyes shut. “What?”, he muttered.
“You hurt them”.
Ben’s jaw clenched. He didn’t respond right away, just sat there, processing, his fingers drumming against his knee.
Then, after a long pause— “They shouldn’t have heard it”, he muttered, voice rough.
You frowned, sitting up straighter. “That’s not the point”.
Ben let out a slow, sharp exhale, running both hands through his hair, gripping the back of his head. “I didn’t mean it like that”, he muttered, voice lower now, frustrated but not defensive.
“I know”, you said softly. “But they don’t”.
His jaw ticked. His fingers flexed against his scalp before dropping back into his lap. Another heavy silence settled over the room. “…You really think they hate being like this?”, he muttered.
You swallowed. “I think… they’re still figuring out what it means to be like this”.
Ben’s lips pressed into a thin line, his green eyes flickering toward the staircase, his thoughts clearly running in circles.
You sighed, reaching for his hand, wrapping your fingers around his palm, squeezing lightly. “They love you, Ben”, you murmured. “They just… don’t know how to be like you”.
Ben huffed out a short, humorless chuckle, shaking his head. “They shouldn’t be like me”.
You tilted your head slightly. “Why not?”.
His eyes darkened slightly, his expression tightening. “Because I was a piece of shit”, he muttered. “I had nothing but my fucking rage”.
You inhaled slowly. “…And Liv?”, you asked gently.
Ben sighed, rubbing his jaw. “She’s got too much of me in her”.
You squeezed his hand again. “Then maybe she needs you to show her how to handle it”.
Ben’s throat bobbed. He thought about that for a long moment, his eyes unfocused, his frustration starting to simmer down into something else. Something guiltier. Something regretful. He sighed again, shaking his head. “Fucking kids, man".
You laughed softly, nudging his shoulder. “You made them”.
Ben grinned, finally cracking just slightly. “Yeah, well, that was your fault”.
You rolled your eyes, leaning against him, his arm automatically sliding around your waist, his hand resting over your belly. After a moment, he exhaled deeply, staring at the ceiling. “…Guess I gotta go talk to her, huh?”.
You smirked. “Yep”.
Ben groaned, tipping his head back dramatically. “Fuck me”.
You just laughed, squeezing his thigh. “Go”.
Ben sighed, running a hand through his hair, giving you a long, exhausted look. And then, with another low grumble, he pushed off the couch and made his way up the stairs.
You stood up with a quiet sigh, making your way to the kitchen, letting Ben handle Liv. He was the only one who really could.
Even as a little kid, Liv had been the whole deal, tantrums, shattered glass, screaming until her throat was raw. She was fire, rage, and raw power wrapped up in a girl who had never quite known how to contain it.
Ben had trained them both for years, taught them how to fight, how to control themselves. But for the last three years, he had been gone more than he had been home, off on missions, leaving you alone with them, trying to manage their emotions, their abilities, their temper. But you weren’t a supe. You weren’t built for that. You were the part for cuddles, for singing them to sleep, for listening to them talk about school and rubbing their backs when they cried over a scraped knee. You weren’t the part for fighting. For keeping their powers and rage at bay. That was Ben’s part. And deep down, Liv knew that. So if anyone was going to get through to her, it was him.
As you moved around the kitchen, pulling out ingredients, prepping dinner, you let your mind wander, let the soft sounds of chopping vegetables and simmering oil drown out the quiet tension still lingering in the house.
But upstairs? Ben was walking straight to Liv’s room. His jaw was set, his expression unreadable as he reached her door. He didn’t knock. Didn’t ask to come in. He just pushed it open.
Liv sat on the edge of her bed, hunched over, her elbows resting on her knees, her fingers curled into fists against her thighs. She didn’t look at him. Didn’t acknowledge him. Didn’t move.
Ben exhaled through his nose, stepping inside, shutting the door behind him. For a long moment, he didn’t say anything.
“You think I regret having you?”.
Liv flinched. Her fingers curled tighter against her jeans, her throat bobbing slightly. Still, she didn’t look at him.
Ben sighed, running a hand through his hair before sitting down on the bed beside her. “You’re a pain in my ass”, he muttered.
Liv let out a short, breathy laugh, shaking her head. “Thanks, Dad”.
Ben smirked slightly, nudging her knee with his own. “Shut up, I’m talking”.
Liv sniffed, wiping her nose quickly with the back of her hand.
Ben exhaled again, rubbing a hand down his face before looking at her properly. “You scare the shit outta me sometimes”, he admitted.
Liv blinked, finally turning to look at him.
Ben’s gaze was sharp, but honest. “You’ve got my temper”, he muttered. “And my strength”. His jaw clenched. “And I know exactly where that can lead if you don’t know how to control it”.
Liv swallowed.
Ben shook his head. “That’s why I’m so fucking hard on you”, he said. “It’s not ‘cause I don’t love you, Liv. It’s ‘cause I do”.
