#dad!sy

Biting her lip she saw him take off his dark sunglasses as he scanned the crowd carefully, his lips pulling into a smirk once he saw his baby momma waiting at the back, away from the crowd; holding his baby girl. Practically skipping all the steps he threw his bag to the ground, his built arms bringing his wife and newborn into his arms, this was his first time home since that night their daughter was conceived. That one special night by the fireplace.

“Fuck pumpkin, missed ya n’ your sweet self s’much” He grumbled inhaling her scent deeply as he grazed his nose up and down her cheek, his other hand cupping his daughter’s head, this would be the first time he would see her in person. “And this- this is Penelope, Penelope Syverson” Y/n giggled holding up Penelope up to Sy, and even he could see she already was his twin, the same grouchy look already.

“She’s stinkin’ adorable, i’d say jus’ like her momma but i’m seein’ frowns on her already” Sy chuckled seeing his babygirl whimper and wiggle, leading Y/n to place the tiny babe into his arms, and just the mere size difference between the father and daughter was enough to make a witch’s heart melt. “She missed you, anytime you wasn’t on the phone she’d cry and whimper until I played your voicemail” Y/n explained tucking Penelope’s bib a bit more, seeing how she was drooling onto her daddy’s arm.

“Awk babygirl you break ma heart, m’not leavin’ again, I can’t do it- that’s me done” Sy chuckled bending down and kissing her forehead, breathing out a sigh of relief, he was finally discharged and able to start the rest of his life. “Damn right you aren’t leavin’, we still need to give our bubby a brother” Giggling Y/n latched herself onto his arm, the happy family walking towards the pickup truck waiting for them; Y/n watched on as Sy carefully put his pride and joy into her carseat, pouting up at Y/n when he realised Penelope wouldn’t let go of his finger.

“Babe, jus pull your finger out come on” Y/n laughed as he shook his head, “no can do sugar, don’t want my babygirl thinkin’ am leavin’ her again, can’t be her first heartbreak”

“If ya let go i’ll give ya some of your treat when we get home, after I put Pen down for her nap” It hadn’t even been two seconds but Sy carefully pulled his finger out, kissed his baby bye bye, and jogged over to the driver’s side of the pickup truck. “Now ya gotta keep your promise, wait- are you even okay down ‘er” Sy questioned looking concerned down at her crotch, he knew how hard the healing process was for his wife, needing stitches and medication. It honestly broke his heart that she had to go through it alone, but she was strong and independent, just his typa woman.

“Yup! Doctor gave me the green light a while ago, jus wanted to surprise ya for when you got home, Captain Syverson” Y/n winked grabbing a handful of his thigh tightly, his eyes widening and smacking her hand off, “Jesus woman didn’t ya read the sticker on the car? There’s a baby on board” He joked intertwining their hands and kissing her knuckles, leaning forward and pressing a heated kiss to her lips, his beard scratching her face in the best way possible. His tongue venturing out to lick over hers, tasting his favourite watermelon lipbalm causing him to groan into their kiss.

“Forgot how much I missed these luscious lips of yours” He growled pulling away, kissing her lips once more before sitting back in his seat to look at her, his wife. “Yeah? What else did ya miss” She giggled leaning over and pulling him back towards her, both her hands holding onto his as she looked up at him, her fingers then playing mindlessly with the wedding ring on the chain around his neck.

“These other lips down ‘ere” Laughing his hands smoothed up her thighs, settling under her dress, right on top of her panties waistband; he could already feel that it was those cotton white ones that he had a thing for. She just knows him so well. “No you didn’t”

“I did” She winked pulling up her skirt enough to show the start of the soft cotton pants, pulling the skirt down fast enough once his fingers tried their way up again. “Nuh uh mister, only when the angel is bed do we get to play” She scolded turning the ignition on for him, watching as he scoffed and turned his attention to the road

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“Alright princess fairy queen, ah need ya to get to sleep pronto” Sy whispered into his baby’s tiny ears, the tiny tot sleeping on his bare chest, her head nestled comfortably on the curls on his chest. Her tiny fist clutched peacefully as tiny gurgles and coos came out every time she hiccuped or moved. “Princess fairy queen? Really Sy?” He heard his wife ask from the nursery door, clad in her white silk robe, very clearly not wearing anything underneath.

“I need my little girl to know she’s the best of ‘em all, n’ that means callin’ her every nickname on God’s Earth so she knows how much ah love her” Looking down at his tiny tot, he felt the need to lean down and nuzzle his nose with hers, pulling away instantly when he heard a toot. A fart.

“Now was that from me or you?” Sy frowned holding her up to face him, her tiny eyes clearly shocked, her own farts had woken her up just from how loud it was; “Tell ya what bubby, you’re definitely your daddy’s daughter”

“Yeah there’s now way that loud thing came outta this tiny precious sugar cube” Sy questioned seeing the tired girl had gone to sleep in his arms again, thankfully for Sy’s sake she didn’t need changed, well not yet anyway.

It finally seemed like baby Penelope finally got the memo when she finally stayed asleep in her bassinet, after 20 minutes of him just whispering pointless happy memories of him and her momma, many soft baby back rubs and head scratches and of course with her binky in place. Princess Penelope was down for her nap. Now Sy could have his wife, any way he darn wanted.

“Momma, you spoil me too much” Walking into their shared bedroom Sy saw his wife, her robe untied as she laid on the bed waiting for him, a chocolate covered strawberry already in her mouth as she winked at him, her legs spread open showing off her glistening folds; she needed him as much as he needed her.

“Irish twins?” Y/n asked plucking the strawberry from her mouth, licking its juices from her lips as she quirked up a brow; Sy doing nothing but growl and rush to get rid of his white t-shirt and cargo pants. “I’d give ya irish triplets if it were possible” He snarked climbing on top of her, his body hovering over hers as he bit into the strawberry that was back in between her lips, his teeth squeezing the juice down the valley of her tits. His delicious welcome home treat, just for him to enjoy.

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Shaking your head to indicate you don’t want dessert, you see Sy’s shoulders drop as he tells the waiter to bring the check. You clench your jaw, fighting the feeling in the back of your throat that you’re about to cry. You hate hurting him like this. He was trying so hard, had done everything you had asked of him, yet something won’t allow you to love him again.

That isn’t quite right, you do still love him, you always will. You love him for the amazing eight years you had together before everything went to shit, for the two beautiful boys he gave you. But it was a different kind of love, the love of familiarity and comfort, rather than an all consuming passion.

What hurts most is that neither of you are really at fault. You can’t blame Sy for shutting down and withdrawing, just as you can’t blame yourself for protecting your boys and giving Sy the choice to get help or get out. You understood he had been worried about losing his job, the career he had been building for fifteen years, but surely, he should have been more worried about losing his family.

Although the conversation was awkward and unnatural before, it was better than the tense silence that follows as you wait for the bill. You open your mouth to say something, but there’s nothing there. You can’t stand it, the silence, the disappointment in Sy’s eyes, the guilt you feel. Abruptly, you stand up and mumble to Sy you need to go to the bathroom, you had to find a moment alone.

You feel so confused. You don’t know what’s stopping you from accepting him back into your heart. There must still be feelings for him beyond nostalgia and the vague notion that he’s the father of your children. If there was nothing more than that, why were you so upset? For all intents and purposes, he was still the man you fell in love with. He still made the same stupid jokes, was still cocksure in the most charming way, you still found him attractive and other than the brief period two years ago, he always treated you well. You can’t put your finger on what’s stopping you from reuniting and if you can’t understand why, how are you going to explain how you feel to Sy?

When you can put it off no longer, you return to the table. Sy is standing there waiting, he must have already settled the bill. You feel like a bitch, but you avoid his eyes as you return to your chair and grab your bag.

“Shall we go?” you ask, still not looking at him. Sy grunts in agreement and holds his arm out in an ‘after you’ gesture. As soon there is space enough between the tables, he falls in line beside you and places his large hand on the small of your back. It feels warm, familiar, and safe, but for some reason it makes you stiffen, and you pull away from his touch.

Sy jerks his hand away as if burned, balling it briefly into a fist before he closes his eyes and shakes his head. You know those movements; you’ve seen them before when he’s made a mistake out of carelessness, or when he’s frustrated, or when he’s mad at himself for doing something he knows he shouldn’t have.

