#dad austin

It was no secret Austin wanted to be a father. After 4 years of marriage, and many more years before dating, the subject was brought up often by him. Whether it was a casual remark about how cute you would look pregnant or a detour into the baby clothes section of any store you visited together, he was very obvious about his desire for children with you. 

You wanted children as well, especially with him, but there was something holding you back from making it a reality. Being a few years his junior, you knew you had the time to wait until the timing felt right to begin that journey with him. He understood this and felt exactly the same way, you should be completely ready before embarking on such a life-alterning path.

It was the day you went to meet Austin’s friend Ashley’s daughter for the first time since she was born during the midst of the pandemic and the filming of ‘Elvis’, when you finally felt that last shred of apprehension melt away. From the moment he woke up that morning, he was absolutely giddy with excitement. He spent the morning running around the house trying to complete all his daily tasks so you could leave as soon as possible. Of course he was excited to see Ashley, but you could tell there was just as much anticipation to meet his new ‘tiny best friend’ as he so sweetly referred to her.

The drive from your place to Ashley’s was just over an hour, and the whole way he was buzzing with nervous-excitement. This nervous-excitment manifested in Austin not being able to stop rambling,

“I wonder what she’ll look like…I mean I know I’ve seen tons of pictures of her but she’ll probably look different now, don’t you think? I mean, babies grow so fast and it’s been a couple weeks since I last got a picture or FaceTimed them.” He looked over at you, one hand on the steering wheel and the other between yours rested in your lap. His question so genuine and his excitement so apparent you couldn’t help the smile that spread across you face when you met his eyes,

“Babies do grow fast but I’m sure she’ll still look the same.” You brought your intertwined hands up to your mouth to press a quick kiss to the back of his hand, “You know, it’s very sweet, and irrationally attractive, that you’re so excited to meet her Aus.” He softly chuckled under his breath with a shake of his head, removing his hand from between yours to squeeze your thigh.    

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As Austin pulled into Ashley’s driveway, you too started to get excited to meet the baby and see your friend after so long apart. You sent a quick ‘here!’ text as you unbuckled your seatbelt after the car was safely in park. You got out and Austin followed suit, closing his door and rounding the front of the car to take your hand,

“Ready baby?” You asked him, interlocking your fingers and falling in stride together. He beamed at you, his blue-eyes sparkling,  

“So ready.” You came to a halt when you reached the door and you raised your free hand to knock when you saw Ashley through a small window walking up to let the two of you in. You couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face as you waved wildly at her. She jogged the last of the distance, waving back enthusiastically, and flung the door open,

“Oh my god, hi!” She threw one arm around your neck and the other around Austin’s middle, pulling you both into a group hug, “I’m so happy you two are finally here!” She pulled away from you both to embrace just you. You spoke into her hair as you wrapped your arms around her middle,

“Oh, I missed you so much. How have you been Ash?” After the many years you had spent with Austin, you and Ashley had become fairly close almost immediately after meeting the first time. Nowhere near as close as her and Austin, but there was definitely a sisterly bond there,

“I’ve been so good, even better now that my favourite people are here!” She pulled back, and took a step over to Austin who wrapped her in the biggest hug, speaking softly to her as they rock back and forth in their embrace. You gave them their space, it was clear this was an emotional reunion for the two of them, though you did grab phone from your bag to take a sneaky picture to show the two of them later. 

As you locked your phone and put it back in your bag a shrill, happy scream and babble of a baby made you snap your head back to the door. You looked over at Austin, who was taking a step back from Ashley to peer in the door too. Ashley laughed as she looked between the two of you,

“Ah yes, Jupiter has recently found out she can make that sound and she does it 24/7. Used to scare the shit out of me every time, but now I’m finally getting used to it,” She laughed again, shaking her head softly in amusement, “You ready to head inside and meet her?” You nodded excitedly and followed Ashley as she led back you through the foyer, toward the living room. 

