Milkshake - Carmen Berzatto
pairing: carmen berzatto x reader
summary: your milkshakes are the best, they bring all the boys to the yard when your daughter signs you up to make them at the summer fair.
warnings: fluff, jealous!Carmy
words: 1.2k
a/n: i hope you guys enjoy this one! massive shoutout to @d3ad-aliv3 for fueling this one, i loved writing this! i also have no idea if america has summer fair's at their schools! xo
The obsession started innocently enough, you were six months pregnant and you craved anything sweet, especially milkshakes. You’d found a recipe on Google for an ultra-sweet strawberry and chocolate shake. You didn’t even like strawberries and chocolate together. You’d tried this recipe in your shitty old blender, the blender was old enough so that anything that came out of it tasted like crap.
You just wanted delicious creamy milkshakes but with a baby on the way and a mortgage payment looming, it was difficult to find the money for a fancy new blender. Any spare bit of money you had was going into the restaurant. But, it disheartened you every time your craving wasn’t satisfied.
Carmy must have seen this because when the restaurant had made enough cash to get fancy new equipment, he brought the original blender back to your place. It wasn’t fancy by any means but better than the one you had had. When he’d put it in front of you, you had actually started tearing up. You’d blamed it on the hormones.
When you tearfully thanked him, he pressed a kiss to the side of your head, “anything for my baby. Just don’t gorge yourself on too many chocolate shakes,” he teased.
You didn’t take his advice, you had really tried but the more pregnant you got, the more you craved the sugary drink. Carmy found you one night after he came home from work wrapped in a blanket, finishing off the last bits of your shake. He chuckled as he came to sit next to you on the couch, a twinkle in his blue eyes.
“Ya gonna give yaself brain freeze if you keep slurping em down baby,” he wiped the chocolatey bits from the corner of your mouth.
“It’s what the baby wants,” you take his hand so he could feel them kick.
He grinned as he leaned down to press a kiss to your swollen belly, “hey, don’t be blaming my son.”
“How do you know we’re having a boy?” you both wanted to leave the gender of the baby as a surprise, most people thought you were crazy but neither of you cared.
“I can just sense it angel,” he nuzzled his face into your belly, sighing as you tangled your fingers into his curls, “I’m never gonna let anything bad happen to you, either of you.”
“I love you Carm.”
“I love you too,” the corners of his eyes crinkled as he grinned up at you.
When your daughter, Lilly was born, Carmy was the first to hold her, his eyes teary as he looked up at you, she’s perfect. Just like her momma.”
The next time that the blender came out was when Carmy was getting Lilly to try some new fruits. When you walked into the kitchen after a coffee date with your girlfriends, you smothered a laugh as you saw Lilly strapped to Carmy’s chest and Carmy was looking down at the blender with a frown on his face, like it had personally offended him.
“What’s the matter?”
Carmy sighs as he presses a kiss to your lips, “I can’t get this milkshake to taste right, I’m a damn chef and I can’t make a damn milkshake.”
You tested a bit of the milkshake, grimacing at the taste, “it tastes like soap.”
“Yeah, like you even know what that tastes like,” he mumbles a big pout on his face, he was just like an overgrown baby.
“Come on honey, don’t act like you didn’t try soap as a kid,” you turn to the freezer to grab the vanilla ice cream, the healthiest kind of course, “you just need to add a little ice cream.”
“I didn’t want it to be too sugary.”
“It’ll be fine,” you mixed the ice cream in before feeding it to Lilly who ate the whole lot.
The blender came back out on the hottest day of the summer about 6 years later when you and Lilly were practically dying from heat stroke. Richie and Carmy were fixing the air con but you kinda hoped they’d be done by now.
“It’s too hot mommy,” Lilly whined, she got cranky when she was too hot as she slurped down her milkshake.
“I know baby, me too,” you poured the blueberry milkshakes into the fancy glasses before handing them to your daughter, “go and give these to your daddy and Uncle Richie okay?”
“But I want more shake!”
“You’ve had enough, sweetheart, and we need to share remember? Poor daddy and Uncle Richie are working so hard; they deserve a treat don’t you think?”
Lilly grumbled beneath her breath as she padded off to the bedroom to reluctantly give up her sweet treats. As she came back she was holding a letter in her hands and she looked rather sheepish as she tugged at your sleeve. You smiled and leaned away from where you were washing the dishes and knelt down to her level as she gave you the letter.
“What’s this honey?”
“I told Miss Adams that you would make some milkshakes at the summer fair next week.”
This was the third time she’d done something like this, she’d signed you up for chaperone duty on two of her school trips. You were glad that she wanted you around but you really wished that she’d run it by you first.
“I don’t know honey.”
“Please mommy! Your milkshakes are the best and I already told all my friends about it,” her bottom lip stuck out and her big blue eyes went wide and glassy – she learnt that trick from Carmy.
You didn’t have the heart to tell her no, so with a weary sigh you relented and sighed, nodding your head, “okay baby.”
“Yay! Thank you mommy!”
About half an hour later, Carmy and Richie walked into the kitchen after successfully fixing the air conditioning, thank god. Carmy grinned at you, pressing a kiss to your cheek as he put his glass in the sink. He picked up the letter about the summer fair that you’d left on the side.
“Hey, what’s this?”
“Lilly has signed me up to make milkshakes for the summer fair.”
“You’re coming right daddy?!”
“You betcha I am peanut,” he grinned as he ruffled his curls.
The following Saturday, you woke up at the crack of dawn to lug all your supplies to the school to get set up for the 10am start. To be fair, Carmy did help you before he had to run off to work, promising to be back later on. It was a sweltering hot day, almost as hot as the Saturday before so your stall was one of the busiest ones.
If you asked Carmy’s opinion, he’d say it wasn’t the weather that had all the dads and their kids flocking to your stall, he’d say it was because of you. He was forever telling you that you were the prettiest woman at the school pick up, he was biased. Though you didn’t miss the way the men ogled at you as they brought their kids up to order a shake, barely paying attention to what their kid was asking for.
As you had a little break to restock your items, you jumped as you felt sweaty hands wrap around your waist, relaxing when you realised it was Carmy.
“You made it.”
He grunted as he pressed a sweet kiss to your shoulder, “who was that weirdo who was flirting with my woman?”
You laugh as you turn to look at his handsome face, “it was Anna’s dad,” Anna was Lilly’s best friend.
“Yeah well, his eyes were wandering a bit too far out of his head. Your milkshakes are mine baby.”