Even now, Sy is ever the gentleman and pulls ahead to open the restaurant door for you. Giving him a superficial smile in thanks, you are both quiet as you make your way to his truck. You regret that you had come together knowing the ride home will be hell considering the state you were both in.

You wonder what you were doing, why you even bothered to agree to the date. It seems to make your relationship worse, every interaction pushing you further apart. You know Sy, he will only stand the rejection for so long before he gives up completely. Is that what you want? Do you want a deep, cold chasm between you, a rift that can never be repaired? He has given you time, space to breathe, sought help, maintained a relationship with the boys, and shown you he still loves you. He’s given you all that and what have you given him? Nothing but pain and rejection. And why? You don’t have any real hard feelings against him, you have forgiven him, so what’s holding you back? What is left that could possibly be a reason not to lower the defences you built to protect yourself? The answer hits you like a ton of bricks.

“I’m scared, Sy,” you murmur. He stops walking, so you do too. You’re only a few yards from his truck and you curse, you should have waited to have this conversation when you were in private.

“Of me? Is that why you flinched when I touched you?”

“Yes and no,”

“I ain’t ever hurt you.”

“Not physically.” Sy looks wounded and your heart aches. The instinct to reach out and let him bring you into his arms is still there, but you don’t seem to be able to make yourself do it.

“I’ve done everythin’ I can to make up for what happened and to show you it ain’t gonna happen again.” Sy sounds frustrated and you don’t blame him. He folds his arms over his chest, and shrugs. “Sugar, I don’t know what else you need from me.”

“I don’t know what I need either.”

“Is this over then? Is it pointless to even try?”

“No. It’s just…” You take a deep breath and try to be honest. “I just felt so alone, Sy. I don’t want to feel like that ever again.”

“You won’t Sugar.” Sy’s hand reaches for yours, but he draws it back at the last second. Unexpectedly, you feel disappointed. The feeling is a revelation, perhaps there was a chance. You step closer to Sy and take his hand. He looks a little puzzled then half smiles.

“I know you won’t do it on purpose,” you say. You shake your head. “Part of me wishes we could go back to the beginning. Maybe do things a little different, I don’t know.”

You’re both quiet for a while. You think you must make a great sight, standing on the sidewalk, holding hands like young teenagers on a first date, shyly standing a foot apart. Sy must be thinking the same thing and takes a step closer.

“Come ‘ere,” he says, holding his arms wide and beckoning you with a short jerk of his head. You let the instinct you repressed earlier free and step into his arms.

The feeling of him is instantly familiar despite not having been this close to him since he hugged you when he first got home from his last deployment. You bury your head into his chest, the comforting scent of him warms you. You don’t want to lose him, you can’t stand the thought of never having him touch you again. You wrap your arms around his waist, and you hear Sy’s chest reverberate as he hums. God, you miss that sound.

Sy pulls back but doesn’t let you go. “Hey,” he says and waits for you to look at him before he goes on. “Can I take you somewhere?”

“Where?” you ask.

Sy doesn’t reply straight away. He gives you a smile as he raises his hand to your cheek and rubs his thumb over your skin. “A place we haven’t been for a long time,” he says in a low tone. Your heart skips, it has been a long time since Sy has touched you or spoken to you like that.

“Alright,” you say, returning his smile. Even though his response is cryptic, you are curious to see what he had in mind.

Sy brings your head to his chest and letting out an exaggerated grunt, squeezes you. For a second you struggle to breathe as he kisses the top of your head. Then you laugh because for a moment being with Sy feels like it used to. You hear his rumbling chuckle as he lets you go and opens the truck’s door for you.

The drive is sedate, and your conversation centre’s mostly around the boys. Every time the topic edges close to your relationship, Sy diverts the discussion to something else. You quickly realise he’s doing it on purpose, and you let him, hoping that when you get where you’re going he will stop.

As Sy keeps driving, you become increasingly puzzled. You’re well outside of town now, the houses start to become spaced further and further apart. You struggle to think of what’s out here. There’s no real reason to go this far into the outskirts.

“Sy, where are we going?” you ask, starting to be a little concerned. It’s getting late, not that you really had anywhere to be since the kids were staying at your sister’s house. But still, a thirty minute drive out of town means a thirty minute drive back into town and you wonder if you will make it back without falling asleep.

“You haven’t figured it out yet?” Sy smirks.

Shaking your head, you look out the window and try to identify any landmarks. It’s so dark, all you see is the two lane highway. Sy puts his indicator on and takes an exit, and seeing the exit sign, you grin as you realise where he’s taking you.

“Really Sy?” you ask, unable to keep the amusement out of your voice.

“Why not?” he asks back. “I have a lot of fond memories of this place. Don’t you?”

You laugh openly and feel your face getting heated. He glances at you, flashing you his teeth, and as he turns his attention back to the road, he lays a hand on your knee.

“I’ve missed hearin’ you laugh, Sugar,” he says, as he pulls off the road into the small gravel car park at the lookout. You watch him drive onehanded, his palm pressed onto the wheel, sliding over the plastic and leather, and bringing the truck to a stop. His hands are so big and strong, it was one of the things that had always drawn you to him.

Sy kills the engine but leaves the radio on and classic rock wafts softly through the speakers. Both of you unbuckle your belts and Sy puts his hand back on your knee. You’re quiet for a bit, lost in your thoughts, but thankfully this silence doesn’t feel like the awkwardness at dinner.

You wonder what Sy is thinking about, although you imagine that he’s thinking the same things you are, remembering all the firsts that happened here. The first time Sy kissed you, the first time you gave Sy a blow job, the first fight you had, the first time you had make up sex, and the first time you had been busted fucking, all happened here. It had been an important place to for you both in the early days of your relationship. That Sy thought to bring you here was sweet, hell it was romantic. It is like he is trying to get you to a place where you remembered why you got together in the first place. Perhaps if your relationship grew here, coming back could breathe new life into it, repair the parts that were broken and make it anew. Sy brought you back to the beginning.

You stare at Sy’s hand, slightly hairy, calloused, toughened and tanned by his work, so familiar you knew every vein, every line and every scar. He must have noticed you staring because he turns his hand, palm now facing up, open and inviting yours. You place yours in his and you smile at the size difference as he laces your fingers together.

“When did you start wearin’ your ring again?” Sy asks, running his thumb over the three interlocking circles, each a different colour gold.

“A couple of months ago. Not long before you came back from your tour.” When I knew I wanted to give you another chance, you added silently.

Sy shifts in his seat and when you look at him his face is close to yours. His eyes hold yours as he lets go of your hand and brings both of his up to your cheeks. Your heart starts to thunder in your chest as he licks at his lips and sucks the lower one into his mouth.

It’s been over a year since you last kissed Sy anywhere but his cheek. When you took the boys to see him when he returned from deployment, you had allowed him to hug you because of course you were relieved he was home, and you still cared about him. But you had offered him your cheek when he had tried to kiss you, you hadn’t been quite ready for more than that. You still remember the look in his eyes, the moment that his hope had been dashed, and it had nearly broken your heart.

Sy searches your face for any sign that you want him to kiss you and you see the hope return to his eyes. Unlike last time, you want to kiss him too, so you place a hand in the middle of his chest lean in slightly. You hear a low grunt from him as he presses his lips against yours. His kiss is intense, overwhelming, like all his pent-up need is thrust upon you in one hit. His soft lips move roughly, his whiskers scrape and scratch at your skin, and his hands hold your face tight. There is nothing practiced or planned about his kiss, it is all instinctual passion, and you melt into it, kissing him back with the same fervour as you wrap your arms around his neck.

Eventually Sy relaxes his hold on you but doesn’t move, instead he rests his forehead on yours while he caresses your cheeks. His breath is hot and heavy, stealing your oxygen as his broad chest draws in air, but you don’t pull away. It seems to you that with each moment you stay like this, the divide between you seems to repair itself. You feel his love, but more than that, you feel his desire.