As always, her home was extremely well decorated, with tall ceilings and nice furniture, but there was organized mess everywhere–a highchair pushed against the wall and blocks on the floor–that let you know there was a little one roaming around. Austin slipped an arm around your waist as you entered the living room to find Jupiter standing, with the help of the coffee table, with her back to you. You felt Austin’s sharp inhale, as his chest was against your back, when his eyes landed on the little girl, 

“Jupiter, what are you making all that noise for silly girl? I told you, I was just going to answer the door and I would be back.” Ashley bent down, swept Jupiter into her arms, making her giggle wildly, and set her on her hip facing you and Austin. “Now say hi to your Uncle Austin and Auntie y/n.” She pointed to you and Austin. Jupiter looked away from her mother, following the direction of her point, and her eyes fell on your first. You were immediately taken with how beautiful she was in person, all the photos you had received and blurry FaceTimes since her birth were nothing compared to her in the flesh. She was all big cheeks and stunning blue eyes, you think she can’t get any sweeter and then a semi-toothless smile spread over her little face. You couldn’t help but to take a step toward her, Austin’s arm dropping from around you.

“Hi sweetheart, oh my god aren’t you just the cutest little baby ever?” You extended your hands in her direction, a silent invitation to hold her, as you cooed gently at the child. Jupiter momentarily looked between your hands and your face, not yet convinced of her safety with this stranger in her home. She turned her head toward her mom, a small frown overtaking her features, who looked at you and begins to speak, 

“She’s so shy, don’t take it personal. That whole ‘pandemic baby’ thing is no joke,” You lightly laughed, “It’s alright baby, go see your Auntie.” Ashley spoke softly to her daughter and– after another moment of hesitation–Jupiter turned back to you and reached out for your hands, suddenly deciding that you were safe. 

You hooked your hands under her small arms and lifted her gently from Ashley’s grasp, hitching her onto your hip and rocking side to side to prematurely calm any lasting insecurity she may have. She grabbed onto the neckline of your shirt, kicking her little legs at the rocking motion and looked up at you, face overtaken by a large smile once again. You realized that Austin was still standing back a few steps–having not yet closed the distance to see Jupiter–so you turned around to face him, eyes still on the little one,

“Aus, come here and see her. You were right about her looking different in pers-” You looked up at him and were shocked to see his eyes red-rimmed. Instantly concerned, you took a step in his direction and gave him your full attention, “ Are you alright?” He cleared his throat, smoothing a hand over his jaw to collect himself, before offering you a small smile and speaking, 

“Yeah, I’m alright baby. Just- this is kind of crazy,” He looked to Ashley just beyond you, “She’s so perfect Ash. God, I’m just so in awe that you actually made her.” He sniffled once and Ashley was quick to walk over and wrap her arms around him, tears in her eyes as well. It was a tender moment between them, two lifelong friends who had been separated by forces outside of their control during one of the more important moments of their lives. All the emotions–love, admiration, sadness, happiness–were so raw that it made your breath hitch in your throat. You thought the moment couldn’t get any more meaningful, when the pair of them collected themselves and Austin finally made his way over to Jupiter. He placed a hand on the small of your back as he moved to stand in front of you, his head tilted down closer to the height Jupiter sat on your hip. She blinked up at him as he gazed at her, both in awe of each other, and instantly you could see the bond between them materialize. Without any coaxing, from her mother or Austin, she reached out for him and the look on his face when she did was what did it for you. 

There was no doubt in your mind that Austin loved you, he reminded you–in big and small ways–every single day but the love radiating off him for this little girl was overwhelming to witness. It was felt it in every cell of your body, so deeply and profoundly that tears immediately sprang to your eyes. You looked between the two of them, completely enamoured with each other, as Jupiter was lifted from your grasp. Austin made his way over to the couch, his eyes never leaving hers, and sat. In that moment you thought before you could stop yourself, I want to have a baby with him so badly. You were momentarily disarmed by your own thought, but after a moment of quiet contemplation you realized that witnessing Austin so in his element, with a child that wasn’t even his, was the last push you had been needing all along. This realization, coupled with the the way he continued to interact with the little one in front of you, and the next comment from Ashley had you absolutely certain that it was time to revisit the ‘baby talk’ when you got home that evening. 

