#dad!jake

At least one hand is always somewhere on you, on your shoulder, around your waist, on your thigh or knee. 

At night, it doesn’t matter if it’s in the dead of summer, his arm is snaked around you and his head is buried in the back of your neck.

Once you reach your second trimester, and your bump becomes noticeable, Heeseung is always touching your bump, tapping it absentmindedly with his fingers, beaming from ear to ear when eventually he can feel your baby boy squirming underneath his touch.

Sometimes he wakes up in the middle of the night to the push of feet against his palms, it made him smile every time.

Heeseung is also completely whipped for you, he’ll do anything you ask. 

Your cravings get intense, and he doesn’t complain when you wake him at three in the morning whining about salted popcorn with cheese on. And he goes to the store for you, every time.

Heeseung isn’t usually very sappy, but as soon as your bump pops up he’s the most sentimental soppy man in the world.

Every morning and night he talks to your bump about anything and everything. Even during the day he will randomly address the bump asking it questions.

‘Okay, little one,’ Heeseung sinks to his knees one morning, resting a hand on either side of your bump, ‘kick once for cornflakes. Kick twice for the chocolate cereal.’

You giggle, ‘you’re an idiot.’

‘I’m indecisive. This boy needs to pull his weight and help me. He’s already living here rent free for the next however long.’

You roll your eyes, going back to your own breakfast.

‘What do you think baby boy?’ Heeseung gently pokes at your bump attempting to illicit a response.

Eventually your son delivers a single kick, causing you to choke on your coffee. 

‘Unlucky,’ you laugh at his disappointed face, ‘cornflakes it is.’

‘I will evict him as soon as physically possible. How can he disrespect me like this in my own house.’

‘Can’t wait until he’s actually here,’ you murmur.

‘Me too,’ Heeseung kisses your bump before getting up to kiss your head and reach for the cornflakes.

jay

Jay isn’t too overbearing during your pregnancy. He’s not the type to constantly ask if you need anything, he will wait for you to ask him.

That doesn’t mean he doesn’t anticipate your needs, you’ll come home from a late shift to find your pregnancy pillow already set up, your cravings are always fully stocked and there’s always plenty of bubble bath.

Where he does get somewhat intense is in public.

Jay constantly worries about harm coming to either of you. When you go shopping, he’s careful not to be recognised, wearing hats and glasses as to not to draw attention to you. In airports, his arm is always around you, guiding you around. 

So, when he’s on tour during your pregnancy and you come to visit, he’s on high alert.

‘Jay, I can walk around the venue by myself,’ you’re escorted into the dressing room by a security guard.

Jay pulls you into a hug, kissing the top of your head, ‘there’s lots of equipment around baby, what if you hurt yourself?’

You roll your eyes, ‘have I ever hurt myself backstage before?’

‘Let me look after you,’ he pecks your lips, ‘anyway, it’s soundcheck soon. There’s a nice chair set up for you beside the stage for the actual show as well-‘

‘Wait, I’m going to watch from backstage?’

‘Yeah, of course,’ Jay says, ‘going out there can’t be good for you, or the baby-‘

‘But you know I love being in the audience,’ you pout, ‘Jay, I want to be out there singing along with my lightstick just like everyone else.’

Jay tilts his head, ‘I don’t know, sweetheart, you’re so far along and the fans can be so intense…’

‘I’ll be in the stands with your managers, I’ll have so much space!’

‘I just have visions of you falling over or someone bumping into you..’

‘Please, baby,’ you pull out the puppy eyes, wrapping your arms around his waist, and you quickly see him crumble.

‘Fine, but minimal dancing,’ he taps your nose, ‘and a security guard.’

Just then, a stage runner knocks on the door, letting Jay know he’s needed for soundcheck.

‘Come on, I’ll take you to your seat.’ 

‘Jay!’

jake

When you first found out you were pregnant, Jake sort of panics a little bit.

You’re hunched over the toilet and throwing up he doesn’t really know what to do. This is completely new territory for him. Your early symptoms often have him incredibly flustered, you’re emotional, your boobs hurt and you’re constantly dizzy.

One night, Jake comes home from practice, and it’s like his instincts awaken when he sees you in the bathroom, on the floor sobbing.

‘Jake,’ you cry when you see him, and he’s instantly at your side on the tiles, ‘I can’t do this anymore.’

Jake takes you into his arms, letting you cry into his shoulder.

‘I know I haven’t been the most.. helpful,’ he murmurs, ‘but I know you, and you are so strong, and you can do this. And I will do everything and anything you need from me, okay?’

From then on, Jake is the most attentive boyfriend, and is very touchy. You don’t even have to ask, and he’s giving you a foot massage. You come home from work, and there’s already a bath run for you at the perfect temperature.

Once you’re four months in, your bump becomes noticeable, and Jake’s level of affection is just exacerbated. 

Every night he rubs your lotion on your bump, tells the bump about his day, and sleeping with his hand on it.

When you’re hormonal, he holds you.

‘Everything hurts, Jake,’ you sob, ‘all day. She’s been sitting on my spine all day, and I’ve been having braxtons, and my boobs hurt and they’re leaking, I tried to nap but I just couldn’t-‘

Jake from month one in your pregnancy would’ve freaked out at your outburst, but this Jake, in month seven, is calm and collected.

He runs you a bath, filling it with lavender bubbles. On your insistence, he gets in behind you, rubbing your back, shoulders and achy breasts.

’Is that better?’ Jake murmurs, the timbre of his voice sending a shiver down your spine and stirring up your hormones.

‘Much,’ you roll your head back against his shoulder, ‘you’re the best.’

He kisses your head, ‘how about we get out and go lay down?’

‘We can get out,’ you nod, ‘but can we do more than lay down?’

Jake grins cheekily, ‘incredible idea.’

sunghoon

For your whole pregnancy, Sunghoon is just filled with pride. He shows ultrasound photos to everyone and talks nonstop about your incoming baby girl to anyone that will listen.

Sunghoon becomes a bit of a pregnancy expert. Every book he can get his hands on, he reads cover to cover. He knows what to expect, what was abnormal and everything in-between. 

So Sunghoon did notice just how much you were needing to go to the bathroom. 

It was relentless. He would wake up several times a night to you wriggling out of his arms and padding into your ensuite. During the day, you’re constantly up and down needing to pee, when you’re driving you have Sunghoon pull into service stations constantly. 

He brings it up to your doctor at the next scan. Your doctor agrees that the rate of your bathroom trips are a little out of the ordinary, so he refers you for blood tests. 

‘Gestational diabetes,’ you read the words on the leaflet, slumped in the passenger seat of your car.

‘Y/N..’

‘This is my fault.’

‘Y/N, you heard the doctor. Sometimes these things just happen,’ Sunghoon rests a hand on your arm.

‘What if something happens to her because of this? I know he said that the risks were small, but what if?’ you begin to tear up.

’She was perfect on the scan the other day, remember? I’m going to help you through this. We’re going to get through this.’

Sunghoon stayed up all night that night reading article after article about gestational diabetes. You woke up the next morning to find a full google doc with meal plans, exercise routines and a schedule to check your blood sugars.

He happily did everything with you, eating the same meals and cutting down on sugar. 

On an evening, the two of you would go down to the pool in your apartment complex for a swim. You would slowly swim around while chatting, usually about the baby or work. 

‘You’ve made this so much easier for me,’ you stand over your daughter’s empty crib, damp hair occasionally dripping onto your bump, ‘thank you.’

