thinking about dad!johnb who just looks so fucking good to you after you have your baby together.

maybe it’s the way he’s grown out his beard a little, adopting a scruffier look all around because he often didn’t have the time to get his hair cut as frequently either, stuffing a fisherman-type cap over his brunette waves. tv dinners became a little more frequent for him, and he didn’t have time to swim as often — only lift weights, so he’d naturally gotten a little thicker around the middle and chest, thighs bulging just that little extra — yet his arms thick and stronger than ever.

he’d really started to fill the ‘dad’ boots. walking around with your nearly one year old girl on his hip, his low voice mumbling conversationally as you wander ahead with a shopping cart doing the groceries, barely concentrating, just running off the soft lull of his voice in the background drone.

you liked him best when your daughter would be napping and he’d be on the couch, looking a little sleepy with his head tilted back against the cushion and his thighs spread. when he’s not at home with his girl he works long shifts at the docks — so his hands are all rough and he’s got the odd scratch and scrape which makes him all the more homely. all the more manly too, helping you tap effortlessly into your feminine as you snuggle up to him in a little sundress and cardigan— laying your body half on his.

“shes down?” he refers to your sleeping child, brows raised a little in interest. you busy yourself with nuzzling into his jaw with kisses, having been desperate to get your hands on him.

“mhm. just us…” you hum, feeling his cheeks expand into a smile.

“is that so?” he croons, still managing to be a goofball despite everything.

“missed you.” you sigh, manoeuvring just that little more onto john b’s thigh, grinding your hips down to relieve some of this ache.

“oh?” he hums, hands on your waist now. “haven’t been looking after my girl, have i?” it’s a question, but he says it more as a statement — an air of guilt to his voice that makes you shake your head.

“no, no john b you’ve been good. you’ve been so good jus— just need a little extra love t’day…” you feel yourself starting to get hazy and breathless, needing to turn it all off just for a little.

“okay sweetheart. we’ve got time.” he soothes your rushed jolted grinds against his leg, coarse hand rubbing the skin. “we can start… by getting this off.” he plucks at your dress, tilting his head with a little smile so he could look at you properly.

you look up, feeling lucky to witness that warm glint in his eye. john b could never neglect you.

JJ & Newborn Baby Pogue

Listen this started as a headcanon but I have a whole storyline with 4 side plots going on within this concept & I just couldn’t stop writing so… it’s a long one #sorrynotsorry

👶🏼 While Sarah is pregnant, JJ is doing the most. (Well. Second most. After JB of course.)

👶🏼 This man is learning everything he can about pregnancy & babies

👶🏼 He reads to Sarah’s belly when JB is at work—constantly talking to it because he heard “babies can start to recognize voices while they’re still inside & then when they’re born they recognize them on the outside too”

👶🏼 Basically SUPER fucking excited to be the best uncle a kid could freaking ask for.

👶🏼 Until said kid is born.

👶🏼 He realizes how tiny it is and is SUPER sketched out. Doesn’t want to hold them bc “what if I drop them?” “What if they break?!”

👶🏼 Isn’t super comfortable with a newborn.

👶🏼 Even when they get home from the hospital, & everyone is settling into a routine.

👶🏼 JB & JJ talked a LOT about what would happen after Baby Pogue came and JB shared his fears of Sarah being more suceptible to PPD & what to be on the lookout for.

👶🏼 So JJ, unable to do anything halfway, is now on high alert for making sure Sarah is okay and transitioning okay.

👶🏼 He’s more concerned about how she’s doing than he is bonding with the baby (at least right away because he’s fearful of hurting Baby Pogue)

👶🏼 Until Sarah starts to struggle with breastfeeding.

👶🏼 And JBs at work.

👶🏼 And JJ is the only person home.

👶🏼 “JJ!”

👶🏼 The tone of her voice is panicked and that jolts him into running to her and JBs bedroom door.

👶🏼 Sarah is sitting on the bed, propped against pillows, bouncing a screaming Baby Pogue & she has tears streaming down her face.

👶🏼 “Sarah?!” He runs over to her side of the bed, and looks her over for any signs of blood, or protruding bone.

👶🏼 “JJ please” she cries, leaning into his side where he was standing.

👶🏼 He kneels down next to the bed. Left hand to her head, right arm resting on her right.

👶🏼 “Sarah what’s wrong.”

👶🏼 “Take them please.” She begs him.

👶🏼 He chuckles, but doesn’t find any humor in the situation.

👶🏼 “Sar i really don’t think that’s a good idea.”

👶🏼 “JJ I need you.” And her voice breaks because she’s on the verge of sobbing.

👶🏼 & his hearts in his throat bc Sarah is in pain (or at least it seems like it) & there’s no one there to take the baby so he can make sure she’s okay.