“God y/n, he’s literally perfect with her. If this is how he is with my kid, he’s going to be absolutely infatuated with yours.” She spoke lowly as she passed by you, making her way over to the armchair beside the couch and sitting down. For a moment, you watched Austin lift Jupiter high up in the air and down again, the two of them laughing at each other, before you walked over and sat next to him. His eyes flicked to your face quickly, flashing his wide smile your way, before falling back to Jupiter who was now reaching out for his face. Before he could lift her up again, you leaned over and kissed the side of his head, 

“I love you, so much.” You couldn’t help the assertion, you were absolutely overflowing with love for the man before you and excitement at the prospect of soon having this for yourself. He looked at you fully then, semi-confused at your sudden declaration but happy nonetheless,

“I love you more.” He leaned in to kiss you sweetly and Jupiter let out her signature scream the second your lips met. You both pulled away and laughed, Austin turning back to the baby and jokingly scolding her, “Excuse me little miss, I will kiss my girl if I so please!” 

Jupiter laughed and reached out for Austin’s face again, happy to have his attention back. Austin leaned back against the couch, lifting Jupiter up with her hands pressed to his mouth, he pressed loud kisses to her tiny palms in an attempt to make her smile. In that moment, he was completely content to be surrounded by his favourite girls, and also entirely unaware of the way his life would change forever when he got home.

You knew when you started trying to get pregnant that it could be a long process. As someone who could be easily disappointed you knew it was important to prepare yourself and, before you got the first negative test, you thought that you had adequately done so. 

month 1-September 2021

It was the day before your period was due to start at the beginning of November, the first time taking a test after you and Austin had begun trying to get pregnant. Austin was sitting on the couch downstairs, strumming absentmindedly on his guitar while an old movie played on the tv, when you quietly closed and locked the ensuite bathroom door. You had just come back from brunch with a couple friends, also stopping on the way home to pick up a box of pregnancy tests, and told Austin you were just ‘running upstairs to change’ so he wouldn’t suspect anything. Before taking the test, you closed your eyes and internally reminded yourself not to get your hopes up, though you could still feel the buzz of excited anticipation. After taking the test, setting it on the counter and washing your hands, you allowed your mind to wander. You imagined how excited Austin would be when you showed him the test and how you would reveal to the world that you were going to be parents. You turned to the side to gaze at your stomach in the mirror, imagining a bump containing your tiny growing baby. 

When the timer finally beeped, you were quick to pick up the test, expecting to be faced with two bold red lines. When there was only one, you immediately felt the disappointment set it. You tried turning the test side to side, using your phone flashlight—anything to try and identify the missing line. After a couple of minutes,  it was clear that the test was negative and your sadness hit like a freight train. 

Tears freely flowed down your face and you knew that the only way to feel better would be to talk about it with Austin. For this reason, you decided to just head downstairs and find comfort in your blissfully unaware husband, still strumming on his guitar. 

“Baby, come ‘ere. What’s wrong?” He quickly placed his guitar to the side and opened his arms, which you immediately fell into.

“I wanted to surprise you because I thought it would be positive but it wasn’t.” You sniffle with your head tucked into his neck, pulling the test from your pocket and holding it out to him. He takes it, glancing at it and quickly setting it aside, pulling you even closer. His arms were warm and tight around your frame, “I’m just disappointed.”

