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The front door clicked softly behind him, and Rio exhaled. It was that long, heavy kind of sigh that came from a day full of nonsense. Beth and her crew had tried his patience, and though he’d handled it, all he could think about was coming home.

The sound of tiny feet pattering across the hardwood greeted him first, followed by your tired voice trying — and failing — to redirect your daughter’s endless energy. He rounded the corner and saw you there: hair a little messy, shoulders tense, eyes full of exhaustion and love. Your baby girl, Marianna, giggled, darting past you in her footy pajamas like she owned the place.

Rio couldn’t help but grin. “Hey, mama,” he rasped, shrugging off his coat.

You barely glanced up, frazzled. “Hey… sorry, she’s been on one tonight.”

He chuckled, crouching to scoop up a few stray toys. “Yeah? Let me see what I can do about that.”

With just a few minutes, he had Ms. Rachel playing softly on the TV and the toddler settled on the floor, mesmerized by colors and songs. Then his attention shifted to you — the woman holding this home together while he’d been out running the world.

He walked over, palms warm and steady as they slid around your waist. “Long day, mama?” he murmured against your temple.

You nodded, your breath catching a little when his lips brushed your forehead.

“It’s okay,” he whispered. “I’m here now. I got you.”

You sank back into him, the scent of him grounding you. The tension in your shoulders eased as he guided you toward the sofa. His phones sat face down on the side table, already on DND. Tonight, it was just you two and your little whirlwind of a daughter.

Rio pulled you into his lap, wrapping you up like something precious. He kissed your cheeks, your nose, your jaw — soft, patient reminders that you were doing your best.

“You’re doin’ a great job, mama,” he whispered between kisses. “Don’t beat yourself up. Look at her. She’s happy, she’s healthy. Our mischievous princess just knows how to run circles around you, that’s all.”

You hum, the sound trailing off as your lashes fluttered. Before long, your breathing evened out. He glanced down, realizing you’d fallen asleep against him, lips parted slightly.

Your toddler turned from the TV, noticing the quiet. Her eyes met his, and she flashed that mischievous grin. Rio chuckled low. “Yeah, baby girl, mommy’s out cold. You wore her out.”

She giggled, toddling over, and with his help, climbed onto the couch beside you. Rio tucked her under his arm, her pacifier already in place. Within minutes, she was asleep too. His two favorite girls bundled close, and the house still.

He pressed a kiss to each of your heads. “My girls,” he murmured, voice barely above a whisper.

A while later, he woke you gently. Together, you settled your little one into her bed, tucking her in, and shared that quiet, knowing smile only tired parents have.

He tried to steer you toward your awaited slumber, but you realized hubby hadn’t eaten. You resisted his insistence as your stubborn streak kicked in. You fussed, insisting on heating his dinner, but Rio just gave you that look. The one that left no room for argument.

Rio took over, fixing plates for both of you. The two of you unwind, eating together in the calm that followed chaos, half an episode of Matlock humming in the background. When your yawns started to win out, Rio shut off the TV, stood, and offered his hand.

“Come on, mama,” he rasped softly. “Let’s get you to bed.”

The two of you slipped into the shower, the warm water washing away the day. There was laughter, soft touches, kisses that lingered longer than they should. The kind that were urgent for more than just a passionate dance of tongues. Unable to resist you any longer, Rio pushed his exhaustion aside. His lips slid away from your own, trailing down the side of your throat. They lingered, brushing light kisses across your sternum. You exhaled on a sigh that sounded like music to his ears. Your fingers gently cradled the back of his head.

Rio dipped a bit lower, his eyes connecting with yours. The onyx pools sent a rack of shivers over your body as his tongue gently circled your nipple. His other hand busied itself with the other breast, pinching and tweaking at the sensitive bud. Your head lulled against the shower wall as whimpers fell from your lips.

“Rio…,” you whined.

He kissed, licked every inch of skin, as he dipped lower. Your chest heaved, eyes still locked on his. He chuckled at the groan that fell from your lips at the sight of him on his knees. His name was a faint whisper on your lips.

Rio’s tongue laved and sucked, savoring the taste of your soft stretch marks on your stomach. He lingered for a moment worshiping the marks left behind from growing his precious baby girl. His hand lifted one leg up onto his shoulder. He used the opposite shoulder to nudge your thighs further apart.

“Place your other thigh up here, ma. You know I got you.”

Both legs in place, you felt a slight shift as your back slid up the shower wall a bit. Eyes still holding your own in a trance, his hands slid up your thighs. Spread wide, Rio pressed you firm against the wall. He leaned in and inhaled your scent. If the groan that left his lips wasn’t enough to make you squirm. His tongue inching up your thigh surely was. You let out a stuttered gasp. Rio’s teeth sank into the soft supple flesh. He suckled the spot for a second before his lips smacked away from the flesh.