‘It’s what I’m supposed to do,’ Sunghoon gently turns you around by your waist and kisses your nose, ‘as your husband and her father.’

‘We love you, Hoon.’

‘I love you too.’

sunoo

Sunoo feels totally out of his depth. 

Suddenly his fiancee is pregnant, something you never expected. He doesn’t know the first thing about pregnancy, and doesn’t know how to respond to your symptoms. He sort of just treats you as if you’re sick, bringing you soup and tea but keeping his distance. At the same time, you’re hormonal, and can’t understand why he’s staying away.

You worry he doesn’t want the baby, that he’s having second thoughts, or you’re bothering him too much with your requests. In reality, Sunoo is just so worried that he’s not being helpful, or that somehow he might hurt or upset you.

One night you’re laying in bed together watching TV in silence, you essentially lose it.

’Sunoo,’ you’re tearing up, ‘I’m sorry.’

‘Why?’ he whips his head around to look at you, ‘for what?’

‘You’re just distant, and you keep away from me, I barely see you. If it’s me or the baby I would rather you just tell me-’

’No- no, that’s not it at all. I want you and the baby more than anything in the world.’

Sunoo is quiet for a few moments, ‘I’m sorry. I guess I’m just scared. I’ve been retreating into my head and haven’t been there for you like I should be.’

‘Sunoo, we need to talk to each other. I need to know how you feel. If we’re going to be parents, we need to be a team, we need to be in sync.’

‘I know, you’re right. I promise going forward I’ll be more open with you about how I feel.’

From then on, he’s obsessed with all things pregnancy and baby.

Every few days you’ll come home to a package addressed to you that you didn’t order, containing a weird pregnancy product that he saw on TikTok.

You and Sunoo talk constantly. You chat late at night in bed, in the morning on your balcony as the sun comes up, in the car on an evening, all about your excitement and fears surrounding the baby. 

Sunoo also becomes somewhat clingy, especially at night or when you’re in crowds. While before you were pregnant he would usually just throw an arm around you, now he sleeps completely pressed against you, his chest to your back.

‘I love you,’ he mumbles into your neck one night, ‘thank you for giving me my dream.’

jungwon

Your pregnancy with Serin is very turbulent. 

For the first half, everything is fairly smooth.

You get sick, and Jungwon holds your hair back. You have mood swings, he tries his best to be empathetic. 

Jungwon knows enough to understand that these things are par for the course, so he’s supportive but not too concerned about your symptoms. 

You were around halfway through your pregnancy when the less than normal symptoms began.

Jungwon would come home from practice to you sitting in a completely dark room. 

‘Why are you sitting in the dark?’

Your head was in your hands, unable to be lifted.

‘I have the worst migraine I think I have ever had,’ you whine, ‘I have taken as much paracetamol as I am allowed. I had a bath in the dark, put a cold cloth on my forehead. Wonnie it’s so bad, I can barely see..’

Jungwon holds you, massaging your head until you fall asleep hours later. 

When the headaches and vision problems persist, you make an emergency appointment. 

‘Bed,’ Jungwon practically pushes you up the stairs when you get home, supervising and making sure you were changing into comfortable clothes and getting under the covers. 

Your intense headaches turn out to be preeclampsia. Although at the moment Serin was measuring well, the doctor had warned you of the potential complications, including preterm labour or low birth weight. 

You’d been ordered to take strict bed rest. 

For the remainder of your pregnancy, Jungwon waits on you hand and foot. 

He’s suddenly fussing over you, messing with your pillows and cushions. He brings up your food on trays, eating every meal beside you. The two of you tear through countless shows on a plethora of streaming services. He holds you when you cry in frustration. He holds your hand when the doctor visits every week.  

‘Baby, it’s ready,’ Jungwon enters your bedroom, approaching the bed.

‘Really?’ you warm with excitement at the prospect of getting out of bed, ‘can I see?’

Jungwon helps you get up, wrapping an arm around your waist to help you walk. 

He leads you down the corridor and into your daughters nursery, which he, Jay and Heeseung had spent all day decorating.

‘Oh, it’s beautiful,’ hot tears spring to your eyes, ‘you guys.. It’s exactly how I imagined.’

Regardless of his caring tendencies during your pregnancy, somehow, Jake was even more caring the second your baby girl was born. Around 4:30 in the morning, Aimee Rose Seresin was born, weighing 6 pounds 7 ounces and perfectly healthy. You and your husband couldn’t have been more happy. Early that morning, for only the third time since you had met Jake, you saw tears filling your husband's eyes. 

When the nurses took out your little girl to do blood tests, Jake immediately ran down to get you something to eat. Jake arrived only seconds before the nurses did. He helped to prop you up and sort out your meal before Aimee was passed over to him. You watched with unlimited adoration as your little girl snuggled into his bare chest. You finished what you could have easily considered the best meal of your life before relaxing back onto your pillows. Within seconds, your eyes were slipping shut and you were drifting off into a peaceful sleep. 

You woke up a few hours later to the same sight of your baby girl asleep on her daddy’s chest. A soft smile grew on your face at the sight of your sleeping husband. Luckily, Jake had set your phone beside you before Aimee was handed to him. You snapped a quick picture and set it as your lock screen. You had never been more in love than you were now. 

Mere seconds later, the nurse walked in to check up on you. Your husband woke up slowly, blinking the sleep out of his eyes. “How are you doing, dear?” The sweet elderly nurse questioned as she reviewed your vitals. After only a few minutes, you were left alone again with your family. 

Your husband was standing now, walking toward you while rocking your little girl softly. Not only did Jake hold your little girl like she was the most precious thing in the world, he looked at you as if you hung the moon and the stars. In that moment, you could easily see how much he loved you. His eyes held untamed adoration as he set your little girl on your chest. 

“I love you so, so much, honey.” He whispered to you gently as he leaned down. A chaste kiss was placed on your forehead. 

The soft moment between the two of you was often one that you returned to when Aimee woke up crying in the middle of the night. However, even in those times of frustration, you knew that your husband was beside you every step of the way. 

Thankfully, you only had to stay in the hospital a few days longer before you were allowed to go home. Those few days flew by in a breeze, Jake being a large help through the whole process. You knew the history that Jake had with his father, so you were more than proud of the fact that he was already such an amazing father. The fact made you smile softly, watching your husband love on your little girl once more. 

Unsurprisingly, the ‘hot dad walk’ that you had been looking forward to since you found out you were pregnant did not disappoint, far exceeding any expectations you could have had. The sight of Jake carrying your baby girl out in her car seat had you swooning for your husband all over again. You waddled behind him slowly, happy to watch him walk away. When you finally arrived at the car, Jake made sure to let you know that he knew exactly what you had been staring at the whole time. Your cheeks were rosy the entire ride home. You sat in the back seat with Aimee, watching her sleep soundly as Jake made the slow drive home. 

Every few minutes, Jake would check on the two of you. “How are my girls doin’?” he questioned, not taking his eyes off the road. Another smile lit up your face as her tiny hand wrapped around one of your fingers. 

“We’re doing perfect Jake. She’s perfect.” There was nothing but pure awe on your face. In that moment, Jake thought the same about you. You were the light of his life; absolutely perfect just the way you were. He chose not to say anything, smiling softly at the thought of his new family. 

A few minutes later, Jake was pulling into the driveway of your home. He hopped out and pulled your door open, helping you out before he grabbed your baby girl’s car seat. She was passed over to you as Jake collected the rest of your belongings from the back seat. 