He maneuvers your head from his neck, brushing your hair out of your face and kissing both your cheeks, “It’s okay to be disappointed, I’m sorry I wasn’t with you when you took it. Just try to remember that this is just the first test baby.” You nod at him, wiping the remaining tears from your cheeks, 

“I know, I know. I just really thought I was so it took me off guard.” You blow out a breath before continuing, “It’s just not the right time, when it is then it’ll happen.” Austin smiles lovingly at you, tilting your face up to place a gentle kiss on your lips,

“Exactly. We just need to keep positive in the meantime.” You smile back at him, his encouraging words making you feel better. “Plus, this just means we get to keep trying. Don’t you love trying? I know I do.” He squeezes your hip and leans in to leave sloppy kisses along the skin of your neck and chest. You giggle, threading your fingers through his hair at the nape of his neck to pull him harder against you. You feel his lips pull into a smile momentarily against your skin before continuing to mark you,

All you can manage before you pull him up and crash your lips against his is, “Well, that, mister, is a great point.”

month 3- December 2021

It was a few days before Christmas and you were, understandably, stressed. Last minute shopping, baking, wrapping and packing for visiting Austin’s family over the holidays filled your days. It was as you were putting the last tray of gingerbread cookies in the oven that Austin entered the kitchen, your phone in his hand and his hair still wet from his shower,

“Here darlin’,” He hands you the phone, fluidly reaching around you to press start on the oven timer for the cookies and kiss the side of your head, “It was vibrating on the bathroom counter, figured it was important.”

You took the phone, thanking your husband, and tapped the screen to check your notifications. There was a text from Austin’s sister confirming holiday plans, a couple of emails you noted to go delete later and a message from your period tracker app. Since trying to get pregnant you had been using the tracker more than ever, for figuring out when you are ovulating and also when to test. After the last two months of negatives you had neglected to check your app as much, meaning that you didn’t really know where in your cycle you were. 

You unlocked your phone, opening the app to check the notification, and were met with a pop-up stating that you were three days late–a notification you had set up when you and Austin decided to start trying but had never recieved in the months previous. You were momentarily taken off guard, reaching back to grip the counter top you were leaning against. Austin, still in the kitchen, glanced over at you,

“What’s goin’ on?” He stood from his seat at the kitchen island, coming to stand next to you and peers at your phone, “Oh–does that mean…?” You look up, meeting his eyes. You can tell there is an excitement in them so you choose your words carefully, 

“I–uh, I’m not really sure. I mean I’ve been late before and not been pregnant…and I have been stressed with everything going on so it could just be that.” He listens intently to your words, his thumb and finger pinching and prodding at his bottom lip anxiously,  “But, I could test just so we know for sure?” His eye light up at your suggestion, nodding enthusiastically. You softly smile at him, “Alright, but I need to finish baking and I really should finish packing and we also have a few more gifts to wra–” Austin grasps your face between his hands, 

“Baby, it’s okay. We can do it whenever you’re ready.” He presses a quick kiss to your lips, pulling back and smiling at you before busying himself with cleaning up your baking mess. You can’t help at smile to yourself, taken with just how kind and caring your husband always is. 

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After hours of doing the many tasks that needed completing, you finally had a free moment to take the pregnancy test with Austin. He leaned against the counter, reading from the large instructional booklet in his hands from the pregnancy test box–as if you hadn’t taken many before– when you entered the ensuite bathroom. Without looking up, he held out the unwrapped test to you. You took it from him, ripping the package open and threw it in the trash. Austin still hadn’t looked up, fully engrossed in his reading,

“Love, you do know there isn’t going to be a quiz? You don’t need to memorize everything on that paper.” He looked up at this comment and regarded you with faux annoyance,

“Ha Ha, you think you’re so funny hm?” You nodded at him, a smug smile on your face, and he couldn’t help but crack a smile. As much as you were teasing him about it, you found it endearing that he was so interested. “Alright, now go pee.” He gestured toward the test in your hand. It was your turn to laugh at him and his bold declaration, making your way to the toilet while he went back to his reading,

“Okay okay, I’m going you impatient man.” You pulled down your leggings, sitting down and uncapping the test, watching as Austin went right back to the place he had left off in the booklet. You shook your head at him and began to reach the test between your legs when you caught sight of a familiar red stain. You had felt pain in your back for a couple of hours but assumed it was because you had been on your feet all day doing chores, not because you had–finally– started your period. You thought you would be disappointed but instead you felt a laugh bubble up and out before you could stop it, “Um…Aus?”

