When you walk into the apartment you share with your boyfriend Buck, your nostrils are immediately treated to the smell of cookies wafting through the air. The tiny pair of shoes by the front door and the throw pillows on the floor confirm your suspicions, before you hear giggling coming from behind the couch in the living room. 

“Do I hear a special princess?” You call out, earning more soft giggles. You creep up to the couch and when you’re close enough, Buck and Jee jump up with a “Raah!” You feign shock and Jee giggles even more, clearly happy with the way their plan to rattle you seemed to have worked. 

Buck comes around the couch and embraces you, planting a chaste kiss on your lips while Jee laughs and cries “ew!”. 

“Maddie and Chim needed someone to watch her and you know I can never say no to that little face. I’m sorry, babe, I know you had a long day, but I can just watch her while you do your own thing,” He explains. 

You shake your head, “Hey, I love having Jee over. She’s my favourite of the Buckley clan by a mile,” You tease and he rolls his eyes, softly punching your shoulder. 

The three of you eat the dinner that Buck prepared before you got home, sitting at the dining table you rarely ever actually use, having grown accustomed to eating meals on the couch. You finish the meal with a chocolate chip cookie that Jee helped Buck bake — one of her favourite activities to do with her uncle Buck. After dinner,  the two of you get Jee ready for bed. She brushes her tiny little teeth with her purple toothbrush and strawberry-flavoured toothpaste while standing on a step stool so she could see her reflection in the bathroom mirror, while you and Buck brush your teeth behind her, as she insisted that the three of you do it at the same time. Then, you settle her into the guest bedroom, making sure she has her blanket and her favourite stuffed animal, as well as her moon-shaped nightlight. 

You and Buck sit on the edge of the bed while Jee grips her stuffed animal tightly, listening to the two of you read her the bedtime story she had picked. You take turns, making silly voices for each character in the story, and acting it out as dramatically as possible. After some more giggling at her uncle’s antics, Jee was fast asleep, all tuckered out from the high-energy evening she had spent with Buck. You tuck her in, then quietly leave the room, shutting the door behind you as silently as you possibly could. 

Although it was past the child’s bedtime, it was still early for the two of you to sleep just yet, so you decided to clean up instead, doing the dishes and clearing up the mess Buck and Jee made earlier in the living room. Eventually, you end up on the couch, watching some sitcom reruns on low volume. You rest your head on Buck’s muscular shoulder, enjoying the way his skin smelled like his sweat mixed with his laundry detergent and cookie dough. You were exhausted from work but still content. Weirdly enough, the slow evening and bedtime routine with Buck and Jee was relaxing after the gruelling day you had. After a while and both of you snoozing a little, you decide to get into bed. 

When you enter the bedroom, it’s like something shifts and Buck is no longer sleepy. He walked in behind you and immediately, his hands are all over you, with his arms wrapped around your waist pulling you to him. He buries his face in your neck, smelling the sweet scent of your hair and leaving light kisses in the crook of your neck. You smile at the touch, enjoying the familiarity and how he always manages to make you feel so loved, even when you also feel his desire for you. His hands move down from your waist to your hips as he gently pulls you as close to him as you can be, and you can feel something under his pants, but he doesn’t push for anything else, seemingly content just having you this close, even if there are several layers of clothing separating you two. 

His fingers grab the hem of your shirt, pulling it off you before tossing it in the laundry basket. “Buck…we can’t do this. I don’t want to emotionally scar your niece.” 

“Do what? I’m simply helping you get ready for bed. You have to take these off to put your pjs on, you know,” He whispers teasingly in your ear. 

He does indeed help you put your pyjama pants and sleep shirt on, but not before stripping you down sensually and feeling you up a little. You don’t mind the attention one bit, relishing in the feeling of having his strong arms claim you as his. You always enjoy his touch, even if it doesn’t necessarily lead to anything further. Almost more so then. 

When both of you are in your pyjamas, he turns you to face him, and gently caresses your cheeks, kissing you in a slightly less gentle manner. The kiss heats up as the two of you get lost in it, and you find yourself pushing him up against the wall with a very soft thud, but a second later you hear another sound. A feint knock on the bedroom door. You pull away from each other instantly, flattening your hair and wiping your mouths with the backs of your hands before opening the door. 