You sucked in a soft breath, grasping your husband's hand as you brought your baby girl into the house for the first time. Aimee slept soundly in her car seat, unaware of the happiness building in your chest. Your family was home. 

Together, you and Jake brought her up to the cozy nursery. Jake had spent weeks putting it together, dragging Bradley and Bob in at various times to help him assemble the furniture. The sight of three large aviators bent over pieces of a crib in a pretty pink room made you giggle more than once. As Jake emptied the contents of the hospital bag onto the changing table, you set Aimee softly in her crib. One of the tips that the nurses gave you was that when the baby was sleeping, you should be sleeping. After the exhausting few days you’d had, you certainly weren’t one to disagree. 

Seeing that Aimee was peacefully asleep in her crib, you and Jake grabbed the baby monitor and headed down the hall toward your room. Your husband pushed the door open for you, chuckling quietly as you flopped onto the bed. You offered him a tired grin. 

Mirroring your smile, Jake set the monitor on the dresser and walked toward the bed. “Hey there, pretty girl,” There was a loving look in his eyes as he climbed onto the bed beside you. His fingers began to trace delicate patterns into the soft skin of your stomach. “How’s my beautiful wife doing?” 

Offering him another smile as your eyes fluttered closed. “I’m doing amazing Jake,” You whispered, “Thank you so much.” You squeezed his hand softly. Even though you didn’t directly say it, Jake knew exactly what you were thanking him for. You may have not been able to see it with your eyes closed, but the smile on his face showed exactly how much he loved you. He didn’t have to respond; you knew he would do anything for his girls. 

after years of dating, you and jake are officially happily married, with a beautiful daughter, evie. every spring, your family holds a special tradition of watching the cherry blossoms fully bloomed. on the afternoon you go to the park, you're surrounded by soft pink petals, with your little toddler running around, trying to catch the petals falling onto the ground.

the petals dropped one by one, painting the park in baby pink colours. you watched as evie ran across the path, her arms stretched out, trying to catch the petals in her tiny hands. her giggles filling the air.

"her personality is just like yours.." jake said, his fingers lacing with yours, walking next to you, letting evie in front of you.

you smile, leaning your head onto his shoulder for a moment — letting the whole world just stop. "she gets your eyes, though."

"guess i'm guilty." jake chortled.

every spring, since evie was born, the three of you would come here. the same park; in the heart of seoul. but every year, you still felt that same feeling of peace, even though evie was growing up way too quickly. this year, the blossoms were beautiful as ever.

you sat down on one of the benches, watching jake pick up evie in his arms. she laid her head on his chest, her little fingers picking at his shirt. a cherry blossom landing onto her waves, your hands reaching to softly take it out.

"do you remember the first time we came here? when evie was just born?" jake asked, placing one hand on evie as she snuggled more into jake's chest, her eyes growing heavier by the second.

you nodded, a smile blossoming onto your face. "when our lives changed forever."

jake smiled softly, his free hand brushing a strand of hair from your face. "growing up way too fast.."

you looked down at her, seeing your daughter's eyes already completely shut, her chest rising and slowly falling in jake's embrace. "our precious miracle.." you whispered.

jake squeezed your hand, looking into your eyes. "let's promise to come back here next year, and the next, and the next. forever."

you nodded again, your heart full of love. "always, baby."

as the two (three) of you got up, the cherry blossoms fluttered around you, the world around you just completely paused. it was just you, jake and your daughter in this world. together, until the end.

You freeze, eyes wide, your breath held in your lungs.

You stare down into the toddler bed, wincing as she moves, letting out a soft sound, before she stills. You watch for a beat longer, your eyes scanning over her as she begins to snore lightly, just a tiny sound, much more muted than Jake's, but similar in sound.

He'd marked her in every way, it seemed. Her big brown eyes, her smile, her snore, her sense of humor. It amazed you how funny a two year old could be, but Ellie was too much like her father.

And you loved every bit of it.

You watch just a moment longer, ensuring she's down for her nap, before you move.

You let out a quiet sigh, a sigh of relief, before you tiptoe out of the room. You leave the door open just a crack, enough to hear your daughter when she wakes up from her nap, then quietly make your way to your room.

“She's out,” you say triumphantly, grinning as Jake glances up at you from where he's laying across the mattress.

“I could've done that for you, baby,” he says softly, “I offered more than once–”

“You always get to put her to sleep,” you grumble, “She likes you more, it isn't fair.”

“She does not,” he argues with a disbelieving grin.

“She does.”

“Isn't this nice?” He says, letting his head fall against the mattress with a soft thud. “No parties, no daycare, no snotty children asking to hold the baby…”

“She's two, Jake, she's not a baby anymore,” you say, making your way to your dresser to find yet another outfit to wear to yet another Christmas party.

“She's my baby,” he says firmly, “How dare you.”

“I know, honey,” you say, flashing him a soft smile, “I can't believe she's two already…”

“I know,” he sighs, pushing himself up to sit, watching you closely as you move about the room. “Y/n.”

You hum, pulling out an older, worn Christmas sweater from the closet.

“Do you want another baby?”

You huff a laugh, pulling the sweater off the hanger, “I mean, probably. Yeah, in the future I would.”

He makes his way to you, grabbing the sweater from you, tossing it onto the bed, “How far in the future?” He asks, pulling you to him.

You frown, “I don't know…”

“Don't you want another?” He asks, lips brushing against your ear. “I want another baby.”

You huff a laugh, pulling back to give him a look, “After all the shit we just went through for Christmas?”

He smiles down at you, his hands cupping your face, “Yeah, even after all that. I think she could use a sibling or two.”

“Two?!” You ask, stepping back, “Now you're just talking crazy.”

“I'm talking like I want another baby,” he says with a pout, “Don't you?”

You sigh through your nose, “I do. But–”

“There we have it!” He says, grinning, “Let's get to work on another one then–”

“Jake!” You exclaim around a laugh.

“I'll give you another baby right now,” he says excitedly, “I'll give you two. Three, even.”

You stare at him with a bewildered grin, “You're insane.”

“I'm in love,” he says softly, stepping forward, his hands landing on your waist as he tugs you back to him, “With you. With my family.” He sighs gently, “Fuck, I want another baby.”

You melt into him, trailing a finger along his jaw, “I'm not saying no,” you start, and his eyes light up immediately, “But,” you tap your finger lightly against his nose, “Maybe after Christmas. After the holidays.”

He huffs a breath, feigning disappointment, “How about… If it happens, it happens,” he raises his eyebrows, grinning.

You laugh, “Now you're gonna try to get me pregnant.”

“Yes, I am,” he says, very matter-of-fact. “Actually,” He glances at the doorway, “She's asleep, we could see what happens now…”

You roll your eyes playfully, “No, we can't. We have another party to go to in an hour–”

“I can be quick,” he says with a shrug.

“No,” you place your hand on his chest, “It's the last party–”

“Christmas is fuckin’ over,” he says with a pout. “Why are we still doing Christmas parties?”

“The daycare was closed on Christmas! They're doing something for the kids.” You say with a laugh as you step away, “And besides, I told them you'd be Santa today, so we gotta get ready.”

“You evil woman,” he mutters as you pick up the Santa hat, holding it out to him, “Why would you do that?”

“Because,” you say with a grin when he grabs the hat from you with a frown, “You make a cute Santa.”

“Fine,” he grumbles, “But you owe me.”

“What do I owe you, honey?” You ask, giggling when he shoves the hat on.