“I know what you want, mama, but you know I gotta hear you say it, love. Tell me, sweetheart. What do you need from me?”

“Rio, please,” you begged, not able to form a complete sentence.”

You were keyed up. All the things you wanted him to do to your body were a jumbled mess of dirty thoughts.

“Baby, please.”

Rio sent a slow torturous lick up your folds. Just as quick as it appeared, his tongue was gone. Your head bumped against the shower wall.

“What I tell you ‘bout closed mouths? You want this pussy ate, mama,” he rasped.

“Off the fuckin’ bone,” you half moaned, half whimpered. “Christopher, please!”

He smirked at your response, “Was that so hard?”

Before you could argue back, his mouth locked in on you, stealing the air from your lungs. He wasted no time bringing you to the edge time and again until he got his fill. When he came up for air, his mouth devoured yours.

As soon as your feet touched the shower floor, you attempted to return the favor. He stepped back, and shook his head.

“Naw, mama. It was about you tonight. Your fine-ass worked hard today, and deserved some stress relief.”

“And so do you,” you moaned, mouth practically salivating for a taste of him.

Your hand wrapped around him. One firm, tight stroke had his head falling back as a curse left his lips, “fuckkk.”

“Your stubborn ass,” he rasped. “I’m trying to cater to you. I know you’re exhausted.”

“Mm—not too tired to suck you dry, papa.”

With that, all Rio’s restraint went out the door. He picked you up, pinning you to the shower wall. In one swift moment, he had you spread, sinking every inch inside. He was so deep, you felt him everywhere.

“Fuckkk,” the two of you said in unison.

It didn’t take you long to reach that beautiful peak. The two of you came hard. It was the type crest that left your body shivering, twitching as words of thanks left your lips. Rio held you up as he peppered your face with kisses.

“You straight, mama, it’s okay,” he whispered, still kissing you gently. “I got you, love. You did so good for me, yeah?” He continued, soothing you with praise you loved to hear. “Love you, mama.”

Rio palmed your ass, continuing his kisses, waiting for your breathing to steady. He smirked at you as your eyes blinked heavily and a yawn escaped your lips.

“See! Now you can barely keep your eyes open with your sleepy ass, he teased.

“Worth it,” you replied sleepily.

“Clearly! The way you was damn near speaking in tongues proved that. You was feenin’ huh, mama,” he teased.

“You’re the best kind of addiction to have.”

Your head tucked into the side of his neck, kissing him softly, “I love you too, papa.”

With a loud smack to your ass, he cleaned your overtired body once more. You two finally crawled into bed, limbs tangled, while the world outside faded. The empire, the chaos, the noise. It had all gone silent and none of it called for your attention. It was just you, him, and the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your ear. In his embrace, you snuggled deeper. The tension in your body long gone, your eyes fluttered shut, and you gave in to the exhaustion of the day. For the first time all day, everything felt still.

*blissful sigh*

It’s been awhile my lovelies! I truly hope you enjoyed it! If you did be sure to show some love🥰🫶🏾. I missed writing for my wittle lovelies. You would've gotten this sooner but ya girl has been feeling like crap. I'm on day four of a migraine 😩. It wasn't heavily edited but hopefully it was still enjoyable💓. Tagging a few of my precious babies!

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You stood there frozen, looking at your husband, dumbfounded, waiting for him to say it was all a weird joke. Unfortunately, the words never came.

 “So what you’re saying is… you’re evicting me from my own house?”

Your arms are folded, belly protruding just enough to serve as a physical reminder that you’re carrying his baby, something you know he’s obsessed with but refuses to get all soft about. Rio, standing in front of you like he actually thinks he can win this argument, shrugs, lips twitching in amusement.

“Nah, mama. Just temporarily relocating you. For your safety.”

Your safety. Like you’re not a fully grown woman who’s been handling herself long before he ever waltzed his irritatingly fine ass into your life with that damn smirk and infuriating charm. You tilt your head, unimpressed.

“For my safety?”

“Mmhm.” He leans against the doorframe, looking entirely too pleased with himself. “I can’t have you falling sick and miserable, yeah? Ain’t good for our little one.” His voice drops a bit at the end, eyes flickering toward your belly with that stupidly fond look he swears he doesn’t do.

You narrow your eyes. “So your solution is to kick me out?”

He grins. “No, relocate. Temporarily, of course. Genius, right?”

It’s not. It’s ridiculous. But the worst part? You know he’s not going to budge. And judging by the way your luggage is already sitting by the door, along with your favorite snacks, fuzzy socks, and, oh, this sneaky man! He even packed that lavender-scented pregnancy pillow you love? Yeah. This was planned in detail.