Behind the door stood Jee, tiny as ever, looking up at you with sad eyes that broke both of your hearts, you could almost hear the sound of them shattering. 

“What’s wrong, honey?” You ask concerned, crouching down to her level, hoping you didn’t wake her or upset her with any noise. 

“I had…I had a bad dream. There were monsters,” she explained in her little voice, her hands still clasping the stuffed animal. 

“Oh no, that’s awful,” you say, pulling her tightly and rubbing her back softly to soothe her, “but it wasn’t real, okay? You are perfectly safe and okay.” 

She nodded softly but her bottom lip still trembled. “Sweetie, your uncle Buck and I would never let anything happen to you. No monster would dare come here. They would take one look at uncle Buck’s strong arms and run away screaming.” She looks up at Buck and grins a little at that, seemingly more calm now. 

Buck crouches down beside you. “Okay, open your hand, Jee. Now, what do you want to dream about?” 

“Hmm…princesses, … and chocolate chip cookies,” she answers with her hand held up.

“Oooh, princesses and cookies? Perfect. Now, let’s lock it in,” he says, and she makes a fist, now back to her smiling self. 

“What was that?” You ask with a raised eyebrow. 

“Oh, Maddie used to do that to me whenever I had a nightmare as a kid. It worked. I bet she does it with Jee, too,” He said. It warmed your heart a little, the fact that, in some ways, Buck was almost like Maddie’s baby too, the same way Jee was. You felt a warmth in your chest knowing that he always had someone who loved him and looked out for him, despite the way his parents were with him. You were overcome with the urge to hug Maddie, and you made a mental note to do so the next time you saw her. 

Jee was okay now, but still stayed in the doorway, looking up at the two of you expectantly. 

“Do you want to sleep in our bed, Jee?” You ask, already knowing the answer. She nods fervently, running over to the bed and jumping up, snuggling right in the middle with her stuffed animal still in hand. You and Buck look at each other and smile at the cuteness of the moment, before getting in at either side of her. The three of you (and the stuffed animal) sleep peacefully all night, and there are no more bad dreams for any of you. 

When you open your eyes the next morning you are confused to find yourself alone in the bed. You make your way to the kitchen where you see an adorable sight: Jee on the kitchen island and Buck standing before the stove, both lightly dusted with what seemed like flour or powdered sugar. You watch the way he looked at her. The way he speaks to her. The way she looks at him with adoring eyes. How his arm is always instinctively stretched out behind her, ready to catch her just-in-case.  How he constantly makes sure that no part of her body is ever too close to anything hot or sharp.

You finally get closer and they both turn to look at you with matching beaming smiles, and say “good morning!”, to you in unison. You get the toppings and the plates and prepare everything while buck cooks and flips the pancakes. Jee chews on a strawberry, happily tapping her feet. She tells you all about her dream, about how she did dream of chocolate chip cookies and the princess in her dream ended up being you. 

Halfway through breakfast, the doorbell rings and Maddie and Chim are there to pick Jee up. She runs up to them and hugs them when she sees them and you can’t help but feel a pang of disappointment at the fact that playtime is over. Chim picks up Jee and holds her close while Buck goes and gathers all of Jee’s things into her overnight bag. You take the opportunity to hug Maddie. It’s not like the two of you had never hugged before, since both of you enjoyed physical and emotional closeness with the important people in your lives, but this hug seemed truly meaningful. She looks at you like she didn’t completely understand why you hugged her so tightly. 

“I just wanted to thank you…for being there for him. I know it sounds weird but I just feel like knowing he had someone who loved and took care of him makes my heart happy,” you explain, your voice wavering due to the earnestness of what you were saying. 

You see Maddie’s eyes well up, and she reiterates your sentiment, expressing that knowing he has someone who loves and takes care of him now makes her happy, too. When Buck returns with the pink overnight bag over his shoulder he raises an eyebrow, realising he walked into an emotionally-charged moment. He wasn’t sure why both your eyes and his sister’s were shiny, but he decided not to press it. 

When Maddie and Chim leave, taking Jee-Yun with them, you and Buck are left in your shared apartment, which now feels empty and eerily quiet. You do the dishes together, the air thick with silence. You finish washing the last dish and drain the sink, turning to look at Buck who is still drying off the dishes and putting them away. He catches you staring and smiles, “What?” 

