Heaven isn´t quite what it seems

Pairing: dad! Noah Sebastian x reader

author's note: Once again, I'm so thankful for all the support EON part 1 received, thank you so much for all the love!!

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The late afternoon sun filtered through the tall windows of their Los Angeles home, casting long golden beams across the hardwood floors. Dust motes danced lazily in the light, undisturbed by the quiet rhythm of a family finally settled after months on the road. Bad Omens had wrapped their latest tour two weeks ago, and for the first time in what felt like forever, the house breathed with them; no suitcases stacked by the door, no frantic last-minute packing, no tearful airport goodbyes. Just home.

Noah stood barefoot in the kitchen, sleeves of his faded black hoodie pushed up to his elbows, stirring a pot of spaghetti sauce with the same focused intensity he once reserved for late-night studio sessions. The scent of garlic, basil, and simmering tomatoes filled the air, mingling with the faint sweetness of the chocolate chip cookies baking in the oven; Kara’s request after she’d declared tour bus food “not real food, Daddy.”

Two years.

It still hit him sometimes, like a quiet wave rolling in during the still moments. Two years since that chaotic grocery store aisle had upended his entire world. Two years since he’d crouched down to a three-year-old girl with his eyes and his nose and felt his heart crack open in the best possible way. Two years of learning how to be a father, a partner, a man who chose his family over everything else.

Kara Y/L/N Davis was six now, almost seven, as she loved to remind anyone who would listen, even though she just turned six. She was a whirlwind of sparkles, questions, and boundless energy, with curls that refused to be tamed and a smile that could light up an entire arena. In the two years since they’d made it official, she had grown into a little girl who collected rocks “because they have secrets,” who demanded bedtime stories with “real dragons, not the boring ones,” and who had somehow charmed the entire Bad Omens crew into being her personal army of uncles.

The transition hadn’t been seamless, but it had been theirs.

The first year had been a beautiful kind of chaos. Moving from Oregon to LA had meant packing up the small apartment Y/N had built her life in, saying goodbye to familiar daycare routines, and stepping into a world where Noah’s fame sometimes cast long shadows. But they’d faced it together. Y/N had become the band’s official merch coordinator, handling designs, online shops, and tour logistics with a quiet efficiency that left the guys in awe. It meant she and Kara traveled with them, turning tour buses into rolling homes filled with crayons, sticker charts, and late-night FaceTime calls to grandparents when the time zones got tricky.

Kara’s adventures during those two years were the kind of stories Noah would tell for the rest of his life.

There was the time in Europe when she’d snuck backstage during soundcheck, climbed onto Folio’s drum kit, and declared herself “the loudest princess in the whole band.” The crew had cheered so loudly the venue security had come running. Or the night in New York when she’d lost her first tooth right before a show and insisted on showing it to the entire audience from the side of the stage, holding it up like a trophy while Noah beamed with pride from the mic; even though the fans weren’t able to see from the pit. She’d started calling the band “my uncles” with such authority that even the most hardened roadies melted when she demanded group hugs after shows.

There were quieter milestones too. The first time she’d read an entire book by herself, The Very Hungry Caterpillar, and insisted on reading it to Noah before bed, her little finger tracing each word with fierce concentration. The way she’d comforted Y/N during a particularly rough bout of tour exhaustion by making her a “get better card” covered in glitter and bee stickers. The endless questions about the world: Why is the sky blue? Why do bees dance? Why can’t Daddy stay home forever?

They had grown together, the three of them, in ways Noah still marveled at.

Y/N had blossomed in the role of partner and mother on the road. She balanced tour life with a grace that left him in awe; mediating toddler meltdowns in green rooms, designing merch with Davis that fans went crazy for, and somehow still finding time to steal quiet moments with him in hotel rooms after shows. Their relationship had deepened into something steady and profound. Late-night talks about the future, lazy mornings tangled in sheets when Kara slept in, the way she looked at him like he was her safe place after years of carrying everything alone. They fought sometimes: about tour schedules, about how much to shield Kara from the public eye, but they always came back to each other, stronger.