“How long am I being exiled?” You place a hand on your hip.

Rio rubs at his jaw, considering. “A week should do it.”

“A week?”

“Doctor said rest is key, and I don’t rest when you’re around, mama.” His grin is slow, deliberate, but the rasp in his voice tells you it’s not just for show. “You don’t let me.”

That is not your fault.

“That sounds like a ‘you’ problem,” you deadpan, but he just chuckles. “You’re not even sick, Christopher. The kids are, my babies need me,” you worry your hands in irritation.

“Nah. Sounds like a ‘get your pretty ass to that nice little Airbnb I booked’ problem. Mick gon’ drive you and be at ya beck and call ’til it’s all clear to come back. Me and these germy minions gon’ be good. I got grams coming to help out.”

You groan, throwing your head back. “I hate you.”

“Mm, love you too, mama.” He kisses your forehead before you can stop him, lingering just enough for you to feel the warmth of his lips before he pulls back with that knowing look.

And damn it, you should be mad. Should stomp your foot and demand to stay. But between the way he’s looking at you, the genuine concern behind the cockiness, and the fact that, okay, fine. You really don’t want to catch anything while pregnant. You sigh.

“You’re gonna miss me,” you taunt, grabbing your bags dramatically, Mick removing them from your grasp to place them in the trunk.

He smirks, opening the door for you. “Not with all these FaceTime calls you’re about to force on me. 

“You'd better answer every single one.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

You pause at the passenger door, narrowing your eyes. “I will be annoying the hell out of you.”

He laughs, leaning in like he’s about to whisper a secret. “That ain’t nothin’ new, mama.”

You gasp, smacking his arm, and he just chuckles, looking so damn smug.

“Go on, now,” he murmurs, voice softer. “Gotta take care of you both.”

And that’s the part that gets you, every time.

So yeah, you let him win this round. But only because he’ll suffer more than you will. And you will be calling all the time, both out of nosiness and loneliness.

Fair’s fair.

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“One minute, I’m sleeping good, rolling over to reposition, and grab a handful ass. Only to wind up gripping some damn sheets. What you doin’, mama?”

Your eyes remain focused on a steaming hot mug of tea as you release a sigh.

“Mama,” Rio rasps, swaggering toward you. His knuckles feather your jaw, before slipping under your chin. He angles your head toward him, forcing your eyes to lock. “You had another nightmare, didn't you?”

You tug away, focusing your vision elsewhere.

“Hey, mm-mm. Look at me.”

Out of habit, you submit and exhale, “It’s fine, Rio. I just want to stay up long enough that it won't resume once my eyes shut. Go back to sleep, papa.”

“When did I become a fuck boy?”

You look at him incredulously. Your eyes narrow to slits as you rear back offensively. “What are you on about? Who said you were a fuck boy?”

“You expect me to just leave you down here to get at your demons alone? If so, then that's what you must take me for.”

“Christopher, that's not at all what I'm trying to say. You got shit to do in the morning-.”

“And you don't? Being a mom ain't a full-time job, sweetheart?”

“For the love of all things holy! Why are we going back and forth over a damn nightmare?”

“Cause I done told your ass to stop suffering through shit alone. Look, I'm not trying to argue. Could you just stop trying to take on everything by yourself? You exhaust all avenues before asking for help. I'm not with that shit, darlin’. You stay on my ass about opening up. Give me the same courtesy.”

If it's one thing your husband knows how to do. It's checking and setting you straight.

Abandoning your coffee mug, you cross your arms, staring down at your lap. The silence stretches for a few moments. “I’m sorry,” you whisper. “I just don't want to be a burden.”

Rio sucks in a breath, giving his head a firm shake. He takes a seat next to you on the couch. “How we feeling right now? Do you want space? Of course when I say space— I'm referring to the other end of the couch,” he says with a straight face. “Can I touch you?”

You sniffle, wiping at the tear that skates down your cheek. “Of course, you can touch me. Thank you for asking though. Consent is sexy,” you joke trying to lighten the mood.

Rio responds with a lopsided grin, “There’s my girl. Come here, baby,” he rasps, pulling you into his lap. Your head tucks into his neck out of habit as he rocks you.

“I don't know how many times I’m going to have to tell you this, love. I'll say it until I'm blue in the face. You have never been, nor will you ever be a burden. I'm not upset that you keep thinking this way. Your brain is just being mean to you. That's how you were raised, and what you've been told from the ones who were supposed to love and protect you most.”

Rio’s lips ghost over your forehead, stopping to pepper kisses across your hairline.

“Not only did they break you down, but they had you believing you weren't worthy of love. Which led you to search for it in people who knew and took advantage of that. They broke what little trust you had left in the world.