“Nothing, I’m just thinking,” you retort. 

“About?” 

“About how quiet this apartment is. I only notice after Jee leaves.” 

He smiles, “Yeah, it’s nice having some noise sometimes, isn’t it. Especially noise that cute. She takes after her uncle Buck, you know?” 

You roll your eyes, playfully swatting him with a tea towel. “You’re so good with her, it’s honestly kinda sexy.” 

His eyebrows shoot up at that and a coy grin finds itself on his face, “Is it, now?” He takes a step towards you and you nod. 

“How sexy are we talking?” He teases. 

“Sexy like maybe I’m thinking about skipping my birth control today,” you smirk. His grin falls, leaving his lips slightly parted. His eyes are a shade darker than they were a minute ago and his hand reaches out to rest on your hip. 

“You want me to put a baby in you, sweetheart?” 

You giggle, caught off guard by the instant shift in him, but your cheeks get hot and every part of your soul is screaming “yes”.

“Don’t get shy on me now,” He says, raising his hand to touch your cheek. 

“We could maybe start thinking about having kids…maybe start trying for a baby,” You gulp. 

He doesn’t say anything. Instead, his lips capture yours in a delicate attack, kissing you deeply. Your fingers tangle in his messy curls and he effortlessly picks you up and pushes you up against the wall, holding your hips between his own and the wall. His eyes rake over your body and his brow is furrowed like just looking at you makes his brain short-circuit. One of his arms is wrapped around your waist, holding you up securely, while his free hand grips your upper thigh like its afraid to let go. He pushes his hips forward slightly, sending a jolt of pleasure through you when you feel how hard he is growing through the clothing he is wearing. 

He looks about ready to devour you but both of you are still fully clothed, so he reluctantly sets you back down on solid ground. He is quick to turn you around, lifting your shirt above your head swiftly, then grabbing your arms and positioning you to hold them out, resting the palms of your hands on the wall in front of you, while his feet push your own feet apart. His fingers hook under the waistband of your pyjamas, pulling them down your legs painfully slowly. You feel his hot breath down your spine as he does it, and he plants a kiss on your lower back when the clothes hit the ground. You step out of them, and now you’re completely naked in the kitchen, while your boyfriend remains fully dressed, eyeing you like he’s deciding how he should take you apart. You shudder, slightly shy at how exposed you are. It’s not enough to cause you to cover up but enough to make your nipples perk up and your chest flush. His head comes down to rest on your shoulder, lightly kissing and biting the crook of your neck. 

“You’re so perfect…so, so perfect”, he says, spacing out the words between kisses. You shudder under his light touch. “I’m gonna get you pregnant. Is that okay with you, beautiful?” He asks so matter-of-factly it almost makes you laugh, but you know that he would probably not appreciate being laughed at right now, so you just nod instead. 

He grabs your hips and roughly pulls you back to him further from the wall, then lightly pushes you down from your shoulder blades, effectively bending you over, with your hands still on the wall in front of you. You wait for him to touch you but he doesn’t. Instead, he kneels down behind you, between your spread legs. You gasp when you feel his mouth on you, licking your folds while his fingers dig into the doughy skin of your upper thighs. He loves how you shudder and the way your legs go weak when he runs his tongue over your sensitive spot, and he loves how obedient you’re being, staying in the position he put you in like his doll. He’d never known you to take orders, but in that moment, you were enjoying whatever he was doing too much to question him. 

He finally stands up again and places his hands on your shoulders, massaging you gently. His hips press against your heat which was now exposed completely to him thanks to the way your back is arched in this position. It turns you on to feel that he’s still clothed while you’re already dripping and whimpering. 

Seconds later, it seems as though even he’s had enough of teasing you, desperate to have you, the way he’s had you so many times before but this time with a renewed sense of purpose. He tugs his trousers down just enough to free himself, then grabs his cock and strokes it a few times with one hand, while the other hand still holds on to your shoulder. He rubs the head over your slick folds, spreading your wetness around on both you and himself. With one gentle push, he plunges himself fully inside you, earning a high-pitched moan which he relished. He smiled to himself at the way your body reacted to him. He loved the way every time he entered you, you would react like the very first time, clenching around him, tensing your muscles, and moaning until your body got used to the size of him.