“A baby,” he says with a wicked gleam in his eyes.

“You're such a shithead.”

“Do we have a deal?”

You squint at him, crossing your arms, “Deal.”

He grins, nodding his head, “Merry fuckin’ Christmas,” he says cheerfully, “Let's get this shit over with.”

—

His words play over and over again in your head.

I want another baby.

Fuck, you do too.

You have for quite some time.

Especially with moments like now, when Jake's holding Ellie, grinning at her and talking to her as she babbles in her little toddler language to him.

But you're tired.

You've been going nonstop for the past week, both you and Jake going from party to party, from house to house, celebrating the holiday with everyone who wished you'd come.

And the daycare party– with screaming kids and crying babies, the prim and proper holier-than-thou parents, single moms eyeing Jake– you want to hit some of them upside the head with your daughter's sippy cup.

You want to fake an illness and go home and go to sleep.

You want Jake to get you pregnant again.

There was something primal that had been awakened inside of you at the sight of him around kids and the babies, the light in his eyes as they talk to him, the way his arms look when he holds Ellie in them.

Yeah, you want another baby.

You'd made up your mind about it before he'd even asked, but you'd put it off. It was hard enough with one kid, but with two? It scared you almost. You weren’t sure you had it in you.

Then again, you didn't think you had it in you to be a mom at all.

You're lost in your head, staring at the wall across from you, when you feel someone nudge your shoulder.

“You okay?” It's Jake, standing there with Ellie in his arms as he lightly frowns at you.

“Yeah,” you breathe, smiling when Ellie says a small Hi mama. You lean in, pressing a kiss to her cheek. “Hi, baby.”

He's still frowning, “Hey…”

“I'm okay,” you insist, “I'm just tired.”

“Mama needs a nap,” Ellie says to Jake.

He grins at her, “Does she?”

She nods, laying her head against his chest, reaching up to toy with the fuzzy ball at the end of his Santa hat he's still wearing.

“You wanna show mama what we made her for Christmas?” He asks her, pressing a kiss to her hair.

She perks up, grinning as she hands you a crumpled paper cut into a snowflake. Your heart melts as your eyes land on their names scribbled across one side of it, clearly Jake's handwriting, but he says, “Ellie wrote our names,” he shoots you a wink as she nods proudly.

“Oh, wow,” you say, huffing a soft laugh, “Good job, honey,” you tell her, smiling as she grins at Jake.

He shoots her a wink, before he looks at you again, “You sure you're alright, mama?”

“I'm sure,” you say softly, glancing over at one of the ones you'd seen practically undressing Jake with her eyes earlier, finding her still trying to inconspicuously watch him.

He smiles knowingly, giving you a look that tells you to settle. “I love you,” he says firmly.

“I love you too,” you mutter.

He leans in, leaving a chaste kiss to your lips that makes Ellie squeal a laugh as she wrinkles her nose.

“My daddy,” she says, her tiny arm wrapping around his neck protectively. He grins at you, patting her back as she pouts.

“He was mine first,” you say teasingly.

“Mine now,” she responds, grinning as she nestles closer into him.

“Can we share him?” You cross your arms.

She sighs, big and dramatic, “Yeah,” she says unhappily.

“Thank you,” you say, glaring at Jake as he sticks his tongue out at you.

“You wanna go get some more candy?” He asks her, like it's a secret.

She immediately grins, “Yeah!”

“C'mon, let's get some more,” he says, turning towards the table where the sweets are laid out.

“Don't give her too much candy, Jake–”

“I know, baby,” he says softly, shooting you a look that makes you squint again.

And as they wander to the table you can hear her babbling to him about getting you candy, and whatever else she says in her toddler jargon. And you watch as he talks back, pretending to have a full conversation with her.

And you want another baby.

—

You'd never been so happy to be home.

The second you walk through the door, your shoulders slump in relief. Jake walks in behind you, Ellie sleeping in his arms as he quietly shuts the door behind him.

“Do you think she's out for the night?” He asks softly, nodding toward where she's passed out on his shoulder.

“I think so,” you whisper, rubbing your hand over her back, “Do you wanna put her to bed or do you want me to?”

He hums, “I can do it, sweetheart,” he murmurs, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek as he moves past you, “Don't you worry your pretty little head about it.”

You huff a laugh as he trudges up the stairs, careful with your daughter sleeping peacefully on him, and you turn to lock the door behind you.

You quietly make your way upstairs, humming softly to Christmas carols as you pull out your pajamas for the night.

You slip your shirt off, turning when you hear Jake from the doorway, “Don't even waste your time with those,” he says, nodding toward your pajamas when you frown at him.

“Jake–”

He closes the distance before you can say anything else, a grin lighting up your face when he grabs your shirt you had bunched in your hands, tossing it away.

“We made a deal,” he says warmly, his eyebrows jumping as his hands sneak around your ribs, fingers hooking in the clasps of your bra.

“You're ridiculous,” you say, laughing regardless as the bra loosens from your shoulders.

“You love it,” he whispers, pulling the material away from you.

“Arrogant,” you add, placing your hands under the hem of his shirt, tugging it up, letting out a content sigh when he slips it over his head.

“Confident,” he corrects, “I know better.”

You hum, your eyes following his hands as they unbutton your jeans. “You've let it go to your head,” you mutter, shimmying your jeans down your thighs.

“Maybe,” he grins, leaning in to place a kiss to your cheek, “But I'm gonna get you pregnant.”

“Sounds like a threat,” you breathe, your lower half warming despite yourself.

“It is,” he teases, “You look so fuckin’ good with my baby in you, you know that?”

You let out a soft laugh, your hands falling to his arms when he grabs your waist, pulling you toward the bed, “You might’ve told me that once or twice.”

“Fuck, I can't wait,” he breathes, nudging you backward onto the mattress. You smile softly, biting your lower lip when he unbuttons his own jeans, making quick work of them before he climbs over you.

You lift your hips, letting your head roll to the side as he tugs your panties down your legs. “I'm still a little mad,” you say honestly.

“Why, baby?” He asks, fingers looping past the waistband of his underwear, tugging them down just enough to free himself.

“That… skank from today,” you grumble, “Practically undressing you with her eyes. Like I wasn't even there!”

“Oh you silly girl,” he says, his hands pulling at your thighs, wrapping them around his waist as he settles between them.

“M'not silly,” you argue, your eyes fluttering when he rocks slowly against you, the head dragging along your sick heat teasingly. “I know–” Your breath hitches when the head catches at your entrance, just the tip pushing in barely, “I know what those women were thinking about you.”

“How do you know?” He asks, prompting you.

“Because I– Fuck, you looked so good. The whole time, all I could think about was you putting another baby in me,” you admit, “I want it so bad.”

“Yeah?” He murmurs, his hand cradling your head as he finally pushes in all the way, your breath leaving you in a sigh as he settles in to the hilt. “You think any of them even stand a chance against you, sweetheart?”

“No,” you breathe out, “But I didn't like them seeing you like that.”

“Greedy little thing,” he mutters, eyes focused on where he moves slowly in and out of you, and you're not sure if he means you or your pulsing heat sucking him in. Probably both.

“I want another baby,” you whisper.

“I'll give you one,” he promises, his hips moving faster, harder, just enough to make you move with each thrust. “Fuck, I'll give you a baby.”

“Please,” you ask, your hands grabbing onto his arms, nails digging in lightly.

His teeth grit together, his jaw tight before he huffs a laugh, “I'm not even gonna last long,” he breathes.