“What baby?” He looked over at you, immediately noticing the crimson against the light pink fabric of your underwear. Surprisingly, he too chuckled to himself, crossing his arms over his chest, “That’s just our luck isn’t it?” He reached under the sink, grabbing you a tampon and an extra pair of underwear from the stash you kept with your period supplies to hand to you. You were momentarily surprised that he wasn’t at all disappointed and couldn’t help but vocalize that,

“You’re not upset?” You began cleaning yourself up, still sat on the toilet and, if it had been anyone else, you would’ve felt strange having such casual conversation while you were doing so. But not with Austin, who replied just as casually,

“Well, I mean maybe a little. But, like I said the first time, it’s just not the time yet. It will be soon enough, and until then I’m gonna keep positive for you and us.” He punctuated his sentence with a kiss before he began to back out of the room with the promise of snacks, a movie and cuddles downstairs once you were cleaned up.

month 5- Februray 2022

By the fifth month, you and Austin had managed to completely eliminated the pressure, and therefore the possibility of disappointment, off of trying to get pregnant. You had both fully come to terms with the idea that your timeline being altered wouldn’t really matter in the long run, either way you would eventually have a child and the time it took to get there would never cross your minds again. Because of this, you decided the month prior that you would stop testing before your period was due to begin as it created more upset than it was worth. If you ended up not being pregnant that month then the arrival of your period would alert you, not a negative test. 

Today was the last day before your period was supposed to arrive for the month and it was the least stressed you had felt since September. Instead of worrying all day about the impending test you would have to take, you were able to bask in the excitement of the first Elvis trailer dropping with your husband. There were phone calls and FaceTimes with Baz, cast and crew, who Austin had become close to during the process, celebrating the positive reception and palpable excitement from the public. This led into days of preliminary, general conversations with managers and agents around press tours and public appearances for the following months. You were so engrossed in it all, excitement buzzing through you as you sat in zoom and phone meetings hand-in-hand with Austin. You, and he, had been so caught up in it all the excitement that a week and a half slipped away without so much as a second thought from either of you. This was until you were making dinner one night and suddenly felt sick to your stomach.

At first you just made your way over to the fridge and got yourself a glass of water, thinking you had just been too busy that day and neglected to keep yourself properly hydrated–a somewhat common occurrence you had been actively trying to work on changing. You swallowed one mouthfull of the cold water and immediately felt your stomach turn, slapping a hand over your mouth and running to the first floor bathroom. Barely making it inside, you double over and empty the contents of your stomach into the toilet. Austin, having heard the commotion, enters the bathroom,

“Oh my poor girl.” He gently pulls your hair away from your face and rubs a hand along your back. After a few minutes of retching, the nausea passes and you sit down. You lean back against Austin’s legs as he stands behind you, closing your eyes. You hear the sink turn on and off before feeling a cool cloth touch the heated skin of first, your forehead, and then arms, “Think it’s passed now or do you still feel sick?” You open your eyes and look up at him, his pretty blue eyes meeting yours,

“I think I’m done for now. Can you help me stand up?.” He places the cloth he was dragging along your skin down before gently lifting you up. You lean heavily on him, skin still feeling slightly heated and prickily as the last of the nausea still lingers, and he carefully manuvers you to stand in front of the sink. You reach for your toothbrush, about to put it in your mouth but stopping to ask, “Can you get my mug from under the sink so I can rince my mouth? I don’t think I can bend over.” He nods, leaving a hand on your waist as he squats down and opens the undersink cabinet. You brush your teeth quickly, just to get the taste out of your mouth, spitting out the toothpaste when you finish. He finds your mug, placing it on the counter and is about to stand up when when you feel him freeze,