Sy kisses you again with only slightly less fervency. Keeping one hand on your cheek he moves the other to your neck, wrapping around it briefly before it skims over you and cups your breast. You don’t move, you don’t know how you feel exactly, and he barely gives you times to think. He slips his fingers into the top of your dress and bra, and you hear him hum as he brushes your nipple. You stop breathing, it feels good but it’s also too fast, just kissing Sy again was a big step, and you aren’t sure you want more than that yet. You were going to tell him how you felt when his finger and thumb take your hardening bud and roll it between them, giving it a subtle pinch.

“Stop, Sy,” you say, gently. You hear him groan as he takes his hand out of your bra and rests it on your breast, on top of your clothes this time. “It’s too much.”

“Ok,” he says hoarsely. Sy tilts your head and lays a soft kiss on your forehead. You look at him and he smiles reassuringly. “I’ll slow down.” You smile back at him, and he guides your head to his shoulder.

You stay embracing for a time listening to the music playing faintly in the background. It’s uncomfortable, both of you bending forward over the gear shift and centre console. How did you used to do it? Although Sy’s truck isn’t the same one that he had when you were dating, it had been the same make. You glance in the back of the cab, that was where you had spent most of your time when you came here in the past. It had gotten to the point where as soon as Sy turned off the engine, you both hopped out and got straight into the back seat. That isn’t going to happen this time you realise as you look at the booster car seat your youngest son still needs to use.

Thinking of your boys makes you smile. They have been so happy the last month or so since Sy got home. And he was much more like he used to be with them, playing games and roughhousing, he even took them fishing and camping last weekend, just him and the boys.

You sigh and nuzzle into his neck, pressing your nose into his skin. You nearly laugh when you smell the faint remains of the cologne you had bought for him three Christmas’s ago. The spicey fragrance had traces of leather and wood and as soon as you had smelled it, you knew it would be amazing on him. You remember how he had baulked at wearing it, but that New Year’s Eve he wore it and you liked it so much, within five minutes he had his pants around his ankles and your legs wrapped around his waist as he fucked you against the wall. He wore it almost daily since then.

You feel heat rise to your cheeks at the memory. It doesn’t help that Sy keeps running his fingers over your ear, down your neck, across your shoulder and all the way back. His touch is light, sometimes you forget how gentle he can be, how much of his strength he is able to control. Eventually you feel his caress in your spine and you violently shiver with the pleasure. Sy chuckles softly, it always amused and aroused him when he was able to make your body respond to his touch, especially involuntary reactions like shivering or getting wet.

Lifting your head, you smile at him. Sy’s still smiling as he looks at you. You shift in your seat and groan as you move your back from its awkward position. You sit up straight and stretch, arching your back and lifting your arms over your head, extending them as much as you can in the cramped interior.

“You ok?” Sy asks, eyes on your pushed out chest. You immediately drop your arms and sit back into your chair in a normal seating position, as your heart starts to pick up its pace.

“Yeah. That position is uncomfortable,” you reply, in a voice much steadier than you thought you could.

“Yeah.” Although Sy verbally agrees, you can hear the hint of disappointment in his voice. When he speaks again, despite trying to cover it up, you know him too well and you recognise the discontent in his voice. “I suppose I better getcha home.”

You nod and Sy draws his lips into a line as he starts the truck. As he goes to put his seatbelt on, you reach over again and put your hand on his whiskered cheek, gently turning his face to yours.

“Thank you, Sy,” you say. “It was really sweet of you to bring me here.” His smile returns, though it’s small, and he opens his mouth to say something before shutting it firmly. You lean over in that awkward position, and though your back protests strongly, you kiss him. A short kiss, but it seems to placate Sy a little.

Driving home is quiet, it seems like both of you are caught up in your thoughts. You don’t mind, you want to think about tonight, want to work out how you feel. At some point you place your hand on Sy’s thigh and you see him grin. It makes you happy and you relax into your seat. The next thing you know, you’re being gently shaken by Sy as he takes your seatbelt off.

“Did I fall asleep?” you ask stupidly.

Sy chuffs, “Snored for about twenty minutes.”

“I did not.”

Sy helps you out of the truck with a roguish grin. “Whatever you say Darlin’.”

You roll your eyes at him as you grab your bag and fish for your keys. You make your way to the front door, but Sy takes your hand and pulls you into a hug. He puts his fingers under your chin and raises your eyes to his.

“I want…” Sy starts but stops. He licks at his lips and tries again. “Can I stay the night?” You don’t know what he saw on your face because you don’t even know how you feel, but he must have seen something because he swiftly clarifies. “I just wanna hold you, baby.”

“Sy,” you say as gently as possible. You don’t want to discourage him, but you also aren’t sure you’re ready for something that intimate. “Don’t ruin tonight. It was good, let’s do this again next week and…” You don’t get to finish what you wanted to say because Sy interrupts you.

“Don’t make me beg,” Sy says, his voice is ragged, and desperate. Your eyes widen, you know how much it cost him to say that. You’ve only heard him speak in that tone once before, a few days after you kicked him out and he realised you were serious about leaving him.

“The boys… I don’t want the boys confused about us. Seeing us go to dinner is one thing, seeing us wake up together,” you shake your head. “It will confuse them.”

“That’s bullshit, Sugar,” Sy says. “They ain’t even here.” You try pull yourself out of his grasp, but he won’t let you.

“My sister is bringing them back at nine,” you tell him tersely.

“I’ll be gone by seven thirty.”

You look at Sy ready to tell him to just go home, but his expression stops you. You rarely see him like this, there’s no hint of guile, no hint of amusement, no cheeky glint in his eye, it was his honesty laid bare. He kisses you softly, lips barely brushing yours.

“I miss you, Baby,” he murmurs.

You try and say no, but you can’t. Not when he lets himself be vulnerable like this. You know how hard it is for him, how hard he’s trying to be the man he you know he can be.

“Ok,” you say. Barely half a second goes by before Sy growls and locks his lips on yours. You let him kiss you, it feels good, but soon his kisses are too much, they become too demanding, and you pull away. “Sy, let’s go inside.” He hums and slows his kisses to soft pecks on your cheeks before he lets you go.

Every time Sy comes over since you split up has been strange, but tonight was worse. You imagine it must feel weirder for Sy, it looks like his home, has his furniture, his family photos, but it’s not really his home anymore. The first time you had offered him a drink as if he were a guest had been uncomfortable as hell. For a few moments you just stand in the family room, then putting your bag down on the sideboard as you normally do, you cautiously look at Sy.

He’s not far from you, he could reach out and grab you if he wanted to, and he feels too close. You turn away from him, fussing in your bag as you try to order your thoughts. Shaking your head, you wonder how you let him talk you into this.

“Do you want a coffee, or do you want to watch a movie or something?” You ask Sy, trying to sound casual, trying to stall going to your room.

“You’re tired.” Sy’s voice is closer than you expect. He puts his hands on your shoulders and works his thumbs into your muscles. You feel his beard tickling at your neck and his lips brush the shell of your ear when he whispers. “Let’s go to bed, baby.”

Side stepping out of Sy’s grasp you say, “Yeah, I am tired.” You look at Sy, and hating yourself you softly add, “I was going to take a shower, do you want one too?”

Sy begins to smirk, and you turn away before he can reply, climbing the stairs to the bedrooms. You hear his footsteps follow yours, the wooden steps creak below the carpet. You go straight to the closet and grab Sy some underwear and a pair of shorts that he had left behind. When you come out Sy already had his shirt off and is undoing his jeans. Fuck, he has an amazing body, so solid, so robust, and yet despite his hardness, you remember how comforting it was to be skin to skin with him. It takes everything you have not to falter in your steps as you approach him.

“Here,” you say, thrusting the clothes into his hands. He looks confused as he takes them and begins to speak. You talk over him. “The spare towels are still under the sink in the boy’s bathroom. They should have soap in their shower, but if not, there should be some bars with the towels and there’s spare toothbrushes in the draw.” You turn away, going to your en suite and locking the door, ignoring his protests.

You know it was a bitchy move, probably even cruel, but you had to make it clear to him that you meant what you said and a few whispered words and well placed kisses were not going to get you to fuck him. You were not going to let him manipulate you into it.