“It's okay,” you say in a sigh, “Me neither.”

“It's all I can fuckin’ think about,” he says, dropping to his forearms, his hands tangling into your hair, holding you tightly yet still tenderly, protectively.

“Me too,” you hum when he angles his hips right, sending his cock hitting against your walls just right with every thrust of his hips.

His hand moves, slowly trailing over your stomach, pressing over it as he circles his thumb over your skin, “You want daddy to make you a mama again?”

“Yes,” you gasp.

He groans, low and rough, “You want your pretty little tummy full? Swollen with my baby?”

“Please,” you whine, “Please, Jake– Put a baby in me, please.”

“I'm gonna,” he murmurs, “Gonna fill you up, make you so full you'll be leaking for days, sweet girl.”

Jake's eyes lock onto yours, dark with that primal hunger, but there's a softness in the way he leans down, his breath warm against your skin.

"You want this, don't you, baby?" he growls low, his voice rough around the edges yet laced with affection. "Want me to breed you, fill that tight pussy until you're swollen with my baby?" His words hit you like a spark, making your core clench as he pistons his hips just right.

You nod, breathless, your hands reaching for his shoulders, feeling the tension in his muscles.

The intensity makes you gasp, your walls gripping him tight as he starts to move, hips snapping forward with controlled power, each drive hitting that spot inside that sends jolts through your body.

"That's it, honey," he murmurs, his hand sliding up to cup your breast, thumb circling your nipple gently, pounding into you with relentless rhythm.

His other hand grips your hip, fingers digging in just enough to hold you steady, but he strokes your skin soothingly between thrusts.

"Gonna pump you full, make you mine in every way. Feel how hard I am for you? All for breeding this sweet cunt."

The mix of his filthy promises and the tender brush of his lips against your collarbone has you arching up, meeting his strokes. Your pussy flutters around his cock, slick and hot, as he grinds deeper, the tip nudging your cervix with each forceful plunge.

“Fuck, baby, touch me– Please.”

He shifts, his fingers finding your clit, rubbing in firm circles, babying your clit in a way that draws out moans from your throat, “Want you to come for me, mama,” he encourages, “Come all over my cock, help me out.”

You whine, digging your nails in deeper as an attempt to steady yourself, to level out as he pushes you closer to your orgasm.

“Come on,” he whispers, knowing– feeling– just how close you are, “Gimme a good one and I'll come right inside this pretty pussy.”

“Jake–” You're right on the edge, knowing you only need a little more, just a few words, a few circles of his fingers, his hips slamming into yours. "Jake– yes, please," you whimper, your nails scraping lightly down his back, pulling him closer.

"Good girl," he praises, voice husky and warm, leaning in to capture your lips in a heated kiss, tongues tangling as his body covers yours. "You're taking me so well, baby. Clench around me like that– I want you round and glowing, carrying our baby because you begged for it."

His thrusts turn brutal yet loving, hips crashing against yours, the slap of skin echoing as sweat slicks your bodies together.

The pressure builds fast, your clit throbbing under his touch, his cock stretching you to the limit with every invasion. He breaks the kiss to whisper against your ear, "Come on, sweetheart, let it happen. Milk my cock, pull every drop into that pussy. I'm gonna breed you just right, baby."

You shatter then, crying out as your orgasm crashes over you, waves of pleasure pulsing through your core. Your pussy spasms wildly around him, gushing wet as you ride the high, legs wrapping tight around his waist to keep him buried deep.

He follows with a deep groan, thrusting one last time, hard and claiming, as his cock pulses inside you. His warm release fills you, coating your walls and seeping toward your womb. "Fuck," he rasps, the dirty edge softened by the way he nuzzles your neck, kissing the pulse there. "All mine, full and perfect. Gonna make sure it sticks, honey."

He stays lodged inside, his weight pressing you into the mattress gently now, aftershocks making you both shiver.

His hand rests on your belly, fingers tracing soft patterns over the skin as his lips find yours again in a lingering kiss. "I love you like this," he breathes, voice tender amid the lingering heat. "We'll do it again soon– keep filling you until you're pregnant.”

“Please,” you breathe out, your hands smoothing over his shoulders, the feel of his skin grounding you.

He reluctantly pulls back, pushing up as he slips out of you. His eyes land between your quivering thighs, watching as his release trickles out of you.

He hums, the sound almost chastising, before he slips two fingers inside of you, pushing it back into you, “Keep it inside, honey,” he whispers.

“Jake,” you choke out his name as he curls his fingers, his eyebrows furrowing as he watches his hand move.

He shushes you gently, easing his fingers out, lips parting at the sight of your slick mixing with his release on his fingers, “Fuck,” he breathes, “You're okay, baby, just keep me in there, yeah?”

“Yeah,” you sigh, your chest heaving as he pushes his fingers in one more time, before he pulls away.

He leans over you, his lips capturing yours in a soft kiss, gentle and sweet, as his lips work against yours.

He sits up, eyes trailing over you, as he rakes a hand through his sweat-damp hair, “You think it worked?” He asks with a grin.

“I dunno," you manage to say, “We'll see.”

“Guess we'll have to keep trying, won't we?”

“I'm okay with that,” you say with a grin.

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Jake’s hands held onto your hips as he backed you up into his room, kicking the door shut behind him and reaching back to lock it.

His lips never leaving yours.

You giggle as he lifts you up, his hands squeezing your ass as he walks you over to the bed. His body hovers over yours, your legs still hooked around his waist as your hand runs through his hair.

He trails the kisses down your neck and you let out a moan as he bites and sucks a mark into your skin.

He groans lowly as you tug on his hair, reaching down with your other hand to bunch your dress up, “Please.”

Jake pushes himself up, lifting his tank up and off his body before reaching down to spread your legs open wider. His bottom lip pulls between his teeth as he looks from your soaked panties up to your face.

He smirks, “Take’em off.”

You bend your legs up, lifting your hips from the bed as you slide the fabric down over your legs.

He doesn’t miss a beat, moving to place his head between your thighs and licking a stripe up your needy core, “Fuck, you taste so good.”

You let out a moan, your hips bucking as your hand flings to the back of his head, “Fuck, Jake.” Your back arches upward as his lips close around your clit, earning a gasp from you.

Your fingers lace through his hair, tugging and pulling at his hair, “Oh fuck, Jake.” Your eyes roll back as he tilts his head down, slipping his tongue into you.

Your legs lock around his head, moan after moan rolling from your tongue.

His fingertips dig into your hips, pulling you as close as he can get you.

“F-fuck, fuck. D-don’t stop.” You throw your head back, your hand slamming down onto the bed and gripping the blanket below you for leverage as you feel yourself getting closer and closer, “I-I- yesyesyes.”

You roll your hips, “fuuuck.”

He’s quick to replace his tongue with two of his fingers, moving his mouth back up to suck your clit.

“Shit, shit, yes. Fuck.” You look down at him, your jaw falling slack as you’d watch his tongue draw circles on the sensitive nub.

He glances up at you, locking eyes as his fingers thrust in and out. He picks his head up, his fingers still moving, “Gonna cum for me?”

You nod your head quickly, propping yourself up on your elbows, “Yes, yes. Fuck.”

He drops his head back down, his tongue continuing to paint circles.

You fall back, your hand moving to slip into his hair, pulling as you feel yourself coming undone for him.

Back off the bed, heels digging into his upper back, hand pulling the dark locks on his head, and loud moans ripping from your throat as he guides you through your high.

