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You’d been out with your friends for a girls night when he caught your eye. He was a large man, broad shouldered and chested, with dark hair and piercing eyes. His arms looked like they could crush you and you found yourself wondering how nice it would be to have those arms around you. You kept sneaking glances at him, laughing with his own friends, not knowing that he was doing the same. He approached and asked if you’d like to dance, and suddenly, girls night shifted into you having the time of your life with the handsome stranger. When he asked if you’d like to come back to his place for a cup of coffee to end the evening, you certainly didn’t say no, abandoning your friends as they hollered in excitement (embarrassing you only slightly). Though you ended up at your place instead, it was closer. No coffee was involved in this trip back to his place. Instead, you spent the night having the best sex you’ve ever had. 

He was thick in more ways than one--his chest broad with little black curls, his arms as thick and massive as you had thought, thighs that could crush you and fuck, you wanted them to. The most perfect cock you’d ever seen, long and thick with a prominent vein and a curve to it that you knew would hit all the right places. Fuck, it did too. You spent the night wondering how this man with the body and stamina of a God existed and how you got so lucky as he made you come undone around his cock for the sixth time (not to mention the 3 times he already made you cum as you rode his thigh, fingers, and tongue). He had to leave early in the morning for work, but he left you with a bottle of Gatorade, a protein bar from your kitchen, and some tylenol on your nightstand. Before he left, he smiled down at you, pushed the hair from your eyes, and pressed a sweet kiss to your forehead. 

The next morning, as you walked to your kitchen with a limp, every muscles in your body aching, you wondered if this could become a more regular thing. On your fridge, he’d put a note under a magnet, “I had a great time last night baby girl. Call me soon. I’ll be waiting. xoxo, Daichi Sawamura”. His number accompanied the note and you smiled brightly thinking about him. You called him the next night and despite both of you very much wanting to go on a date, neither of your schedules allowed it. His shifts on the police force were erratic and you were busy with school and studying and it was proving difficult to find time for a date. In the meantime, you talked every day on the phone or in text, and there were even a few hot instances of phone sex (one where he was stroking himself to your voice and guidance while sitting on the side of the road in his police cruiser). 

After about 3 weeks, you realized you had missed your period and the panic set in as you made your best friend run to the store and buy five pregnancy tests. The panic set in deeper when all five showed that you were indeed pregnant. You’d never even been on a date, but here you were, knocked up with the sexy officers baby. You called him that night, holding your best friends hand, and asked him if he could come over that night, no matter how late it was when he got off. He showed up, still in his uniform at 2am, flowers in hand, looking exhausted, but with the biggest smile on his face. That dropped as he saw your tears and you collapsed against his chest crying. He picked you up in his strong arms, carrying you to the couch and allowing you to curl up in his lap. After you stop crying, you’re able to look up into his eyes and tell him that you’re pregnant, he’s the father and there’s no doubt because you haven’t been with anyone else in months. You sob into his chest and miss the way he smiles down at you. He was going to be a dad. Ideal or not, he had always wanted a family and he had very much liked you, maybe even was falling in love, over the last few weeks. He soothed you until you quit crying and then cupped your face in his hands and pressed a gentle kiss to your lips. He promised he’d be there for you and this child, if you chose to keep it. He kissed away your tears as he promised that he would be at every appointment, that he would support you both, that he would be a good father and co-parent. He was true to every promise. 

It wasn’t conventional, and you never really dated, but after that, you were together a lot more. He spent a lot of nights at your apartment, coming over late after work where you’d spend time talking, cuddling, kissing, and sometimes more. After all, you couldn’t get more pregnant. He would bring you food on his breaks, check in throughout the day, and was there for you completely. He never missed a doctors appointment either. Sometime about 3 months into the pregnancy, he asked you to be his girlfriend. Gave you a necklace with a ‘D’ on it and told you that while it was a little backwards, he wanted to be able to call you his girlfriend. He also told you that he was falling in love with you that night. 6 months into the pregnancy, he moved in with you. Your apartment was bigger, his lease was up, he wanted to be there for you as your mobility decreased and quite honestly, he just never wanted to be away from you anyway. He’d never felt like this but he was head over heels. As an officer, he was used to putting himself in danger and would jump in front of a bullet to protect anyone. But for you, fuck, he’d burn down the world if anyone hurt you. He bought the ring around the time he moved in but he waited. He never wanted you to think that he wanted to marry you just because you were having his child, giving him the family he had always wanted. He wanted you to know that he wanted to marry you because he was so fucking in love with you. 

When your daughter was born, he discovered a new kind of love--the love a father has for his child. He held your tiny daughter in his large arms, sitting next to you and whispering praises of how amazing you were, how this was all you, that you made this tiny human and how proud he was of you. How much he loved you. Going home two days later, with you and your daughter, he didn’t think he could ever be happier. He proposed two months later. He had taken your daughter to his mother’s and planned a whole day to spend with you. It was special because despite having been together nearly a year now, this was your first ever date. You cried when he proposed and toppled him over as you screamed yes. He couldn’t have been more happy. He had you, your daughter, and while the three of you were already a family, he was so excited to make you his wife and make it a little more official. He was also excited to maybe put another baby into you 😉