While you shower you try to get your thoughts in order but it’s difficult. You keep going back to the last time you were in bed with Sy. The night before he left for deployment was always awful, but that night had been worse than usual. However, it was also the night you had told him there was still a chance for the two of you. Strangely, it wasn’t him fucking you that had pissed you off that night, in fact you had gone to see him for that exact purpose, it had been the intimate way he held you that upset you. Tonight though, it is the opposite. Maybe you shouldn’t be so hard on Sy when you haven’t exactly been sending him consistent messages.

In your haste to get into the shower, you realise you forgot to bring your own clothes into the bathroom. You curse and dry off before wrapping the towel around yourself, thanking God you buy bath sheets.

When you open the door, you freeze as your eyes lock with Sy’s across the room. Completely naked, Sy stands tall as he rubs a towel over his head, as if for one moment you believe he needs to dry his buzzcut hair. You try and maintain focus on his face, but you’re only human and your gaze drops to his cock. Although it is nearly soft, it’s still impressive and before you can stop yourself you bite your lip.

“You keep starin’ at me like that Sugar, and you’re gonna make me blush,” Sy says.

That smug bastard.

Embarrassed and shaken you go to your closet and dress for bed in an oversized t-shirt and soft cotton pants. Sy is already in bed when you come out, sheet barely covering his hips, his arms are bent behind his head, and you wonder if he is as relaxed and confident as he appears to be or if it’s all for show. He had turned off all the lights, except the lamp by his bedside. You feel Sy’s eyes on you as you make your final preparations for bed, slapping on your moisturiser and fixing your hair. After returning your towel to the bathroom you can’t avoid it any longer, so you climb into bed.

Sy is on you immediately. Your head isn’t even on the pillow, and he has his arms around you, humming contentedly as he pulls your body towards his.

“Sy,” you complain. “Let me at least lay down first.”

“You’re taking too long,” Sy grumbles. It strikes you how familiar this conversation is, having had the same faux argument since you first got married. Sy releases his hold on you, and you turn your body to face his, automatically lifting your leg to rest on his hip. But something is wrong, and as Sy draws you close again you realise he isn’t wearing the underwear you gave him.

“Jesus, Sy,” you say, a little annoyed. “I gave you clothes for a reason.”

Grinning, Sy grips your raised knee tightly before running his hand firmly down your thigh. He hums obscenely and says, “I know, but its more comfortable this way.”

“For you maybe,” you mutter under your breath.

Sy catches it and sighs. He makes you look at him. “Do ya really want me to put clothes on?”

You shrug. “No, but…”

Bringing his face close to yours Sy’s mood seems to change. “I know, I’m goin’ too fast.” You nod and Sy smiles warmly at you. “I just miss this is all, Sugar.”

You know what he means, he isn’t only talking about sex, he’s talking about those other moments, those intimate, contented moments, like getting dressed for bed together, watching you put on your cream, or brushing your teeth.

Before you can stop yourself, you say, “I miss it too, Sy.”

Sy doesn’t react for a few seconds. He is still smiling, but you see the wheels turning in his head. Abruptly, he throws his arm out and twists his upper body until his long fingers can turn off the lamp. Although you are plunged into darkness, the lights from the street are just enough for you to see the vague outline of his face. He guides your head to his chest, and you lay an arm over him as he kisses your hair and tucks your head under his chin.

“Go on and sleep, Sugar,” Sy says.

You can’t remember how many times you had fallen asleep like this. There was something about this position that seems to make both of you sleep better and tonight was no exception. With your cheek pressing against his chest and his coarse curls tickling at your nose, your mind clears as you listen to Sy’s breathing become regular and soon your eyelids begin to fall.

“Goodnight Sy,” you mumble.

“Goodnight, Sugar.”

It’s still dark when you wake up and you need to pee. You’re still in the same position you fell asleep in, so it was going to require some work to get free of Sy’s hold without waking him. You lift his arm off you, it’s heavy but you manage to roll out from beneath it and tip toe to the bathroom.

When you finish up you sneak back to bed and as you’re about to lift the blanket, it’s tossed back, and you hear Sy grunt. You sigh and get back in bed, resuming your position.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you,” you say softly as Sy throws the blankets back over you.

“’S’ok,” Sy mutters. He sounds still half asleep, his voice is hoarse and slow. He hums as he brings you close, his hand grips your ass and his fingers dig into your flesh. You feel him semi hard against your leg and you freeze as Sy groans and subtly rolls his hips, rubbing himself against your thigh. You forgot he did that sometimes, grope at you or hump you while mostly asleep.

“Sy,” you say.

He stops moving. “Yeah,” he says, his voice sounding clearer, and you know by the tone he is awake now.

“Nothing, Bubs. Go back to sleep.”

“You, ok?”

“Yeah,” you say.

Sy puts his hand under your chin and makes you look at him. You can barely make out his features, but he has always been able to see in the dark better than you. He looks at you for a long time before finally speaking.

“You know I love you, right?” Sy’s words surprise you. Not because he loves you, you know that, you just don’t expect him to tell you at four in the morning. “I know I don’t tell you enough, but I do.”

Gradually your eyes get used to the dark and you start to be able to see Sy more clearly. His brows are drawn low, his features are intense and serious.

“I know, Sy.” You smile at him, and he seems to relax. You hold the back of his neck and bring his mouth to yours. You kiss him, lovingly and languidly. Sy tightens his arms around you and your chest presses against his as he returns your kiss. You pull back, but Sy doesn’t loosen his hold, and you feel him growing harder against your leg. Both of you are panting and you feel an insistent ache between your legs. It’s been a long time since you had felt a desire this strong.

Sy’s kisses move down your neck, his mouth scorching on your touch starved skin. Raising his leg between yours, his thigh presses against your core and your hips move instinctively, the friction only vaguely easing your need.

“Sy,” you moan.

“Yeah?” Sy starts to nibble at your ear, his voice rumbles lowly. “Tell me what you need.”

“I need you, Sy,” you tell him.

“Fuck, Baby,” Sy growls, pushing you onto your back. His mouth is on yours again as he knees your legs apart. You moan into his mouth as he presses himself against your still clothed centre. His cock feels iron hard as he begins to rut, and you can’t stop yourself from opening your legs wider, wrapping them around his waist. “I need you too. So fuckin’ bad.”

Sy’s hand slides under your shirt, and you suck in a breath, pulling away from his mouth as his roughened hand squeezes at your breast. “Take my shirt off,” you say, wanting to feel the warmth of his skin on yours.

You giggle as Sy yanks the shirt over your head and throws it across the room. His mouth immediately finds your breasts, kissing and sucking at them, his beard rough and teasing on your sensitive skin. His tongue swirls over your nipple before he wraps his lips around it, suckling hard then he repeats the action on the other side. You run your fingers over his short hair, as you moan and murmur his name.

Biting your lip, you watch Sy begin to lay a trail of wet kisses down your stomach. His eyes almost sparkle as they catch the light in the dark room. Grinning, he dips his tongue into your belly button. You laugh and roll to the side as Sy grabs your hips, pushing them into the mattress.

“Why do you always do that?” you ask.

“Cause I love makin’ you squirm, Sugar,” Sy says. He lays over you, supporting his weight with his elbows on either side of your head. Using his hands, he brushes any errant hairs off your face. You place your fingertips on his shoulders and let them slide down his arms, barely grazing his skin. You feel him tense his muscles and you smile as he shivers and groans. “Ok, fuck, I guess you like makin’ me squirm too.”

You laugh softly and Sy lowers his head resting it against your forehead. Your fingertips trace down the curve of his spine and you hear his breathing get harder. “Nobody’s ever touched me like you do, Sugar.”

“Who knew you were such a big softy?” you ask, teasingly, not expecting an answer.

“You did,” Sy says seriously.

You don’t know how to respond, but that doesn’t seem to matter because Sy kisses you with a gently probing tongue. You kiss him back, and for a while its tender, loving, but soon you want more and from the way his teeth start to scrape at your lips Sy wants more too. You can’t keep still and begin to move beneath him, your body searching for a way to ease the strong need between your legs. Sy moves with you, then stops, holding your hip still with a firm hand.

“Stop, Baby,” he whispers. “I want you too much. I can’t… It’s too much.”

At first you’re confused, not understanding why Sy stopped you. Then you realise what he’s trying to tell you. “I don’t want you to stop.”

“You sure? I thought you wanted to take it slow.”