Rio’s fingers slide up and down your spine in slow, soothing strokes, his warmth seeping into you. “But that shit stops here, mama. You hear me?” His voice drops lower, a raw edge scraping against the tenderness of his words. “You ain’t gotta search no more. You ain’t gotta prove shit to me. You already got me.”

Your breath hitches, and you burrow deeper into his lap and chest. “I know,” you murmur, voice small.

“Nah, I don’t think you do,” he counters softly, his fingers tilting your chin up again so you can’t look away. “If you did, you wouldn’t be sittin’ here feelin’ like you gotta carry the weight alone.”

You blink up at him, feeling exposed in a way that makes your throat tighten. But Rio doesn’t push. He just waits, patient in a way only he can be with you. And when the words finally slip past your lips, they’re barely above a whisper. “It’s just… sometimes I feel like if I don’t handle it myself, then I don’t deserve help. Like I gotta earn it.”

Rio exhales sharply, his grip tightening around you like he’s trying to physically hold together the pieces of you that someone else shattered. “That’s bullshit,” he says plainly, his forehead pressing against yours. “Love ain’t about earning, baby. It’s about givin’ and takin’—without keepin’ score.”

A fresh wave of emotion crashes into you, but before it can pull you under, Rio’s hands are there, grounding you. He tugs you in closer, his lips finding your temple. “Let me love you the way you deserve, yeah?” he murmurs against your skin.

You nod, eyes squeezing shut. “Okay,” you whisper.

He pulls back just enough to search your face, thumb swiping away the dampness on your cheek. “Okay,” he echoes, pressing one last kiss to your forehead. “Now, you wanna sit here for a bit? Or you comin’ back to bed with me?”

You sniffle, nuzzling into his chest. “Bed,” you admit.

“That’s what I thought,” he says smugly, standing up with you still wrapped around him. “See? Gettin’ better already.”

You huff a small laugh against his throat. “You always gotta have the last word, huh?”

“Always,” he confirms, carrying you back upstairs like it’s the easiest thing in the world.

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The ache in your lower back felt relentless, and as you leaned against the kitchen counter, you let out a small groan while pressing a hand to the base of your spine. Between the weight of your very active little one and the long day, you were starting to wonder how much longer you could stay on your feet.

The sound of Kevin’s boots coming through the door didn’t register right away, your focus on the pressure building in your hips. He’d texted earlier to say he was on his way home, but with the baby brain fog and your exhaustion, you’d already lost track of time.

You jumped slightly when a familiar set of strong arms came around you from behind, pulling you back into a wall of warmth and strength.

“Kev—”

“Relax, baby,” he murmured in that soft, reassuring tone of his. His lips brushed your temple as he adjusted his hold, one large hand slipping under your swollen belly while the other curved protectively around your side. Then, with ease, he lifted your stomach just enough to take the weight off your body.

Your whole body sighed in relief as the pressure instantly eased. “Oh my God,” you exhaled, tilting your head back to rest against his chest. “I love you so much right now.”

He chuckled, the sound rumbling low in his chest. “I love you, too. You looked like you needed a little help.”

“A little?” You laughed softly, covering his hand with yours as you marveled at how easily he held you and your little one. “I don’t know how you knew, but don’t move. Just—stay like this forever.”

Kevin pressed a lingering kiss to the side of your face. “Anything for my girls.”

You couldn’t help the smile spreading across your lips. “You sure about that? ‘Cause you’re about to have to carry me everywhere at this rate.”

“Done.” He grinned, giving your belly a gentle pat. “I told you when we got married, I got you. Always.”

And as he continued to hold you there, his presence grounding you and his strength supporting you, you felt a deep wave of love for the man who never hesitated to take care of you—no matter what.

Kevin shifted slightly, adjusting his stance to hold you more comfortably. “You know,” he mused, his voice a warm hum against your ear, “I kinda like this. You leaning on me, lettin’ me take care of you.”

You sighed, letting yourself sink further into his hold. “I know you do,” you admitted. “And I love you for it. But I hate feeling like I can’t do everything I normally do.”

Kevin huffed a soft laugh, his hand smoothing slow circles over your belly. “Baby, you’re growin’ a whole human. That is doin’ everything. Probably more than you should be.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t argue. He wasn’t wrong. Still, you’d always been independent—handling things on your own, rarely asking for help. But Kevin saw right through you and knew when to step in without making you feel like you were incapable.

“C’mon,” he coaxed, gently turning you in his arms so you were facing him. “Let’s get you off your feet.”

You started to protest, but Kevin cut you off with a knowing look. “Don’t even try it. You need to sit down, and I need to put my hands on you. Been thinking about you all day.”

Your lips parted, heat creeping up your neck. “That right?”