“Baby?” He stands up abruptly, bumping you slightly, causing you to wince from the movement of your body and your weak stomach, “Oh my god, how late are you?” He holds up the box of tampons you had stashed under the sick after purchasing them a couple weeks ago in preparation for your period–the period that was supposed to start over a week ago. You stare at him dumbfounded for a moment, wiping the reminisce of toothpaste from your mouth with the back of your hand and quickly doing the math, before you ask him,

“Do we have any tests left?” He exits the bathroom without responding, heading upstairs to look for the box of tests in your bedroom. Left on your own, you look at yourself in the mirror, searching for any early indicator that you might actually be pregnant. You study your face and your frame, even lifting up your shirt and turning to side just like you did the first month, but, obviously, nothing looks different. 

Austin reenters the room moments later, pregnancy test box in hand and everything happens so fast. The time it takes for you to take the two remaining tests, place them on the sink and set the three minute timer feels like it passes in the blink of an eye. The anxiety is thick in the air as Austin wraps himself around your from behind, rocking the two of you softly side to side with his arms tight around you and his head tucked into your neck, waiting for your three minute timer to beep. You hold tightly onto his arm that’s slung across your chest, leaning your head back and closing your eyes. 

After the longest, most silent, three minutes of your life, your phone loudly signals the time is up and you jump. You feel Austin blow out a breath against you before lifting his head and looking at you through the mirror on the wall in front of you,

“Do you want to look or should I?” You turn around in his arms, carding a hand through his hair for a moment, studying his face, before kissing him softly. When you pull away you don’t answer his question right away, instead you say,

“Positive, right? We just need to keep being positive and everything will be okay, right?” Tears prick the corners of your eyes, suddenly feeling overwhelmed and needing reassurance. You can see his eyes get glassy before he pulls you into a crushing hug, pressing his lips to your forehead over and over. He murmurs against your skin, 

“Yeah my love, everything will be perfect no matter what it says.” You kiss him again before pulling back, wiping your eyes and turning around to the sink where the tests lay. He reaches toward one test while leading your hand to the other, “Together?” You nod, pulling his free arm across your chest again as a comfort. Austin begins to count down from three and you repeat that word in your head like a mauntra,

“3.” Positive. “2.” Positive. “1.” 

You both look down and flip the tests in your hands. Your hand instantly flies to your mouth, dropping the test back onto the counter, as you begin to cry,

“Oh my god, it’s positive!”

On the drive home from Ashley’s you were buzzing from the excitement of meeting Jupiter as well as the anticipation of telling Austin that you felt ready to start trying for a baby. You knew he was going to be ecstatic, it was obvious that while he was always extremely supportive and understanding of your point of view the last time you spoke about it, there was a part of him that was initially disappointed when you expressed your decision to wait to have kids. He was good at masking it, not wanting to make you feel bad for a completely rational and understandable decision, but you knew him well enough to see past his facade and couldn’t help but feel a little guilty for being the one to put starting a family on hold. 

That disappointment for him and guilt from yourself didn’t last long though, as he landing his ‘Elvis’ role no more than six months after that conversation took place. Now, two years later, you could not have imagined trying to navigate a little one during the stress of the pandemic and a filming process like Elvis. Despite being very stable and annoyingly in love your entire relationship, never once considering separating, being newlyweds was still incredible stressful during that time so you knew you both shared a mutual, unspoken feeling of relief for the decision you made.