You feel his fingers slip out and he sits up, undoing his jeans before quickly pushing them and his boxers down his thighs.

He leans down, his lips connecting to yours as he fights to kick them off. Propping himself up on his forearm, he reaches down with his other hand and drags the head of his cock against your aching slit.

You move your hips, reaching up to grab the sides of his neck. You freeze, your grip tightening as you feel him slip in.

He looks down at you, almost like he’s shocked this is happening, “Fucking hell.” He slams his lips onto yours, thrusting into you, which earns a gasp from both of you.

Your arms slide around his neck and his hand slides up your body, pulling down your dress to reveal your bare boobs.

You moan loudly, not giving a fuck about who hears, “Feels so good, baby.” You lift your head, connecting your lips to his.

His hand moves between each one of your boobs, squeezing and kneading each one, “You feel so good.” He mumbles lowly, “So fucking good, baby.”

Your nails drag across his back, leaving red trails as they go, “J-Jake, Jake, fuckfuckfuck.” Your back arches, chest pressed against his as your walls squeeze his cock, “I-“

Your words were replaced by a constant string of moans. The pleasure was scrambling your brain, along with the alcohol, all you could do was make noise.

“So fuckin’ pretty.” Jake’s lips crash into yours, “You close, baby?”

You nod, tilting your head back as he moves to kiss down it again, “U-uh huh.”

“God you sound so beautiful, too.” He nips your ear, kissing back to your lips. Your nails sink into his shoulders as your walls close around him, reaching desperately for another release.

“I want you to cum for me.”

“Cum for me, baby.”

His voice was just enough for that tight band in your stomach to snap. Your legs tighten around his waist and the room is filled with moan after moan.

He fucks you through your high, guiding you through it with such roughness, you felt like you could cum again, “I- fu-“

You whine in place of your words, your nails adding more lines to the artwork on his back, “Fuck, babe.” He moans, his thrusts growing sloppy by the second, “Where.. where do you want me?”

“Pull out.” You whisper, your lip pulling between your teeth, “Or don’t, I don’t care.”

He smirks, shaking his head as he presses his lips to yours. You feel his hips pulls back, his cock slipping out of you and finally, his cum land on the inside of your thigh.

He leans his head back, looking down at you as he whispers, “You’re not going to regret this tomorrow, are you?”

You rock your head side to side, “No, are you?”

“Fuck no.” He laughs and sits up, “Hold on.” He gets up, walking over to grab something to wipe you off with. You watch as he cleans you up before sitting up, “Where are my-“ you lean, grabbing your panties from the floor, “Found them.”

Jake stands up, putting his clothes back on as he watches you fix your dress, “Ready to go back out and party some more?”

You give him a smile and nod, “Let’s go.”

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Ｆｏｕｒ ｗｅｅｋｓ ｌａｔｅｒ

The day after Jake and Johnnie’s party, was the beginning to your schedule being jam packed full for the next few weeks.

You had photoshoots, talk shows, videos to shoot and guest appear on.

You barely had time to think, let alone time for yourself since you were always traveling place to place with someone.

Each time you did have a second to think, your mind would go back to the night you spent with Jake.

You and him have talked about what happened, now it’s like an inside joke between the two of you, so you can’t help but giggle every time you do think of it. You weren’t planning to do it again, but if the chance were to ever arise again, neither of you were opposed to turning it down.

You were scrolling through your phone on set of the commercial you were shooting when your assistant, Gia, comes walking in, “Sorry I’m late!”

You spin your chair, resting your phone in your lap, “No worries.” You give her a smile, “Was it traffic?”

“No, no. My period decided to make a surprise appearance and I had nothing packed for it. I thought I had my little case with stuff in it, but I must have left it at home on my bed.”

You furrow your brows, “Yeah, that does suck. Did you..” you pull your phone up, clicking into your period app, “Um, did you end up getting stuff?”

You stare at the screen, reading the words, Your period is six days late, over and over again.

“Yeah that why I’m late, I had to wad up toilet paper and go down to the drugstore and get a box of tampons.” She stops, “Are you okay?”

You lock your phone, swallowing as you nod, “Yeah, yeah. I just got asked to come on a podcast. Just more stress added to the mess, right?”

“You can say no. You do know that right?” She laughs slightly, “You’re human, too.”

“Yeah, yeah.” You nod, “I think I might. I can feel my patience wearing thin with all of this traveling and not being able to be home.”

“If they left an email, send it to me and I’ll decline it for you.” She smiles and looks around, “I’m going to go find the director of this thing and get this show on the road so you can get out of here.”

You nod, unlocking your phone again and going over the tracker.

You were in disbelief. Your period was always on time, rarely ever late.

Stress, it’s just stress, you think to yourself, stress can cause periods to be late.. right?

You shake your head, your heart skipping a beat as you see a text from Jake appear at the top of your screen, Good luck with today’s commercial. You’re going to crush it like you always do!

You smile slightly as you type back, Thanks, waiting for the director to come get me. Kinda nervous.

You send that message and type out another one, Hey, when we get back, we need to talk.

You stare at the words but end up deleting them as you shake your head. You felt your eyes start to burn from the potential tears and you spin around to the mirror to stop them from falling and ruining your makeup.

“Y/n.”

You jump at Gia’s voice and spin around, “Are they ready?”

She gives you a nod and tilts her head, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah.” You take a deep breath and force a smile, “I’m good, let’s do this.”

You follow her to set and get the ball rolling, but the whole time you were supposed to be focused on the commercial, your mind was elsewhere.

“Y/n?” The director waves his hand, “You with us?”

“Yeah, yes.” You sit up straighter, “I’m here.”

He nods, “Okay, so you’re going to hold up the bottle of perfume, spritz it and say your line, got it?”

You nod, “Bottle up, push down, words. Yes.”

He nods again, looking around at everyone before calling action. You lift the bottle up, pushing down on the stop, “No elegance is possible without perfume.”

“Cut! That was perfect!” The director claps and you smile, setting down the bottle of perfume, “Thanks.” You walk over to the camera and watch them play it back.

Jake was right, you did crush it.

Jake.

Your heart starts to race and you look around for a chair to sit down in. You take a few deep breathes and Gia walks over, “Have you eaten today?”

You look up at her, “No, I think that’s my problem.” You laugh slightly and she rolls her eyes with a laugh, “Y/n.”

“I know, I know. I need to eat, it’s important, blah blah blah.” You laugh, covering up your anxiousness, “we can go after this. We only have one more thing to do, right?”

She nods, “Yes. Should be quick and easy, you just have to walk a few steps, turn and they’ll zoom in on the perfume bottle in your hand.”

“Great.” You stand up, “Let’s just get this done and over with.”

“Can I- if it doesn’t overstep, are you really okay? Besides being hungry? You just seem really off today, off camera at least.”

“Can we not talk about this here?”

She nods, “Yes, of course. I’m sorry if-“

“No, no. I just.. this isn’t a conversation for everyone here to hear, you know?”

She nods, “Totally get that. I’ll see if we can get things going and then we can go.” She walks away and soon enough you’re called to stage.

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As soon as you get to the car, you look at her, “Can you buy me a pregnancy test or two?”

She stares at you, kind of shocked, “Y-yeah, yeah. Do you want to go now?”

“We can eat first. If I don’t eat I might pass out and if I am pr-“ you sigh, unable to say the word, “If I am.. I need to eat anyway, so.”

“Where would you like to go?”