“Mm-hmm.” He grinned, dipping his head to steal a lingering kiss. “Now, are you gonna let me take care of you, or am I gonna have to throw you over my shoulder?”

You smirked, tilting your head up to him. “You wouldn’t.”

Kevin arched a brow, a teasing smirk tugging at his lips. “Oh, you know I would.”

You scoffed, folding your arms. “Kevin, I’m pregnant. You are not throwing me anywhere.”

He chuckled, leaning in to kiss the tip of your nose. “Alright, alright. No throwin’. But I am gettin’ you off your feet.”

Before you could argue, he bent down and slid his arms under you with ease, lifting you into a careful cradle against his chest. “That better?” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your forehead as he carried you to the couch.

You sighed, melting into his warmth. “Yeah… that’s better.”

“That’s what I thought.” He grinned, easing you down gently before kneeling in front of you. His large hands found your legs, thumbs pressing into your aching calves. “Now just sit back and relax, baby. I got all night.”

And as Kevin massaged away the tension, whispering sweet reassurances against your skin, you realized something—letting him take care of you wasn’t weakness. It was love. And damn, you’d never felt more cherished.

Kevin’s fingers worked their magic, kneading away the tension in your legs with slow, deliberate strokes. Your eyelids fluttered, a soft hum of appreciation slipping from your lips as you melted into the couch.

“You keep doin’ that, and I might just fall asleep right here,” you murmured, voice thick with exhaustion.

Kevin chuckled, his thumbs pressing into a particularly sore spot. “That’s the goal, mamas. You need to rest.”

You peeked at him through heavy lashes, catching the way his gaze softened as he looked up at you. There was something else there, something deeper behind the tenderness in his touch.

“What?” you asked, tilting your head.

Kevin hesitated for a beat, then exhaled, his hands stilling against your legs. “Just thinkin’.”

You nudged him with your knee. “’Bout what?”

His lips quirked, but his eyes held something more serious now. “’Bout how we got here. Feels like just yesterday we were talkin’ about maybe tryin’ for a baby, and now…” His hands moved to your belly, warm and steady. “Now we’re weeks away from meetin’ our little girl.”

Your heart swelled at the wonder in his voice. “Crazy, huh?”

Kevin nodded, and then his expression turned thoughtful. “You ever think about what she’s gonna be like?”

A smile tugged at your lips as you rested a hand over his. “All the time.”

“Yeah?” He grinned. “What do you see?”

You sighed dreamily, letting your head fall back against the couch. “She’s got your eyes, no question. That deep brown, the kind that can say a million things without a single word.”

Kevin’s fingers flexed against your belly, and you swore you felt the baby shift in response.

“She’s got your smile too,” you continued, tracing absent patterns over the back of his hand. “That one that makes people feel safe. Loved.”

Kevin shook his head, a soft chuckle escaping him. “I love that,” he admitted, his voice thick with emotion. “But if I’m bein’ honest… I’d love for her to look just like you.”

Your brows lifted in surprise. “Yeah?”

“Hell yeah.” His gaze locked onto yours, his grip on your belly tightening just slightly as if he were holding onto something sacred. “I mean, don’t get me wrong—I’d be proud if she had a little of me in her. But you?” His thumb brushed along your knuckles, his expression turning reverent. “You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever known. Inside and out.”

Your breath hitched.

“I want her to have your smile,” he continued, his voice deep and certain. “The one that lights up a whole damn room before you even say a word. I want her to have your laugh—’cause it’s my favorite sound in the world.”

A lump formed in your throat and Kevin wasn’t done.

“And if she’s got your heart? If she’s got even half of your kindness, your strength, your fire?” He exhaled, shaking his head as if the thought alone humbled him. “Then she’s already gonna be the luckiest little girl in the world.”

Tears pricked your eyes, and you let out a shaky breath. “Kevin…”

He leaned in, resting his forehead against yours, his hand still cradling your belly. “I mean it, baby,” he murmured, his lips brushing against yours. “I love you. And I love her already. But if she comes out lookin’ just like her mama?” He grinned. “That’s a win in my book.”

Your heart clenched, full to bursting.

You swallowed thickly, shaking your head with a watery laugh. “You just want me to cry, huh?”

Kevin chuckled, brushing his thumb under your eye before you could blink away the emotion. “Nah, I just want you to know how much I love you. How much I love our little family.”

And in that moment, with his hands on you, his love wrapped around you, you knew—this was home.

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The clock ticked past midnight, the silence of the empty house amplifying the sound. In the dimly lit kitchen, the soft glow of the refrigerator illuminated your very pregnant features as you rested a hand on your swollen belly. You sighed, heart heavy with longing for the man you loved, miles away on some unknown continent, carrying out numerous dangerous missions.