Kara had grown from the tiny chaos goblin who’d once poked his tattoos in a grocery store into a confident, empathetic little girl who protected her stuffed animals with the same ferocity she showed when defending her “uncles” from imaginary monsters. She’d started kindergarten last fall, coming home with drawings of their family that always included a tall figure with neck tattoos and a smile. She’d learned to swim in their backyard pool, mastered riding a bike with training wheels, and developed an encyclopedic knowledge of every Bad Omens song lyric (much to the band’s amusement when she’d belt them out during rehearsals).

Noah had changed too. The man who once poured everything into music and late nights now prioritized school drop-offs when they were home, bedtime routines, and quiet family dinners. He still wrote and performed with a passion that hadn’t dimmed, but it was different now; every song carried a piece of them. The ache of the missed years had never fully left him, but it had softened into something he could carry without it breaking him.

Until moments like this.

He watched Kara through the glass doors, crouched in the grass with her toys, her laughter carrying on the breeze. She was narrating an epic battle, Bee leading the charge against Sir Stomp, the dinosaur. Her curls bounced with every dramatic gesture, and that familiar pull tugged at his chest: the quiet grief for all the moments he’d never get back.

Y/N’s arms slid around his waist from behind, her chin resting on his shoulder. She’d always known when he drifted into those thoughts.

“You’re doing that thing again,” she murmured, pressing a soft kiss to the side of his neck.

“What thing?”

“Staring at her like she’s going to disappear if you blink.”

Noah let out a breathy chuckle, but it didn’t quite hide the weight behind it. He turned in her arms, hands settling on her hips as he pulled her closer. “I can’t help it. She’s… God, she’s so big now. Talking in full sentences, making up stories, asking questions that make me realize how much I still don’t know. Two years, and it still feels like I blinked and she went from three to six.”

Y/N searched his face, her expression soft with understanding. “Tell me.”

He glanced back at Kara for a moment before meeting her eyes again. “I keep thinking about the beginning. The parts I missed. Rubbing your back when the nausea hit. Watching your belly grow. That first ultrasound. Hearing her heartbeat for the first time. I wasn’t there for any of it. I wasn’t the one holding your hand in the delivery room, or changing her first diaper, or rocking her at 3 a.m. when nothing else worked. I see the videos and photos, and I’m grateful for them, but… it’s not the same. I missed her first smile. Her first word. Those wobbly first steps across the living room. I missed being scared with you when she got her first fever, or celebrating when she finally slept through the night.”

His voice cracked slightly, and he swallowed hard. Y/N’s hand came up to cup his cheek, thumb brushing gently over his skin.

“I know I can’t change that,” he continued, voice quieter now. “And I’m so fucking thankful for what we have. You gave her the best start. You were everything she needed when I couldn’t be. But there’s this ache, Y/N. This space where I wish I could go back and do it all with you. Experience every little thing. Not just hear about it later.”

He paused, searching her eyes. The kitchen smelled like dinner and cookies, the house filled with the kind of peace he’d fought hard for. Kara’s laughter drifted in again, bright and alive.

“I want it again,” Noah whispered, the words finally spilling out after months of turning them over in his mind. “Another baby. Not because Kara isn’t enough… She’s my whole world, the greatest gift I never knew I needed. But I want the chance to be there from the start this time. To feel every kick. To watch you glow through the pregnancy. To hold our child the second they’re born. To see Kara as a big sister, the world’s sweetest, most dramatic big sister. I want to build more memories with you. All of them.”

Y/N’s breath caught, her eyes shimmering with emotion. She didn’t pull away. Instead, she leaned in, forehead resting against his.

“Another baby,” she repeated softly, like she was tasting the possibility.

Noah nodded, vulnerable in a way only she ever saw. “I know it’s a lot. Touring, life, everything we’ve built. But I can’t stop thinking about it. About us growing this family together. About giving Kara someone to boss around and protect. About doing it right this time. From the very first heartbeat.”

Outside, Kara let out another triumphant laugh as Sir Stomp claimed victory. Inside, Noah held Y/N close, heart laid bare, waiting for her answer in the quiet space between them.

The life they’d built these past two years had been everything and more. But in that golden afternoon light, with their daughter’s joy filling the house and the future stretching wide open before them, Noah dared to hope for one more chapter; one they could write together, from the very beginning.

Personally I’d like to see Noah in a maid outfit… for scientific purposes

Ask and ye shall receive. You even get a bonus Nicholas. 😂

„so…are they lovers?“