Looking over at your husband as he drove, you start to try and come up with a way to approach the conversation when you got home, wanting to make it as special as possible. Usually you pride yourself on your creativity as well as your apt for being excellent at surprises, but in this moment there was not a single idea in your head. You were completely perplexed, and growing increasingly frustrated, at your inability to come up with a suitable way to start the conversation. This must have been evident on your face as Austin glanced over and caught you looking his way, a small frown on your face and eyebrows pulled together in deep thought,

“Baby?” You, so consumed by your spiralling thinking, don’t notice when first he addresses you,  “Y/N?” He places a hand on yours resting on the center console, rubbing his thumb along your knuckles to gently bring your focus back to reality, “What’s going on in your head darlin’? You’ve been so quiet this whole drive–makin’ me nervous.” He drawls, attention shifting between the road and you, waiting for your answer. You try to quickly recover, as to not tip him off about the impending conversation,

“Sorry baby, I’m alright. I think the adrenaline and excitement from the day is finally wearing off so I’m a little tired.” Austin eyes you, not quite convinced but decides not to push it any further. You can see this fact evident on his face so you smoothly change the subject so he doesn’t have room to figure out the real reason you’re acting weird, “What about you? Did you have a good day Uncle Austin? Was it everything you dreamed it would be?” Being reminded of his picture perfect day, surrounded by his favourite girls, immediately distracts him from your odd behaviour,

“It was everything I imagined and more. Jupiter is just perfect–I can’t believe she’s real, and finally seeing Ashley again after so long was perfect, and you being there with me to share it all was-“

“Perfect?” You find his excited rambling extremely sweet but you can’t help but tease him. He bites his bottom lip smiling, slightly embarrassed by his own words. You lean over, grabbing the far side of his face to press a quick kiss against the corner of his mouth before speaking again, “I’m not trying to embarrass you, love. I’m just teasing you, I loved seeing you so happy today.” You absentmindedly smooth your thumb back and forth along his cheekbone as you speak. The loving gesture and kind words make him smile, ducking his head down slightly to press a kiss to the inside of your wrist that hovers near his mouth,

“I was so happy. I am so happy, y/n. Everything just seems to be working out lately—my career, my family and friends, you. I just can’t believe it all.” You can feel your cheeks start to hurt from how large your smile is. After experiencing firsthand the type of stress Austin had been under the last two years; completely immersing himself in his role, being away from all of his family and friends, the pandemic, you were overjoyed that he was finally feeling the beginnings of the pay off of it all. And you knew this would only increase as the press for the movie and the fan reaction began. 

It was at this thought that your happiness and excitement momentarily faltered. Since your realization at Ashley’s, you had failed to fully considered how much was going to change after Elvis came out. From watching the transformation your husband made, you knew that people were finally going to take notice of him and, as a result, his popularity was going to sky-rocket. There wasn’t a cell in your body that didn’t want that for Austin, he deserves to finally be recognize as the incredible actor and person that he is, but you did start to worry that having a baby in the mids of it all these new changes could be just as bad as having one in the middle of filming. To quell your small disappointment and spike in anxiety, you lean your head on Austin’s shoulder as he turns onto the last road to get to your house. 

It’s obvious now that something more is wrong than what you originally let on so Austin presses a kiss to your hairline and mumbles, “You wanna get some food and talk about it when we get home?” You sigh, nodding and snuggling into his arm for the remainder of the ride. 

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      After taking the remnants of your takeout to the kitchen, you make you way back to the couch where Austin is sitting, arms outstretched along the back and his head leaned back. The credits of the show you were watching play on the tv so you pick up the remote and pause it before sitting down against him, tucking your legs up and leaning your head on his shoulder. He wraps his arms around you, kissing the top of your head,

“What’s goin’ on in your head, pretty girl?” You lift your head up and slightly turn your body in his grasp to look at him fully, he smooths his palm up and down your arm as he speaks. The weight and warmth of his hand against your bare skin grounds you as your open your mouth to speak,

“I was- I guess I just-” You pause for a moment, closing your eyes and taking a deep breath to get your thoughts together, “I had a thought earlier today, about us, and built it all up in my head before I really considered it. I’ll be alright, I’m just a little annoyed at myself for getting carried away. And, honestly, I’m kinda sad about it too.” Austin watches your face as you speak, brows slightly furrowed as he takes in your words. You know you were vague and he is probably more than a little confused, but you can’t bring yourself to say exactly what you were thinking, tears already threatening behind your eyes.