“I’m sure,” and you are. You want him now as much as you ever wanted him, not just because it has been so long, but because you want him in your life again. You want to wake up with him each day, you want eat breakfast with him, you want to watch movies with the boys, all four of your snuggling on the lounge. You want to be a family again.

Sy growls as he claims your mouth with an eager bruising kiss. His hands reach between you, impatiently pushing your pants down your thighs, bending your knee, and pulling them off one leg. He doesn’t bother with the other leg, his mind seems to be on one thing as his fingers slip over your slit. His touch is rough, dominant, urgent, and you both moan as he feels how wet you are.

“Fuck, woman,” Sy grunts, his voice is so harsh you clench. God, you love it when he talks to you like that. He removes his hand, and you feel the silky skin of his cock slide over your folds. You’re both panting hard, and your centre throbs with anticipation. Sy buries his head into your neck and cradles the back of your head. You wrap your arms around his chest, holding your bodies close as you feel him press slowly against your core.

“Tell me you still want me,” Sy demands in your ear. “Tell me you want me to fill you up. Tell me you want me to make you cum. Tell me you want me to cum inside you. Tell me you’re still mine.”

His words rip through you, and the emptiness between your legs becomes unbearable. “I want you Sy,” you tell him honestly. “Fuck, Sy. I never stopped.”

You gasp and Sy swears as he fills you, stretching you to accommodate his size. The pressure feels like bliss, and you hold him tighter, you never want to let him go. How could you forget how good this feels? How intimate? How loved you feel?

Despite slowly pumping into you, Sy isn’t gentle, each stroke is firm and deep. You hear his laboured breaths, his low husky groans, and his muttered curses. His kisses on your neck are tender, even when he scrapes his teeth over your jaw. You move beneath him, raising your hips to meet his thrusts, you murmur his name, your nails dig into his back as you claw at him, wanting him closer, always closer.

“I have to taste you, baby,” Sy grunts, pulling out of you. You object, telling him you want him inside you, and you try and bring him back to you. But Sy is determined, and your protests die on your lips as he doesn’t fuck around, replacing his cock quickly with his tongue.

You cry out his name as he pushes your thighs apart, almost to the point of pain. Sy growls as he licks and sucks on your lips and folds. Any tenderness he had shown you was gone, his tenuous control seems to have snapped as his soft lips, rough tongue and coarse beard lays claim to your delicate flesh.

“You taste so fucking good,” Sy snarls, his feral voice makes your hands stratch at the sheets. Then his mouth is on your clit, and his animalistic mood infects you too as you take hold of the back of his head, and grind against his tongue. With your other hand you reach for his, and Sy takes it, lacing your fingers together.

It doesn’t take long for you to feel your peak arrive. It hits you like lightning, and you cry out as pleasure so good it’s almost agonising ripples over your body. Sy stubbornly stays on you while you ride your release, and you have to push him away firmly when you become too sensitive.

Sy rolls you onto your stomach and slides his arm under your waist and lifts, bringing you onto your knees, pushing your head down on the mattress. He pierces into your core again, rough, and urgent, he pumps into you with a ferocity that excites you. Unable to stay on your knees, his brutal thrusts push you onto the bed and Sy follows, covering your body with his. You feel his unyielding mouth on your neck, hear his lustful groans, and the lewd slap of your bodies as they crash together.

You forgot how strong Sy is, how punishing he could be, how good he feels as he fills you, each drive hurried and violent. He bites recklessly into your shoulder as his rhythm grows erratic. His hand plunges into your hair, turning your face to his. You think he’s going to say something, but he hesitates, instead he crushes your mouth with his, his lips forcing your mouth open as his tongue invades, seeking yours.

Suddenly he throws back his head with a roar, and you feel him swell inside you as he releases his seed deep with you. You feel each jet he expels as his cock thickens inside your sensitive walls, stretching you further and you cry out with each ejected load.

Sy stays on you as you both recover, and though he is heavy, you don’t want him to move. You close your eyes, savouring the moment, enjoying Sy’s warmth.

You feel Sy’s hands start to roam, following the curves and lines of your body. It feels nice, soothing, and familiar. Sometimes he touches you more after sex than he does during the act, especially if he was particularly rough, as if once his hunger is sated, he can actually enjoy touching you. So many nights you had fallen asleep like this, his gentle caress lulling you into slumber. Soon his mouth joins his hands, his silky lips and velvety tongue tenderly brush over your neck and back.

“You ok, baby?” Sy asks, his voice is still ragged and you wonder if he was finished with you for the night.

“Yeah,” you mumble. “Just a little tired.”

“That’s ok, Sugar. Lay there and let your ol’ man have his way with you.” Sy’s hand slides over your ass, then between your legs and he pinches lightly at your clit, eliciting a moan as you bury your head into the pillow and raise your hips. “I didn’t think I’d ever be with you again,” Sy murmurs, kissing the top of your head. You feel his finger as it enters you and he groans as he slips in another. “I can’t stop touching you. You feel so good, baby, so wet and so full of my cum.”

Sy withdraws his fingers, and you whine as you feel empty. “Sy,” you whimper. “Don’t stop.”

“Open up,” Sy gently orders. You feel his wet fingers on your lips as you part them. “Can you taste us, baby? Is it good?”

Opening your mouth wider you take his fingers inside you. Wrapping your tongue around them, you nod as you lap at him, licking him clean.

Sy kisses your cheek and neck as he takes his fingers away. “Good girl,” he drawls, and you shiver, it’s been so long since he’s called you that. He slides both his arms around you, one hand grips your neck, the other snakes between your legs. His fingers find your clit and they dance over you as you start to tremble underneath him. Sy’s touch is demanding, dominant, and possessive as he squeezes at your neck and holds you down.

Sy’s lips press hard against your ear, and through gritted teeth Sy’s raspy voice coaxes you along with his touch. “Be a good girl and cum for me, give it to me. This one’s all mine, Baby.” He knows when you’re close, he can feel you shaking as your muscles clench and your breathing changes. He continues his encouragement, his praise, all the while claiming that you’re his. “Tell me you’re mine, Sugar. I’ve got to know you’re still mine.”

At first you ignored him, you weren’t willing to say it, but soon the words came tumbling out. “Fuck Sy, I’m yours,” you sob and you know it’s true. As soon as you admit it you feel relief, you don’t have to hide your feelings anymore. “I love you.”

With a rough growl, Sy’s mouth covers yours, stifling the cry from deep within you as your climax rushes through you and you fall apart in his arms. Sy lets you go and lays on his side next to you, his fingers brushing your hair off your face. You open your eyes and look at him, finding his eyes in dim room.

“Come ‘ere,” Sy says. Lethargic and sore, you shift your body closer. He draws you under his arm and you rest your head on his shoulder, lifting your leg to his hip.

Neither of you speak, there isn’t much more to say. You still love him, still want him in your life and now that you have admitted it to yourself and Sy, you could both move on from this ugly time and be a family again. The thought is comforting and once again, the rocking of Sy’s chest against your cheek lulls you to sleep.

You woke up just in time to see Sy leave the bedroom. He was completely dressed, shoes on and everything, and it takes you a couple of seconds to register what you saw. You barely hear him go down the stairs, and you think he must be trying not to wake you. Confused, you look at your phone and check the time. Where is he going at seven twenty-five am?

When you realise what he’s doing you quickly grab your robe and put it on as you run down the stairs. “Sy,” you call out. “Hey Sy, wait.”

You catch Sy as he’s about to open the front door. He turns when he hears you, a small smile on his lips as he meets you half way. He puts an arm around your waist and uses his hand to lift your chin, giving you a light kiss.

“Mornin’ Sugar. I thought I’d let ya sleep since I kept you up half the night.”

“Half the night? Yeah, you wish it was half the night.” You smirk and raise an eyebrow.

“Gimmie a break, it’s been over a year,” Sy says roughly, but you can see him trying to suppress a grin. “Next time you won’t be able to walk for a week.”

“Promise?” you ask cheekily.

Sy growls and puts his hand around your neck. “Fuck, Baby, you just try and stop me.” He kisses you possessively, his tongue filling your mouth immediately, taking full control. When he pulls away, you’re a little dazed and breathless. Sy hums as he looks at you, then gives you one last kiss before letting you go. “I’ll call you tonight, we can work out when we can do this again.”