You pick up food on the way to the drug store. You stayed out in the car to eat while Gia went inside.

As soon as she walks out of the doors with the bag in her hands, you felt like you could puke.

“I got you four. I got two digital and two regular line ones.” She says as she closes her door, “You still okay?”

You nod, “I just.. I’m going to be honest, this is a shock to me.” You laugh, “It was one night, one.. drunken night that really didn’t mean anything and now it could potentially cost me a friendship.”

“Oh.” She raises her brows, “It’s one of those situations.”

You slowly nod, raising your brows, “It’s one of those situations.” You tilt your head, “I mean, it’s not weird between us, we have talked about it and now it’s kind of like an inside joke, but at the same time, I don’t think either one of us thought this would happen.”

“Have you had any symptoms of it?” She glances over at you as she drives, “Like have you felt sick or anything?”

“No, nothing, but isn’t that weird? Like aren’t I supposed to have symptoms?” You take a sip of your drink and she shrugs, “Not necessarily, some women go weeks without having any kind of symptoms at all. My sister, when she had my nephew, she didn’t find out until almost her second trimester.”

“That’s crazy. Like I’ve heard stories about people not even knowing they were pregnant until giving birth but like, I don’t know.”

“It’s different when it’s you going through this, but hey. We don’t even know if that’s the case. You’re getting yourself worked up over nothing.”

Your phone vibrates in your lap and you let out a sigh, “Fuck, it’s the potential baby daddy.” You let out a laugh as you slide to answer, “Hey, Jake.”

“Hey! How’d it go?”

“Pretty well actually. They said it’ll be out within the next week, but they’re send me the video as soon as it’s done, so I’ll get to see it first.”

“I want the link. I need to see how good you crushed this shit.” Jake laughs, “When will you be home?”

“Um, probably within the next day or two, but I have the other talk show and then a few photoshoots to do. I should be free within the next week or so.”

“Alright, I want to do a car stream with you, I keep getting comments about when they’re doing to see you next and I want to deliver.”

You tilt your head, “Yeah, definitely plan it. I’ll look at my schedule when I get back to the hotel and I’ll text you.”

“Sounds good.” Jake pauses, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m good. Why?”

“You haven’t really been texting and I just want to make sure that we’re still good from-“

You cut him off, “Please, that doesn’t both me. You know I’d do it again.” You laugh to cover the nervousness and he laughs, too, “I mean, we can plan that too if you-“

“Jake.” You laugh, letting out a sigh, “I gotta go. I’m back at the hotel.”

“Alright, talk later.” He laughs and you roll your eyes with a slight smile, “Talk later.”

You hang up and look at Gia, “It’s Jake!?”

“Shut up!” You cover your face with your hands, “Don’t, do that. Don’t.” You look at her and she raises her hands, “I’m just.. not surprised, okay. I’ve been waiting for the day you guys come out as a couple.”

“Do we really act like that?”

She scoffs, “with the way that you two look at each other.. I’m shocked no one else has said anything.” She grabs the bag, “Now come on. Let’s go find out if you’re freaking out over something or nothing.”

You make your way up to the hotel room, walking in and snatching the bag from her hand, “can you come with me. I’m scared.”

“Right behind you.” She laughs and follows you into the bathroom.

You grab the first box and open it up.

“Oh wait. I’ll go get a cup so you can do them all at once.” Gia walks out and you stand there, anxiously picking at the cardboard until she returns.

You take it, moving to sit down on the toilet while holding the cup under you. You tried to pee, but nothing, “I think I’m nervous.”

“Here.” She turns the tap on, “Try this.”

It worked.

You lean over, setting the cup down on the counter and finishing up before moving to wash your hands. You dip the first stick in, then the second, then the third, then the fourth.

You step back, turning around to face the wall, “Oh my god. I can’t look.”

“You should. The line ones are already dark as hell.”

“Huh!?” You whip around, flying to the counter and you feel your soul leave your body, “Oh my god.” You whisper, barely audible, “Oh.. my god.”

“Hey, hey. It’s okay.” She takes your hand, “Look at me.” She nods when you look at her, “It’s okay. It’s okay. It’s going to be okay.”

You swallow, “Oh my god.”

“Why don’t you go out and sit on the couch, lay down for a little bit.” She opens the bathroom door and leads you out to the couch, “You’re good. I promise.”

“Let me know what the other ones say.” You lay down, laying your hand over your face, “Oh my god.”

You felt like you were in shock. Your mind absolutely racing about what Jake is going to say, what he might do.

He may lose it, he may want nothing to do with you.

He may be happy, he might want you to not leave his side.

Your mind kept bouncing back and forth between the options and you felt like you were spinning.

“They’re both positive.” She says as she walks out of the bathroom, “What do you want to do, do you want to call J-“

“No!” You cut her off, “No, no. This.. this is something I want, need to do in person.”

She nods, “Alright. Okay. If you need to cancel anything, let me know and I’ll do it as discreetly as I can.”

You nod, “I think-“ you sit up, “I think, I’m going to be sick.” You get up and run to the bathroom, and lo and behold, you were.

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Ｔｗｏ ｗｅｅｋｓ ｌａｔｅｒ

You pushed through the week after finding out, but this week, you couldn’t do it. You were slammed with morning sickness, you were bloated to what felt like the max extent, you just felt terrible overall.

You had Gia cancel everything, saying you had the flu or some sort of bug you caught on one of your previous trips.

You’ve been lying to everyone about where you were at, saying how Paris was so beautiful this time of year, but the only view of Paris you had was the photo of the Eiffel Tower hanging on your bedroom wall.

“Hey.” Gia gently taps on the door, “Are you feeling alright?” She walks around sits on your bed, “Y/n.”

You look up at her and she furrows her brows, “You look pale. Have you drank anything, ate anything?”

You shake your head, “I haven’t gotten out of bed since..” you look at the clock on your wall, “Six this morning?”

“Y/n, honey. You need-“ she stops talking as you sit up, leaning over to puke into your small garbage can, “Okay.” She holds your hair back, “Man this hit you hard. Maybe you should-“

“Can you take me to the er. I want to get an ultrasound, make sure everything is okay.”

She nods, “Yeah, come on.”

The ride to the hospital is silent as you talked yourself into not throwing up in her car.

Once you arrive to the hospital, you walk in, hood up, sunglasses on and you quietly tell the front desk lady that you don’t want any attention drawn.

She nods, walking you into the triage room to take your vitals and everything. She asks you the questions and you answer them, filling her in on the last few weeks.

They get you back into a room, do the routine examination, and then it’s time to go for an ultrasound.

As you’re laying on the table, you can’t help but feel like something was off. Nothing bad, but you just felt like there was just something else coming.

“Alright, let’s get a look here and- oh!”

“Oh? Oh what?” You lift your head and the tech looks at you, “You did know you were pregnant, right?”

You nod, “Yeah? I tested like two weeks ago. All four came up positive right away.”

“Hmm, okay. Um, is this the first ultrasound that you’ve had with this pregnancy?” She looks at you and you nod, “It is.”

She turns the screen towards you, still keeping the wand on your belly, “So.. there is two babies right here.”

“T-two?” You sit up slightly and she points to the screen, “So here’s baby A. And then over here to the left is baby B.”

“Two babies?!”

You felt like you were going to pass out, “Oh Jesus Christ.” You lay back down, your arm folding over your eyes, “Two.. babies?”

“Yes, ma’am. Two babies.”