You stood there, staring at the array of food in the fridge, a wave of emotions washing over you. Pregnancy hormones wreaked havoc on your mood, and tonight, you found yourself overwhelmed with sadness and longing for your husband, Simon.

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as you reached for the phone on the counter. Your fingers trembled with emotion. You needed him. His comforting presence, the sweet sound of his soothing voice to chase away the loneliness that threatened to consume you.

"Hey, love," Simon’s voice came through the phone, warm and comforting. His tone was deep and smooth like whiskey on a cold winter's night.

Your breath caught in your throat. Simon’s voice was a mixture of relief and longing washing over you. "Hi," you replied sheepishly, your voice barely above a whisper.

“Everythin' alright, angel?" your husband asked, concern lacing his words.

You sniffled, wiping away a stray tear. "I... I just miss you, Si. And I'm so hungry, but nothing in the fridge sounds good."

Simon’s heart ached at the sound of your voice, at the thought of you being alone, in need of comfort. "I wish I could be there with you, angel. You know I miss you more than anythin’."

A sob escaped your lips, emotions threatening to overwhelm you. "I’m sorry, Si. This is probably the last thing you need to deal with right now. I just wish you were home... I need you here. I need you to hold me. To eat junk food with me in the middle of the night. It’s weird not having you with me throughout this pregnancy. I got so used to you being around the first time. It never mattered how late it was. Whatever I craved, you either got up to fetch or prepare it. I miss eating with you. For goodness' sake, I probably sound like a blubbering cow. God I know I sound selfish. I’m sorry, Si."

“That’ll be enough nonsense. No more name-callin’. Eat all you want, beautiful. Vent all you want. ‘S no bother, love. Truly it isn’t.”

A flicker of determination sparked in Simon’s eyes as he listened to your words. "I may not be able to be there in person, but I can still make sure you're taken care of. Give me about ten to twenty minutes, love. I need to sort something out."

You pouted and whispered your agreement as Simon rushed you off the phone, still unsure of how to satisfy your cravings. You plucked a bottled water from the fridge.  You waddled toward the living room. Your smile lit up the room as you noticed a pregnancy pillow on the couch. Simon had scattered them throughout the house before leaving. He wanted you to find comfort in any room while he was away.

Your fingers hovered over the remote, drawn instead to the flashing screen announcing Simon’s incoming call.“Babe, that was quick. I’m excited it’s a video call. I miss your f—” Your words came to a pause. He was no longer among his comrades. Your husband had whisked away to his sleeping quarters, all gear removed aside from his balaclava. Some would find it terrifying, but Simon knew that in the depths of your deviant little mind, you found it sexy, arousing even. The shirt and pants he wore underneath were deliciously form-fitting. He watched as your eyes roamed over his biceps. Though you couldn’t see, you were certain there was a sexy smirk underneath his balaclava.

“Eyes up here, angel,” he commanded, voice smoky and sensual.

“Damn it, Si. Now I’m craving both food and you. You cheeky bastard. Did I mention I miss your sexy ass,” you questioned in a teasing manner.

Simon leaned in closer to the screen, giving you a devilish wink. “Miss you more, angel. If you can stay up late for me tonight, I may have time to call you and render some special sleep aid,” he offered, voice smoldering with desire.

“Can’t we do that now?” you whined, mouth forming a slight pout.

“Not now, love. There are more important matters to handle first. I’m afraid my work isn’t done for the night. Can you be patient for me?”

“Yes, but—”

“Atta girl,” he husked, aware of what those two words would do to you. 

You tried making a convincing argument, but a knock at the front door interrupted the conversation.

Confusion clouded your thoughts as you heard the sound of the doorbell ringing in the background. Stunned, you made your way to the front door, heart racing with anticipation.

Who on earth could be at my door at this hour?

“Um, Si. Baby, there’s—”

“I know. ‘S alright, love. Answer it.”

As you opened the door, your breath caught in your throat at the sight of a delivery bag from McDonald's sitting on the doorstep. A smile tugged at the corners of your lips as you realized what your husband had done.

"Si, you didn't have to..." you began, your voice filled with gratitude.

"Just open it, love," he interrupted, his voice warm and reassuring.

With watery eyes, you opened the bag to reveal an array of your favorite foods: chicken nuggets, a fish filet, fries, and a vanilla milkshake. Tears welled up in your eyes as you realized the lengths he had gone to make you feel loved and cared for, even from miles away. Simon understood that as a grown-ass woman. You could’ve ordered the food, but he knew it was more about the gesture and putting your mind at ease that mattered most.

"Thank you, baby," you whispered, love overflowing for the man who had stolen your heart many moons ago.

On the other end of the line, Simon smiled, his heart swelling with love for his wife. "Anything for you, angel. Now, let's eat together."