“You’re leaving?” you ask. “Why?”

Sy brings his brows down low and says, “You told me I had to go by seven thirty.”

You swallow hard. “Do you want to go home?”

“That place ain’t my home, Sugar,” Sy says, firmly. “And no, I don’t want to go.”

“Then don’t Sy.” You close the distance between you and put your arms around him. “Come home.”

Sy doesn’t say anything, he clenches his jaw and looks away. You give him a few moments, but the longer he doesn’t speak, the more worried you become. Eventually he looks back at you, his expression unreadable. “You want me to move back in?”

“Yeah,” you say. “We’ve been apart long enough.”

Sy inhales deeply, letting his breath out in a long sigh. “We have, haven’t we.” Then he smirks at you. “The boys will be home at nine, right?”

“Right…” you say cautiously. You don’t like that look in his eyes. He licks his lips crudely and you realise what he’s thinking. You feel heat spread through your body from deep in your gut.

“Then get your ass back up stairs woman. We’ve got an hour and a half and I intend on using every single minute.”

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You grin. “Because I’ve got a costume too, handsome and if Santa Claus comes tonight then he’ll also be cumming tonight. Mrs. Claus will make sure of it,” you promise with a wink.

              He groans, “Bug, you drive a hard bargain.”

You smirk, “I know, baby, but who knows how much longer we have to sprinkle this kind of magic in the kids lives, they are growing up so fast.”

              Sy runs a hand over his hand, “That’s true. Jamie is growing like a weed. Can’t believe he’s already in his big boy bed.”

You smile and kiss him, “I know, but he takes after his daddy.”

              He chases your lips when you pull away.

“Uh, uh, there’ll be more where that came from after you hold up your end of the bargain, Mr. Claus.”

              He groans, “You’re killing me.”

You laugh and peck his cheek, “It’ll be worth it I promise.”

              Midnight rolls around and you slip into your new set in the bathroom, wrapping your Christmas themed bathrobe around you before heading into the bedroom and biting your lip at the sight of your burly, ex military man bedecked in him red velvet and fur trimming.

              He looks up at you, “Don’t laugh, bug.”

“I’m not laughing, I promise. You look very handsome.”

              He groans, “You haven’t seen the worst part yet.” You hold your breathe as he reaches for the acrylic beard and straps it on his face, before tugging the hat on.

You can’t help the small giggle that bubbles out of your lips.

              He frowns, “Bug, you promised.”

“I know, I’m sorry. I couldn’t help it but I think it’s very sexy you are willing to do this for our babies.”

              He scratches at the fake beard, taking in your form in. “How sexy.”

You strut over to him, “Very, very sexy. So sexy, that I’ll give you a little sneak peak.” You wiggle the neckline of the robe apart so Sy can catch a glimpse of red fabric tied in a bow around your bosom.

              His eyes darking slightly, “Mrs. Syverson, you are gonna spoil me.”

You smirk, “Daddy, it’s Mrs. Claus tonight.”

              He bites his lip and then, stands up. “Alright, I’ll go get this is little farce over with and come back for my Christmas gift.”

“Good boy,” you murmur, tugging your robe closed once more.

              Sy grabs the bag of stocking stuffers you’d wrapped earlier during your yearly Love Actually rewatch and shoulder it.

“Wait!” you hiss, reaching towards the throw pillow on your bed. “You look too fit! Come here.”

              He sighs and walks over to you, sulking slightly. You undo the thick black faux leather belt at this waists and let his jacket fall open to reveal his slightly softer around the edges middle and allow yourself to ogle your very sexy husband for a moment before pressing the throw pillow against his abs and fixing his jacket once more.

“There! you look perfect.”

              He huffs, “Sure.”

You reach up and cup his snow white bearded cheeks, “You look amazing. Thank you for indulging me, thank you for doing this for the kids. I won the husband lottery.”

              His eyes soften, “I love you, Bug.”

You smile up at up, “I love you too, Sy. So much. More and more every day.”

              He presses a tickling kiss to your lips before he grabs the bag once more. “Gotta complete the mission.”

              He shoulders the bag once more and tiptoes down the stairs, you go down the hall and open the doors to kids room enough to play the sounds of bells before the thud of “Santa” landing on the roof. You hear Leigh gasp and her blankets rustle. You sneak back to your room and turn the lights off, sitting in front of the door you left cracked open to watch the kids. You hear the patter of Leigh’s little feet as she slips out of her room and into Jamie’s. Soon enough she reappears dragging a bleary eyed toddler behind her.

              “Come on, Jamie, I heard him!” she murmurs, in hushed excitement. She leads her brother to the decorated banister, where they kneel to watch “Santa” fill their stockings, munch the cookies and pocket the carrots for the “reindeer”.

              Jamie watches with big eyes and calls out “Santa” causing leigh to freeze. Sy plays along and looks up, winking at the kids before pointing to their beds. Leigh nods once, eyes round as she grabs Jamie.

              “We gotta get back in bed!” she orders, tugging her brother to his feet and pulling him down the hall. They both rush into their rooms, their doors slamming as if to prove that the are in bed once more. Sy gives his best “ho ho ho” before munching on the carrots and tiptoeing back up the stairs and into the bedroom.

              He closes the door gently behind him and clicks the lock before he tugs of the hat and beard. “So how I do, mama?”

You smile at him, “You were perfect.”

              He grins at you wickedly taking a seat in bedside chair, “Now Mrs. Claus, why don’t you come sit on Santa’s lap and tell me just how good you’ve been this year.

You giggle as he pats his thick thigh temptingly, “Only if I get his package for a present.”

              He grins, “I think that could be arranged.”

“Well then, ho, ho, ho. Mr. Claus,” You murmur, dropping your robe to reveal his treat.

“Yeah, I mean I always tell him, he’s not 25 anymore. Or even 30. I’ll need you to back me up, he does anything you say. I’m his equal, you’re his Mom.”

You both laugh a little, hers warm and kind, while yours tinges with the remaining hopeful nerves of an army Captain’s wife. You don’t like not knowing about your Sy, especially since you spent all those years apart, not knowing if he was safe, or even alive. The waiting, in any capacity, is the hardest part.

You’re flipping through a random tabloid magazine, when the surgeon in charge walks through to the waiting room.

“Everything went really well with Captain Syverson. He’s coming to from the anaesthetic and asking for his Ma?”

Ma grins before sucking her teeth between her lips watching as your mouth drops. You both move from the waiting area to follow the surgeon towards where your husband is resting. You speak under your breath, only wanting Sy’s Ma to hear you; “I hope he still remembers how to grovel after this.”

Ma enters the room with you following her, arriving only a couple more corridors along from where you’d last seen him earlier that morning. He may not have asked for you but you were going to see Sy whether he wanted it or not. A grand push of the door allows it to swing open, and suddenly there he is. A little disoriented but has a large dopey smile plastered on his face as soon as he sees his Ma. His heavy head lolls to one side as he rests it on the plush hospital pillow.

“Hey Ma” he groans out as she bends over her large son to give his forehead a kiss, taking his hand in hers. He spends a moment just gazing at her for a while, the love he has for her evident on his face, as she tells him that everything went well, and that he can go home tomorrow.

It’s only after this tender mother and son moment, that he notices you.

“Ma.... why ya bringing a beautiful girl here when I’m like this...oh god I’m not wearing underwear Ma!”

His feeble attempt at trying to cover himself means that you actually end up seeing far more of him than you expected. Nothing you hadn’t seen before, but it definitely hasn't happened in front of his own mother before. The whole situation makes you blush and giggle a little as you try your best to avoid eye contact with Ma. You can only imagine the look on her face, and you don’t want to get any more involved with Sy’s naked form than you need to right now.

Rather than put you and your poor Sy through any further embarrassment, Ma speaks up.

“Oh darlin’, this is y/n. You remember her, right?”

And while he’s listening - or at least pretending to listen to his Ma fussing over him again - he’s just staring at you, gazing in awe as if you were the one to hang the stars in the sky.

“You are.... so pretty” he slurs, making you break out a genuine smile that he mirrors, glad that he was the one to make you look even more pretty.