👶🏼 He looks from crying mom to crying baby, and back again.

👶🏼 & if it’s what she needs, it’s what he’ll do.

👶🏼 “Okay.” He agrees. Going against everything his mind is screaming at him as he holds his arms out for her to transfer the baby to him.

👶🏼 “Like this?” He checks, making sure their head is securely stabilized.

👶🏼 “Yeah.” Sarah whispers, her voice breaking again.

👶🏼 “Talk to me Sarah.” He says, sparing a glance from the baby in his arms back to his best friend in the bed.

👶🏼 Now that her arms are free, she brings them to wipe her face, before she’s gingerly touching her breasts.

👶🏼 “I’m in a lot of pain.”

👶🏼 He bounces the baby in his arms like she was doing before, not even realizing he was gently shushing them as he moved his arms. He looks back at her for a second longer this time, and noticed her eyes still closed.

👶🏼 “What kind of pain, Sarah, what’s going on?” His voice is soft and gentle. Even though his body is trembling out of fear.

👶🏼 “Do you need me to call John B?”

👶🏼 “Please?”

👶🏼 & it’s the fact that she agrees without argument that really scares him.

👶🏼 “Okay.” he mumbles to himself, laying the arm holding Baby Pogue on a pillow Sarah had in front of her as he pulls his phone out from his back pocket and hastily calls John B.

👶🏼 Baby Pogue wasn’t screaming bloody murder anymore, but was still voicing their unhappiness, which, if JJ wasn’t thinking five steps ahead, would have calmed him at least a little bit.

👶🏼 As the phone rang, Sarah grabbed a pacifier and gave it to BP.

👶🏼 They were content for a moment before realizing that the object wasn’t one that one providing nourishment & spit it out.

👶🏼 “They’re hungry.” Sarah almost wailed, dropping her head to her hands.

👶🏼 JJ, not fully comprehending what that meant, held the phone with his shoulder while picking up the pacifier and trying again. This time BP was content to suck a little longer on the comfort object.

👶🏼 “JJ?”

👶🏼 John B’s voice rang through his right ear, and he could’ve cried with thankfulness.

👶🏼 “JB.”

👶🏼 “Hey, what’s—“

👶🏼 “Hey you gotta get home man.”

👶🏼 John B knew JJ well enough by now that he could tell when panic was taking over.

👶🏼 “Woah woah woah calm down, bro. What’s going on. I’m leaving right now.”

👶🏼 JJ closed his eyes in relief. His brother was coming to help him.

👶🏼 Not to alleviate the situation entirely, but to offer support so they both could help.

👶🏼 “Yeah, man. Something’s wrong with Sarah.”

👶🏼 The girl in questions head raised out of her hands at the mention of her name.

👶🏼 She still had her eyes pressed closed, & tears still tracked down her face, but he was looking at her, and she breathing.

👶🏼 JJ glanced at the baby to make sure they were still okay, and when he was met with blue eyes staring up at him—more blue than he’d ever seen actually—what was meant to be a glance turned into a few moments longer.

👶🏼 “JJ!” The voice in his ear yelled.

👶🏼 “Yeah, she’s okay.” He glanced back to make sure his sister in every sense of the word was still breathing.

👶🏼 Yupp. Still breathing. Hey. Maybe he could handle this.

👶🏼 “I’m looking at her right now JB.”

👶🏼 JJ grabbed Sarah’s hand, causing her eyes to snap open at him. He didn’t know if he did it to comfort himself, or her, but now that he had an arm on both his brothers wife, and baby, he felt a little more confident.

👶🏼 “JJ I’m doing 80 in a 55. Tell me what happened.”

👶🏼 “Sarah called for me.” He started, relaying the last few minutes to his friend, as he heard the vehicle accelerate.

👶🏼 “She asked me to take Poguie. Something’s wrong, but I think they’re just hungry?” He questioned still keeping eye contact with Sarah, asking if he got the information right.

👶🏼 Sarah took a shaky breath in.

👶🏼 “It’s because I can’t feed them.” Her broken voice whispered.

👶🏼 More tears.

👶🏼 Maybe he didn’t feel as confident.

👶🏼 “Sarah says she can’t feed them.” He relayed to John B.

👶🏼 “I—“ JJ thought he had prepared. Done enough research. 👶🏼He didn’t pay much mind to the intricacies of breast feeding because he figured Sarah had that part under control.

👶🏼 His eyes flicked from Sarah’s face, to her breasts, & back to her face.

👶🏼 His next words come without thinking.

👶🏼 “Are they…”

👶🏼 Sarah looks at him again as he tries to ask the question.

👶🏼 JJ whispers. Trying to be sensitive.

👶🏼 “Are they broken?”

👶🏼 & the smile that breaks out on Sarah’s face is genuine.