You giggled as his hand waved over an assortment of goodies you had sent in a care package.

“Baby, don’t you have any real food? Anything other than snacks?” you questioned, worried he wasn’t eating enough.

“Johnny’s on kitchen duty tonight. Not takin’ any chances. Eat up, love. Tell me about your day. Is the lil’ lad holdin’ down the fort? Papa left him in charge. And the littlest lad you’re growing? Is he still kickin’ you all night? He’ll be a ball of energy once he’s on the outside. You jus’ wait and see.”

As the two of you sat on the video call, sharing a meal, bonding over the love for your children. You felt closer than ever before. Distance may have kept you apart, but with a little FaceTime, all was right in the world.

After thirty minutes of conversation, the time came and Simon had to go. 

“Duty calls, angel,” he gruffed, slightly annoyed.

“Go fuck some shit up, baby.”

Though your words were encouraging and playful, Simon saw the worry in your eyes. He did his best to put you at ease. Your husband playfully tapped the skull emblem on his mask. “Always a step ahead. Consider it done, love.” You offered a weak smile and chewed your lip nervously. Almost scared to end the call. Underneath the balaclava, his smirk disappeared. Your reservations could be felt even through the screen. Simon’s eyes darted around for a second before lifting his mask briefly. Your eyes connected as the usually stoic man offered you his most sincere attempt to ease your worried mind. Ashamed of him picking up on your innermost thoughts of panic, you broke eye contact. “Look at me, angel.”  The beautiful shade of your orbs landed on his once more. “It’ll be alright, love. Don’t worry about me. I’ll be careful. Get some rest, and do your best to answer later tonight.”

“Jesus. You always know just what to say, and do you have to be so damn sexy when saying it? I just want to eat you.”

Simon dropped his mask back into place, voice lowered. With a hint of a growl, he responded, “Be sure to get that rest while I’m working, love. You’ll need the energy. I don’t care what time it is. When I get back. I want you pickin’ up on the first ring. Have that camera angle ready. ‘M going to watch you ride my pillow until you’re a shakin’, soppin’ wet, messy puddle. You’ll beg me to come. The filth that falls from my lips will be like music to your ears. I’m going to take you apart piece by piece with my words. Just to put you back together and do it all over again. You’ll be chanting the words ‘I can’t. No more, Si.’ How’s that sound, love?”

“Can you leave already? The quicker you depart, the faster you return,” you panted. “Fuck, Si. I’m so achy for you.”

“There will be no playing while I’m gone. Understood,” he asked, voice gravelly.

“Yes,” you purred.

“Yes, what,” he demanded.

“Yes, sir,” you moaned softly.

“Good girl. I have to go now, angel.”

“LT, wheels up in ten,” Johnny shouted from the doorway.”

“ I heard you the first time, MacTavish. Give me a fuckin’ minute.”

“Simon! Be nice,” you bristled.

Your husband turned back to the screen. He rolled his eyes as Johnny leaned in to meddle.

“Hello, dove. When are you going to leave this grumpy bastard for me,” Johnny questioned.

You started to reply with a teasing answer, but Simon cut you off with an irritated grunt.

“Gotta go, angel.”

“Okay, baby. You take care of my man, MacTavish.”

You giggled at Simon threatening Johnny while ending the call.

“MacTavish, flirt with the missus again.” Instead of ending his statement using words, Simon stared Soap down with a cold, emotionless gaze. His head tilted to the now black screen, and his hand moved to rest on one of his now re-holstered weapons. Johnny smirked, slapping a hand on Simon’s back. “That little lady’s got you head over heels LT.” Simon made no argument, just offered a grunt of agreement.

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Inner workings of my mind:

*thirty minutes after posting it-> “they hate it!”*

*takes deep breath. must fight the urge to delete it.*

It was still dark when you felt the warmth of Rio’s hand gently trailing up your arm, his touch soft and deliberate, pulling you from the depths of sleep.

“C’mon, mama,” his low, velvet voice whispered against your ear. “Time to get up.”

Your groggy protest came out as little more than a grumble, but Rio wasn’t deterred. Your husband laid a kiss upon your temple, his lips lingering. Rio’s scent was a mix of cologne paired with woodsiness and spice—filling your senses.

“It’s Christmas, darlin’,” he murmured. “And I got somethin’ for you.”

That aroused your interest. You cracked one eye open, meeting his soft brown gaze, full of mischief and something else you couldn’t quite place.

“Can’t it wait ‘til sunrise?” you teased, voice still husky from sleep.

Rio chuckled, the sound low and intimate. “Nah. This can’t wait.”