He especially loved the way it felt being inside of you. He already knew you were perfect for him, but every time he fucked you, it seemed to confirm his thoughts. There was no other logical explanation as to how the two of you fit together so perfectly. His hands moved to grab your hips, his thumbs rubbing soothing circles into your lower back, right over your dimples. The motion served to relax you, and he could feel you loosen up slightly, taking it as a sign to begin thrusting himself in and out of you. 

He fucks into you, slowly at first, gradually picking up the pace. The noises are obscene. From the wet sloshes to the way his hips slap against your ass, each thrust creates music to his ears. His hands are still so gentle, massaging circles into your soft skin, but his thrusts are relentless and never falter for a moment. He is a man on a mission and he will not let up until he successfully completes his assignment. The thought of getting you pregnant, of having a family with you, turned him on more than anything else he had ever experienced. Realistically, he knew you probably would have to talk this through more thoroughly, and that it probably would take more than one day to successfully conceive — hell, he wasn’t even sure if you were serious about getting off birth control, or how long you’d have to be off it before the chances of you getting pregnant were actually significant. But the thought of it alone was enough. 

He wanted so badly to have this. To have this with you. His whole life, he had fantasised about what it would be like to have a real family. A fantasy which had been partially fulfilled in his time at the 118. However, the idea of being a dad, a loving dad who never ignored his child or neglected their feelings, was something Buck had been secretly dreaming of since he was still Evan. He had never been ready before, but he was now. Now, he had you. The perfect girl with whom he could have the perfect family. He figured, with the love you two had for each other, it guaranteed you’d always have a happy home. 

The thought is anything but fleeting but it does not distract Buck from the task at hand. He snakes one arm around your hip, reaching down your stomach until his fingers find your clit. He rubs circles lazily into your skin, which, combined with the way he is moving inside you, makes your legs all but give out under you. You are grateful for the fact that you’re holding onto the wall, pushing against it to keep yourself steady. It doesn’t take long after that for your orgasm to shoot through you, and you clench down on him while the waves of pleasure crash over you. Seeing you come undone, Buck lets go right after you do, spilling his seed deep inside you, his hips glued tightly against yours. You feel how his cum coats you from the inside, and your legs don’t cease the shaking. 

You slowly slide down to your knees, collapsing on the floor while catching your breath, and really just trying to get your head on straight. How did you go from one comment about birth control to crouching on the kitchen floor with cum dripping down your leg? You weren’t too sure but you weren’t exactly complaining either. Buck crouches down behind you, rubbing your back and making sure you’re okay — you are. Your eyes are closed but you feel his hands cup your pussy, then his fingers, two of them, pushing the dripping cum back into your cunt. You whimper softly as his fingers enter you, now sensitive and sore. 

“Such a good girl for me,” He whispers. He picks you up off the floor and carries you princess-style down the hall. You open your eyes and look at him a little confused. He just flashes a smile at you, his cute dimple making an appearance, “You didn’t think I was just gonna try once, right?” 

You close your eyes again, throwing your head back while he carries you into the bedroom, but you’re perfectly content with him having you over and over again. You smile into his chest lazily. You really can’t wait to have kids with this man, but part of you also hopes it takes at least a few more tries, having enjoyed how eager he was to fill you up now that he was trying to get you pregnant. 

He lays you down on the bed as gentle as ever, placing a pillow under your head. He caresses your face and leaves little kisses all over your face. His lips keep repeating the same mantra, telling you how much he loves you, like he’s praying to a deity. 

When he slides himself back inside you, he’s slower this time. Gentler. He lets you set the pace, careful not to make you feel uncomfortable in any way. His eyes remain focused on your face and you fight to keep your eyes open, wanting to drown in the pool of sparkling blue despite the urge to let your eyelids close and just enjoy the sensations. His soft curls stick to his face and bounce with each movement, while he chews on his bottom lip like he’s focused on some taxing task. You wrap your arms around the back of his neck and pull him down to kiss his pink lips. All he can think about is how he wants your lips on his for the rest of his life.