Liv’s throat bobbed.
Ben exhaled sharply, shaking his head. “And yeah, I fucked up”, He shrugged, leaning back against the bedpost. “Left your mom to deal with all this alone when I should’ve been here. Should’ve been training you. Should’ve been the one making sure you weren’t losing your shit every five seconds”.
Liv bit her lip.
Ben smirked slightly, looking at her out of the corner of his eye. “I ain’t perfect, kid”.
Liv huffed, crossing her arms. “No shit”.
Ben chuckled, shaking his head. “See? That—that right there? That attitude? That’s all me”.
Liv laughed, sniffing slightly, rubbing at her nose again.
Ben’s smirk softened just slightly. “You’re a pain in my ass”, he muttered again, ruffling her hair roughly.
Liv groaned, swatting his hand away. “Dad—”.
“But you ain’t a mistake”, he muttered.
Ben’s supe hearing picked it up immediately, the softest shift of weight just outside the door, the slight hitch of breath, the hesitation. Ava.
He didn’t turn toward the door, didn’t call for her in a gentle, coaxing way like you might have. No, that wasn’t how he did things. Instead, he exhaled sharply, shaking his head as he ran a hand through his hair, before muttering- "You too, asshole. Get in here".
There was a beat of silence, before Ava grumbled something under her breath, but sure enough, the door cracked open, and she stepped inside. Her arms were crossed over her chest, her expression blank, but Ben knew her well enough to see through it. She was feeling something. Something she didn’t know how to deal with. And that was an even bigger problem than Liv’s fire.
Liv felt everything. She exploded when she got angry, she yelled, she threw things. She was the storm you could see coming from miles away. But Ava? Ava bottled it up. Ava let it simmer, let it fester, until one day it would fucking erupt.
And Ben had seen what happened to supes who let their emotions boil over. He was one of them.
So he didn’t let her stand there, pretending she wasn’t feeling something. He gestured toward the bed. "Sit down".
Ava hesitated.
Ben’s sharp green eyes narrowed. "I said sit".
Ava sighed dramatically, rolling her eyes, but she did it—plopping onto the bed next to Liv, their shoulders brushing slightly.
Ben leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees, his gaze flickering between them. "You two are fucking exhausting".
Ava scoffed. Liv snorted.
Ben shook his head. “No, I’m serious”, he muttered, rubbing a hand down his face. “You both make me wanna put my head through a fucking wall”.
Liv chuckled under her breath, shaking her head. “Yeah, well, you’re not exactly easy either”.
Ben shot her a look. “Oh, don’t start”.
Ava smirked slightly, but her expression sobered quickly, her fingers curling slightly against the bedsheets. Ben noticed. Didn’t comment on it. But he saw it. So he sighed, leaning back, running his tongue over his teeth. “Look”, he muttered. “I ain’t gonna sit here and give you some soft-ass, sappy speech about how much I love you”.
Liv rolled her eyes. “Yeah, ‘cause that would kill you”.
Ben smirked slightly. “Fuckin’ right, it would”.
Ava let out a small, breathy laugh, shaking her head.
“But you know I do”, he muttered, his voice dipping lower.
Both of them froze.
Ben tilted his head slightly, his gaze flickering between them.
“I love you two little shits”, he muttered, voice gruff. “I don’t say it, but I don’t have to”. His jaw clenched. “Everything I do, every time I ride your asses, every time I get in your fucking way, every time I yell at you, it’s ‘cause I give a shit".
Liv swallowed. Ava didn’t move.
Ben exhaled sharply. “And I know I wasn’t here the way I should’ve been”, he muttered. “I know I let your mom handle too much on her own”. His fingers curled into fists. “And if I could go back and fix that, I would”.
Silence.
Ava inhaled slowly. “Dad…”.
Ben shook his head. “Nah. Let me finish”.
Ava bit her lip, but nodded.
Ben ran a hand through his hair again before exhaling. “You two?”. He pointed between them. “You mean everything to your mother. And whether you fucking like it or not, that means you mean everything to me, too”.
Liv blinked rapidly, looking away, sniffing. Ava’s jaw tensed. And Ben? Ben just watched them, letting his words sink in.
Ava muttered under her breath.
Ben’s eyes snapped to her. "What was that?".
Ava groaned, running her hands down her face. “I said we know”.
Ben smirked slightly. “Yeah?”.
Liv rolled her eyes, elbowing Ava lightly. “Yeah. We know”.
Ben let out a short breath, nodding, running a hand over his jaw. “Good”. Then he grinned, ruffling both of their heads aggressively.
Liv yelped, shoving his hand away. “Dad!”. Ava groaned. “You ruined it!”.
Ben just laughed, standing up. “I ruin everything, kid. Get used to it”.
Liv shook her head, but there was a small smile at the corner of her lips. Ava sighed dramatically, but she didn’t look nearly as tense anymore.
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A/N: Please let me know what you think.🥰
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Part 3
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