He offered his hand, and you let him pull you out of bed. His warmth instantly enveloped you as he grabbed a nearby blanket to drape around your shoulders. His fingers laced with yours as he led you down the hallway. His pace was deliberate, his steps careful not to wake the kids who were still fast asleep in their rooms.

When you reached the living room, you gasped. The soft glow of fairy lights wrapped around the tree illuminated the space. Yet it was Rio's transformation that stole your breath.

A trail of rose petals started at the doorway, winding toward the couch, which was now covered in a plush throw and pillows. A table sat beside it, adorned with a spread of your favorite breakfast foods—croissants, fresh fruit, and even the special coffee blend you loved.

“Rio…” You turned to him, eyes wide, your voice barely above a whisper.

But he wasn’t done yet. He pulled out a small box from his pocket, his thumb brushing over the lid before handing it to you.

“Merry Christmas, mama,” he said, his voice softer now, more serious.

You opened the box to find a delicate gold bracelet, tiny charms dangling from it—each a meaningful symbol of your life together. A small house for the home you’d built, a baby carriage for your kids, a heart with your initials entwined.

Your breath hitched, and when you looked up at him, he was already watching you, his expression unguarded.

“I know I don’t always say it the way you deserve to hear it,” he started, his voice steady but thick with emotion. “But you’re everything, yeah? My partner, my peace, my wifey, my reason. I wanted you to wake up today and feel all that. Feel how much you mean to me.”

Tears welled in your eyes as you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him close. He held you tightly, his hands, splayed against your back, grounding you in the moment.

“You don’t have to say it, Rio,” you whispered against his chest. “I feel it. Every day.”

He pulled back just enough to meet your gaze, his thumb brushing a tear from your cheek. “Good. But I’m still gonna say it.”

And he did, over and over again, as you both sank onto the couch, wrapped in the quiet magic of Christmas morning, the world outside forgotten in the warmth of each other’s embrace.

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The quiet hum of the heater filled the room, mingling with the soft glow of fairy lights strung across the window. It was the kind of serene, peaceful morning you rarely got to enjoy, and for once, you’d slept deeply, cocooned in the warmth of the heavy blanket and the presence of the man beside you.

Or so you thought.

You stirred, reaching out instinctively, but the bed was cold and empty. A soft sound—almost imperceptible—came from somewhere nearby, setting your senses on alert. Years of being with Simon had trained you to notice even the faintest disturbances.

“Simon?” you called, your voice low and groggy.

“Right here, love.” His deep, familiar voice rumbled from across the room.

You turned to see him standing in the doorway, leaning casually against the frame. He was still dressed in his signature black hoodie and sweatpants, but his ever-present mask was nowhere to be seen. The sight of his uncovered face—something you still weren’t used to, even after all this time—made your breath catch.

“What are you doing?” you asked, your voice still thick with sleep.

He stepped into the room, the corner of his mouth quirking into a small smile. “Couldn’t sleep. Thought I’d get a head start on making the morning a bit more special.”

Your gaze flicked to his hands, where he held a tray with two mugs of tea, a small plate of biscuits, and… a small, neatly wrapped package.

“Simon Riley,” you said, sitting up and narrowing your eyes playfully. “What are you up to?”

He set the tray down on the nightstand before sitting on the edge of the bed, his broad frame making the mattress dip slightly. “Figured we’d start Christmas morning off right,” he said, his voice softer now. He handed you one of the mugs before carefully placing the gift in your lap.

You glanced up at him, your heart already melting. “You didn’t have to get me anything.”

His lips twitched into a smirk. “I wanted to. Now open it.”

You tore the paper carefully, revealing a small velvet box. Your heart thudded as you opened it to find a delicate silver bracelet, the charm shaped like a shield.

“It’s beautiful,” you whispered, your fingers brushing over the intricate detail of the charm.

Simon shifted slightly, his gaze steady but vulnerable as he spoke. “I’ve spent most of my life being someone people need protection from. But with you… I just want to protect you. To make sure you’re safe. This felt… fitting.”

Your chest tightened, and tears pricked the corners of your eyes. “Baby…”

He reached out, his hand warm and steady as he brushed a curl from your face. “You’ve given me something I never thought I’d have—a reason to come home. You’re my safe place, love. My light.”

You couldn’t speak, overwhelmed by the quiet intensity of his words. Instead, you leaned forward, wrapping your arms around him and burying your face in his chest. He held you tightly, his strong arms enveloping you in a way that made you feel untouchable, invincible.

“Merry Christmas, baby,” you murmured against him.

He kissed the top of your head, his lips lingering. “Merry Christmas, sweetheart.”

As the morning sun peeked through the curtains, you stayed wrapped in each other’s arms, the shadows of the past giving way to the light of the moment—your moment. Together.

Comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated, my babies! MERRY CHRISTMAS 🎄♥️!!

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