“Well thanks handsome. How do you feel?” you perch on the edge of the bed and hold his hand. To him, the gesture feels warm and inviting - even if he doesn't know you, he recognises something about you in the comfort that you bring.

“Feel like shit. Oh fuck i said ‘shit’ in front of the lady” he whines again, scrunching his eyes closed as hangs his head in shame. It looks like he might even cry with the realisation that he’s made such a foolish impression of himself. It takes Ma shushing him and making him take a sip of juice from his bedside to calm down, dabbing his face with a cloth when his juice spills from his mouth.

“Oh Logan Daniel Syverson...what did they do to ya?” she lightly scolds as she helps clean up the mess he’s unknowingly created around him. That’s your Sy, a hurricane of mess that somehow fits into order just how he likes it.

You giggle a little more at his shameful expression, before he refocuses, giving you his undivided attention once more.

“How is it that ya know my Ma and we’ve never met? Or have we? ‘Cause I think i’d remember a face like yours” 

“Well...” you start, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear to let him see your entire face, hoping it would jog his memory. As you do so, the ring on your fourth finger glints in the hospital light, and for the first time since you've entered the room, he’s noticed.

“Oh...man...knew a girl like you would be snatched up already. Whoever has the honour of being yours is a very lucky man.” He smiles softly, a wistful look in his eye, while makes you realise that you can’t wait for the drugs to leave his system, you have to remind him who you are and who he is, right this very moment.

“Sy honey... we’re married. You’re my husband, and I’m your wife. I think the drugs are making you more than a bit loopy.”

It’s his turn for his jaw to drop, his eyes are unblinking as he takes in what you’ve just said. He turns sharply - more than his doctor would have probably liked - to his Ma, and then back to you, and then his Ma again, waiting for one of you to burst out laughing at the prank you surely must be playing on him.

“Wha-? A wife? I have a wife?” you nod and he exhales a deep breath of air in amazement. 

“YOU’RE my wife? Really?” you nod again and Ma smiles at you as she watches the scene of Logan meeting you all over again.

“Am I still in the army? I’m a Captain ya know”

“You left just a few months ago. You still work in the local camps, of course. You like it there, and you’re home every night and most weekends.”

“Does Ma like you?” You don’t even get a chance to finish as he turns to his mother “Do you like her? is she nice? Does she like your new kitchen? I built it y’know.” 

You knew when you met, dated, and married him, that Sy was a Momma’s boy. He loves his mother so much, that her opinion will always mean the world to him. 

Ma nods “You two are the sweetest couple. She’s the best addition to the family, gives you a run for your money alright. She’s my new favourite.” You get a soft hug from her as she says this, with her wrapping her arm around your shoulders and pulling you close. She’s always felt so grateful that her Logan found you, because my goodness did he love you ferociously, and he needed you in his life. You were the making of him, and the whole Syverson clan will forever be grateful to you for it.

"And where did we get married? If we really are married.” He continues his line of questioning.

“At the ranch, on your family’s land. it was such a special day. We had the reception there too. And we went to Italy for our honeymoon.”

Sy is basking in every word you say, praying it to be true, as if he could will it into existence if it hadn’t already happened, wanting badly to remember sunset kisses and italian food and beach days all spent with you. He perks up at the last thing you say, taken by complete surprise.

“Honeymoon?! Oh my god have we...ya know..?” A blush fades over Sy’s face, and even though you love his Ma, you really wish she wasn’t finding out so many details about your personal life today, like how your son rails you on the regular in many ways, and in many places. He must somehow remember or at least accurately imagine your past endeavours, as he grins like a little shit. 

You smack his arm, lightly but with a firm hand.

“Be quiet, or the whole ward will know about our sex life” you threaten. “Yes we’ve had sex. i’d hope so given that we have a kid on the way.”

If Ma had had to deal with her son getting horny over his “new”wife, she was being fully compensated for it as she witnessed him fall head over heels in love with you, all over again.

“A kid?...Tell me ya not messing with me...are we really- I-” he swallows and his tears come even easier than before “We’re havin’ a baby?” With the sudden realisation, he turns to his Ma. “This beautiful woman right here’s havin’ my kid, Ma?” He looks between the two of you again, watching as you both nod and beam from ear to ear.

“You know you cried just as much when i told you for the first time too. i promise when the drugs are out your system it’ll all make sense again.”

Sy smiles, clutching your hand in his warm palm, almost scared to let go as the door is knocked and he feels you might be taken away. Instead, it’s a welcome visitor.

“Hey doc,” Sy greets the man who reenters the room, now freshly out of scrubs  to visit his patient - who if anything is now simply love sick, no hernia to be found. “This is my wife, and she’s having a baby.” he looks back to you with a quirk of his eyebrow “My baby?” You roll your eyes and he confirms it; “my baby.”

“Oh, congratulations...again.”

The doctor’s evaluation and explanations don’t take long, and while Sy is being informed, you start rubbing your belly as a form of self-comfort. You will need to remind your child that while their father looks incredibly stern and impossibly large, he is silly and goofy and already loves them with his entire being. Over the course of the afternoon, Sy talks with you while the anaesthetic wears off. It turns out they had given him a pretty high dosage based on his height and muscle mass, so he would be out of action for a couple of hours at least.

“Oh, i have your ring” you pipe up before he starts getting too sleepy again, taking the thick gold band off of the necklace around your neck, placing it on his finger carefully.

“That feels better already” he sighs, as he begins to doze in and out of consciousness. Before he closes his eyes once more to rest peacefully, a small tear slides down his cheek, which you of course, notice. Sy has cried maybe 5 times in the time you’ve known him and three of those times have been in this very room.

“Honey what’s wrong? Are you in pain? i can call the doctor-” 

“No i’m fine i’m fine i just-” he sniffs and tries to clear his throat from the sad, heavy pain he feels in his chest. “I’m gonna be real sad when I wake up from this dream. What if I can’t find you when I wake up?”

Oh your sweet, silly man.

“Bear it’s not a dream, I’ll be right here when you get up properly and we can go home and cuddle and I’ll heat up your favourite meal. I’ll be right there with you.”

“And the baby?” he asks, eyes wide. almost nervous to ask.

“Well they have to come too, they're with me. We can look at their pictures again so you can get reacquainted. And Aika will be so happy you’re back. We’ve been gone the whole day.”

“Aika!” your husband perks up, “Oh Aika, man....I love that dog..”

“I know you do bear, you just get some rest for now and then we can go home.”

Before you know it, he’s fallen back to sleep, his mouth wide open as he slumps against his pillow, completely out of it.

It’s dark outside when Sy opens his eyes again, watching as his Ma passes you a small herbal tea in the dimly lit hospital room. Technically visiting hours are over, but no one was going to argue with the Captain’s family. You smile, and he feels like he can finally relax, in your presence

“Well, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes” he growls lowly, and you look up at him from your phone, beaming in surprise, glad that your husband had woken up feeling a bit more like himself.

“Oh hello again” you smile and squeeze his hand, his slow blinking already indicating a much clearer mind, and that he knows exactly who you are.

“Again? What’d I miss?”

“The drugs” he stops you mid-sentence for a sweet kiss, acting as though a minute more without your lips would be the source of his downfall. “Mmmh, the drugs made you so loopy, it was the sweetest thing, Sy.” You grin as he pulls you up beside him on the bed.

He raises his eyebrows, clearly with no recollection of any of the past events. Yet still, he smiles.

“Yeah? How’s baby?” he holds you close to his side, wrapping an arm around your waist so he can cover your tummy with his palm.

“They’re great. Glad to have daddy back and sane.”

You swear that as you say that, he starts tearing up again, this time however he doesn’t let them fall. He was openly weeping earlier, but you won’t tell him that. Not yet.

“Damnit. Must be something in these drugs they got me on.”

“Mm-hmm sure bear.”

You stay close that evening, both curled up on a hospital bed that is already quite a tight fit for your husband alone. But as always, he makes it work. You’re half on top of him, both of you fast asleep, when the nurses come to do their rounds. Ma had left just after he had woken up, sneaking off into the night to let the rest of the family know how her most middle son is keeping after the operation. You’d cuddled and doted on each other until you’d fallen asleep, Sy following not long after as he bid goodnight to you and your precious cargo with a soft kiss to your lips, and protective rub of your stomach.