You take a deep breath, “Okay. Okay.” You take another deep breath, “This is not what I expected, I don’t know what thing I did, but this.. was not it.”

“Getting the news of twins is not an easy thing. Is the father in the picture by chance?”

You nod, “I mean, he’s a friend who I drunkenly slept with like a month, little over a month ago.” You sigh, “I’m going to tell him.. I promise I just..” you scoff, “I think I just need to process this before I do.”

“Do you have anyone here?”

“Yeah, my assistant is here with me. She’s in my room waiting for me.” You shake your head, “Oh my god.”

“I’ll take you back, I think they’re going to give you fluids and then you’ll be sent home.”

You nod, “Thank you.“

She takes you back to your room and Gia stands up, “Everything okay?”

You nod, “uh huh. Just perfect. Wonderful. Everything you can possibly imagine.” She walks over, “Okay. You’re freaking out, what happened?”

“Twins.” You blurt out, “Not one baby. But two babies are in there just making themselves cozy and I-“

“Okay. Okay. Deep breath. Deep breath.”

You close your eyes, taking a few slow breathes, “What the fuck am I going to do?” You ask calmly as you look up at her. She runs her hand over your hair, “You’re going to tell Jake so you aren’t doing this alone, okay?”

“Yeah, yeah.” You rest your head back, “Yeah.”

The nurse comes in and gives you fluids, and after an hour or so, you’re being discharged. You change and exit the hospital and make your way back to your house.

As you’re sitting out in the car with Gia, you take a deep breath, “I’ll tell Jake to come pick me up.”

“Good, good.” She nods, “Do you feel okay to go anywhere? I can stay until he comes.”

“I think I’ll have him buy me food, I am pretty hungry now, but I also have to pee.” You laugh slightly and bring your phone up, “Okay.”

You call Jake, and he answers within the first few rings, “Well look who it is. I didn’t expect to hear from you, little miss busy bee. Whats up?”

You laugh slightly, “Yeah, Jake, about that. I need you to come pick me up.”

He’s silent for a second, “You know I can’t just..drive to Paris right?”

“From my house. I’m not in Paris.” You sigh, “I’ll explain it then, just.. don’t tell anyone you’re coming to get me.”

“Um, yeah. Okay. I’ll be right there. Do you need anything?”

“We can go for food once you get me?” You look over at Gia and she smiles, giving you a nod. You look back out the window and sigh, “Thank you.”

“Yeah, no problem. I’m leaving no-“ he stops when Johnnie yells, “Where are you going?”

“None of your fucking business.” Jake yells back, failing to stifle back laughter, “I’ll be back in a little.”

“I’m hanging up now.”

“Not if I be-“

You hang up, laughing slightly as you rest your head back, “Fuck, okay.”

Gia reaches over and takes your hand, “It’ll be okay. Jake might be in shock at first, but he won’t leave you stranded.”

“I know, it’s just..” you pause, trying not to cry, “It’s scary.”

She nods, “It is. But you’ll get through it.. I promise.”

You get out, walking into the house so you can go to the bathroom before you leave with Jake. Once you finish, you walk out to the living room, sitting down on the couch.

“Did they give you pictures?” Gia asks and you nod, “Oh, shit. Yes.” You pull the ultrasound from your hoodie pocket and hand them to her, “That’s baby A and then right there is baby B.”

“They’re already the cutest little things ever.” She laughs slightly, “I know this is scary now, but I’m so happy for you.”

You nod, “The longer it sits with me, the happier I’m becoming.”

You get a text from Jake saying he’s here and you sigh, “I’ll keep you posted. You can hang out here until I get back or whatever.”

She nods, “I have some stuff to do, but I’ll have my phone on me.”

You nod and walk out to Jake’s car, taking a deep breath before getting in, “Hi.” You look over at him and he furrows his brows, “I don’t- please don’t take this the wrong way, but you don’t look so good.”

“I know, I don’t feel it either.” You laugh slightly and he tilts his head, “Are you sick or, did you catch a bug? Why aren’t you in Paris?”

“One question at a time, Jake. But first, can we get food, I’m starving.” You buckle up and he nods, “You tell me where and I’ll take you there.”

You smile, “Thank you.”

After getting food, you drive to a spot and park, “So.” You start out, “I just want to start off by saying I am so sorry.”

Jake tilts his head, “For?”

“I’ve been home all week.”

He furrows his brows, “You’re apologizing to me because you wanted to spend a week along after working non stop for five or six or whatever weeks? That’s not something you need to apologize for, y/n.”

“No that-“ you sigh, “When I was in New York shooting that commercial, I found out something and I just-“ you take a deep breath, “I’m pregnant, Jake.”

He stares at you, slowly pointing to himself as his brows raise upward.

You nod, “Mhm.”

“From..” he draws an arch with his finger and you nod, “Mhm. Haven’t been with anyone else since.. you, but that’s not-“

“We’re having a baby?” He looks around, “We’re having a baby.” He looks at you, a smile growing on his face and you nod, “Yeah, but Jake, I-“

“No, y/n, we can do this. Okay?” He looks out the window, taking a deep breath, “I promise you. I’ll get my shit together and-“

“There’s two.”

(A/n: I saved this picture just so I can give reference as to what Jake’s reaction looks like LMAO)

He stops, slowly turning his head towards you, “Two.. what?”

“Babies.” You stare back at him, pulling the ultrasound from your hoodie pocket, “Two. Babies. Two.”

He holds his stare, not daring to move a muscle.

“Jake..” you blink, “Hey, can you..” you wave a hand in front of his face, “Say something. Anything. A noise. Something.”

You take a deep breath, your voice going up higher, “Please.. I’m starting to freak out here.”

“Two..” he whispers, “T-twins?”

You nod, “Yeah, look.” You extend your arm over, holding the ultrasound in front of him, “Baby A, and..” You point, “..Baby B.”

“T-two.. babies..” Jake slowly takes the ultrasound, “Twins. We’re.. having.. twins.”

“Yes, Jake. Two babies, twins. Twins, two babies. Two for the price of one..” You swallow, trying not to cry, “I-I understand if you-“

“Don’t.. even finish that sentence.” He turns towards you in his seat, reaching out to cup your face, “Listen to me. We are going to be okay. I know this is scary, and kind of weird..” he tilts his head, giving it a shake before looking back at you, “But we’re going to be fine.”

“You mean you’re not-“

He leans in, pressing his lips to yours, “I’m not going anywhere without you or our babies.”

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I hope it’s good, I wrote this on maybe a full 40 minutes of sleep 🥲 I love you all. Thank you for reading! 🖤 Catch you in the next one!

•Jake spoils your children rotten. Your daughter mentions in passing that she wants a pet, there’s a dog in your house the next day. Your son says he wants to start playing baseball, Jake buys him a bat, glove, and helmet within the next few hours.

•Jake LOVES celebrating the holidays with his family. Especially thanksgiving. He loves seeing his children and partner sitting around the table. Nothing makes his heart feel more full.

•Jake is a very overbearing parent. He definitely creates a life360 circle when your kids are older.

• Cries every year on their first day of school.

•Loves teaching your kids about his job and aviation.

•Hates seeing your children cry. Even when they’re babies he can not stand the tears and will do anything to make them stop.

•Coaches all of your kids sports teams.

•Forces his family to take yearly Christmas/Holiday photos. (And sends them to his family back in Texas.)

•Hates that your kids love Bradley so much. He can’t stand your kids excitement when they hear “Uncle”Bradley is coming over.