He counts himself more than lucky to have something so good, that it would pain him to forget. He was living the life that he’d been too scared to ever dream of, and he couldn’t be more grateful.

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Masterlist

Author’s note: My sincere apologies for how crazy long this list has gotten 😂 It’s like the whole fandom is agreeing on one thing: this man needs a baby ASAP. Also, thank you dear @littlefreya for your ever wonderful suggestions! 

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With Henry

Single dad Henry is trying to figure out a hair tutorial to please his 4-year old, and it’s the most adorable thing ever. With Flowers In Her Hair by @wanna-do-bad-things 

Single dad Henry kinda hittin’ on da nanny? Picture Perfect by @fun-with-jane is a short fic series that’ll get you kinda hot, and kinda bothered (the slow burn..ARGH) 

Getting you pregnant is, apparently, a very VERY exact science including honey-wine-&-cookies.. baby. Freyja Dag by @geek-eat-repeat

And don’t forget about timing! THE TIMING! Let’s Make One Of Our Own is the sweaty hot smut you might just crave (am I the only one ovulating right now?), fic by @littlefreya. 

Sometimes it’s also just a situation of super sperm, followed by an “oopsie baby”. And when two bullheaded fuckbuddies-to-be-parents are involved, things can get pretty ..engaging: The Rules Of Engagement by @ladyreapermc (multi-chapter). 

Or perhaps it’s a situation of Henry and his untameable Hunger, by @littlefreya (yes, it’s breeeeding smut my lassies -- again, forgive me for I am thirsty) 

Pregnancy ain’t always sunshine and rainbows. There’s also a lot of change and self-doubt. But that’s nothing some coconut oil and love can’t fix, in Two Months by @littlefreya

There’s a lotttt of first times with having children, which in turn will probably give quite a few heart Flutters for poor protective dad Henry. By @littlefreya

And he’s not just protective, he’s also pretty observant. This Cute Little Drabble makes you wonder when you last bought tampons... by @toomanystoriessolittletime​

Newborns? They can be a little fussy. But again, daddy bear is here to fix it! Everything I Ever Wanted by @fuckoffbard

With the brood expanding, it’s getting a little difficult to garner the ever-craved attention of momma bear in This Is War by @cruelfvkingsummer

And when mom isn’t home? Well..the question arises what happened to all the cookies.. Daddy’s day by @angrythingstarlight

Okay, one more by @angrythingstarlight because I couldn’t choose: Baby Talk

And Henry’ll learn soon enough that changing your facial hair should go with a disclaimer. Especially when toddlers are involved. Daddy Who? by @viking-raider

And facial hair also reminds me of this fic; Domestic Life by @writernerd23 (-> “Your face is scratchy, Daddy.” <- CUTE)

The Accidental Family by me. A domestic sad-fluffy short series about memory loss -- After a motorcycle accident, Henry suddenly finds himself living the life he always dreamed of. There’s only one small hitch; he can’t remember how he got here.

And to carry on with the more sad fluff-stuff. How would Henry deal with the less rosy parts of trying to have children - like miscarriage? Negative is a beautiful fic that got me balling my eyes out and you should definitely read it if you’re in the need for some sad, sad fluff. By @oddduckthatgirl​

Perhaps things didn’t quite go as planned - whatever the plan was. This sad-to-fluff fic brings you on the rollercoaster of extremely sad to fuzzy warm and happy. Better Off by @toomanystoriessolittletime​

More tear-jerkers? 😭Falling Again by @deathonyourtongue follows struggling AU dad!Henry as bills keep piling and the loss of his wife haunts his every waking moment. 

Back to the fun stuff - *chants* Rugby dad! Rugby dad! I couldn’t pick just one from the extensive list of rugby dad Henry fics by @hlkwrites and @achaoticaugust - let’s be honest; this should be a genre on its own, so here’s a few: 

Henry Cavill, The Rugby Dad Part 2 (smut, daddy kink) I laughed perhaps a tad too loud at the drunk make-out session on the front lawn - here’s some short sexy rugby dad Henry drabbles. 

 A Rugby Dad’s Guide To Injury Time  (smut) I just love smut when it slow, sensual and JUST a tiny bit awkward because you’re on the couch and someone’s leg is in a cast 😜

A Rugby Dad’s Guide To The Off Season (smut) And after the hard toil of keeping a family up and running, it might just be time for a hot (tub) little break 

With Sy

A few short, golden moments in becoming first-time parents with Sy - including skin-to-skin daddy cuddles - what else do you want? Evermore by @hauntedelation is a fluffy fic that gets me all kinds of fuzzy inside.

Talking “short” golden moments..this one includes one short reader, a coffee mug and one teasing oaf-of-a-bear Syverson. (smut) Of Short Girls And High Shelves by my fellow Lisa, also known as @killjoy-assbutt-1112 (hi girl!) 

Cankles, have never been so hot a subject to talk about as they are in this lovely fic by @crimsonrae: Cigarettes and Morning Breath 

And before you know it, you have a whole brood. Will that stop Sy? Meh..probably not. Fourth Time’s The Charm by @cruelfvkingsummer

And once he HAS a daughter? Woof! Dad Syverson is probably just a LITTLE bit too overprotective. But that’s nothing a daughter-dad weekend can’t fix. Daddy Syverson by @connieisland​

Imagine this: one big chunky Captain Syverson and one tiny, tiny babygirl cradled in his arms. Are you melting yet? Siobhán is just the cutest little fic, by @littlefreya

We really want Sy to get a daughter huh? And that’ll be particularly funny when daughter sweet becomes old enough for Prom Night -- we’ll be back with overprotective daddy Sy who is ever stubborn, but also ever sweet. By @littlefreya

Onto the holidays: Santa brings back home a 5-year old’s one true wish in Santa Letter Wish by @lovelycavills 

And sometimes? You wish the babe would wait JUST a few days before getting born. Christmas, Baby by @its--fandom--darling

Now. To finish off the Sy vibes; are you perhaps in the need of one heck of a good series? Willow Run is one of the first series I read here on Tumblr and it is SO GOOD. I won’t blab and just let you read ❤️ you won’t regret it. By @deathonyourtongue

With Geralt

Geralt, Destiny, one stubborn girl and the Law of Surprise - it’s a recipe for great adventures and funny grumpy dad!Geralt moments. This wonderful multichap fic A Soldier’s Daughter is written by @viking-raider​ 

I know it’s canonically impossible for a Witcher to get anyone pregnant (due to the Trial of the Grasses). But you know..if ..and when..and maybe..then: A Gentle Soul by @killjoy-assbutt-1112

With Marshall

Some mild roleplaying, rough smutiness and unexpected news make this love-making sesh a wild-wild ride. Heart Of Darkness by @littlefreya

Sleepless is a wonderful multichap fic with Marshall x single!mom reader. @feralrunaway gives you awkward barbecue chat and protective Marshall being ever protective. There’s no masterlist, so here’s (I think) all the chapters: part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6

Can you imagine big hunky chunk Marshall being worried when you get all teared up with emotion? Baby Blues gives you allll the cute caring dad!Marshall you need. By @the-soot-sprite

With August

A child born out of love and chaos, is all August craves when he comes back home. Mother Of Murder by @littlefreya​ (smut) 

Bad guys, accidental babies and *BOOM* suddenly it’s not just you who calls August “daddy” ((pun intended here, please don’t hate me 😂)) Surprise, surprise.. by @maya-the-cute-ass-bee

And once such that surprise happens, August knows one thing for sure: he’d burn the whole world to a crisp if anything was to happen to you and his unborn child. In this Imagine by @littlefreya

With Napoleon

Sobs, cries and accidentally getting pregnant by spies ((the puns are getting worse, I swear I’ll show myself out in a bit)). On a serious note though: this multi-chapter is an angsty rollercoaster with a tinge of fluff by @coloraturadiva - A Mistake 

With Sherlock

Dad!Sherlock fics are surprisingly hard to find, but here’s one: Promises by @zodiyack is a bit of a modern interpretation of a Victorian household, and it sure as hell is delightful!  

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WEW! That was a LONG list - wonderful work dear fic writers! And, as ever; if you have any good recommendations that fit in this list, please add in the comments or reblog! ❤️