“Oh baby, I’m sorry you’re upset. Do you think you could explain your thought to me? Maybe there’s somethin’ you didn’t think of that I can do to help.” As you gaze into his eyes, your heart swells with love for the man in front of you. You are so grateful to have him as partner in life, always so kind and attentive to your needs. You look down to your lap for a moment, clearing your throat and parting your lips to unleash the uncensored truth but the words stay lodged in your throat. Emotion starts to swell within you, hot tears pricking the corners of your eyes, and you look to Austin. He gently brushes your cheek with the back of his fingers, “It’s okay, you can tell me anything.” A tear slips from your eye at his reassurance and you quickly wipe it away,

“I wanted to have a baby.” The second the words leave your mouth you can feel Austin tense beside you. Terrified that he is going to get upset you quickly continue, “Don’t worry, I know that we can’t and I promise I’ll get over it I just need some time an-” Austin silences you by leaning forward and pressing his lips to yours. You melt into the kiss after a moment of surprise, focusing on the warmth of his mouth against yours and the hand that now rests under your chin. He pulls away slowly, as if moving too fast could scare you away,

“You really wanna to have a baby with me? Oh my god y/n, that’s amazing! When did you change your mind?” He scoots closer to you on the couch and runs his fingers through your hair. His eyes are bright, excited, and that flares your upset once again—he’s not listening. You furrow your eyebrows and you gently push his hand from your hair. 

“Austin, we can’t. I just told you that’s why I’m upset.” Austin tries to interrupt but you stop him, wiping at your wet, blotchy cheeks, “You were absolutely perfect with Jupiter and I could see how ready you are, and that made me ready. But, everyone is finally going to see how incredible you are when this movie comes out and I want you to have your moment in the spotlight. This has been your dream your entire career, I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I put that in jeopardy by being selfish.”     

“Y/n, you and our family are my dream. There will never be a ‘perfect’ time to have a baby, all that matters is whether or not we both want it. And it’s not ‘selfish’ to want it.” Austin grasps your chin, turning your face and making you look him in the eyes. “Do you wanna have a baby with me?” You plead with your eyes and stutter to answer,

“Aus, it’s not that simple. I-“ He presses a finger to your lips, silencing you, and softly laughs,

“Hey, none of that. Just answer the question.” You sigh in defeat and pull his hand away from your mouth and into your lap before responding,

“Yes, I want to have a baby with you.” Because you do, there is nothing you want more than to grow the love between him and you by bringing a baby into the world.

“And I want to have a baby with you. So let’s do it. If we both want it then we'll make it work. ” You gaze into the eyes of the man you love as he speaks and all you see is unfiltered love and excitement. It’s in this moment that you believe what he says, because you can see how much he believes it himself. If you love each other and you both want to start this journey together, then everything else can be dealt with as it comes. At this realization, you finally allow yourself feel the excitement you experienced earlier in the day, a large smile spreading across your face. 

“You promise that it’s really what you want? I don’t want you to agree just because I’m upset.” Austin tilts his head back and laughs, a deep rumbling in his chest. You nudge him in the ribs, causing him to let out an ‘hey!’, and can’t help but laugh along with him, “Don’t laugh, I’m serious! What’s so funny anyway?”

“Y/n, you’re kidding right?” He leans in, suddenly serious and slings his arms around you again, speaking lowly, “I think I’ve made it pretty obvious how much I would love to get you pregnant, baby.” He trails kisses along the side of your jaw and down your neck, your eyes fluttering closed and lips softly parting. After a moment of getting lost in each other, Austin pulls back–a smug smirk on his face to look at you. With your eyes still closed you say,

“Okay, let’s do it.” Before you can even process what’s happen, you’re being lifted into the air and your eyes fly open meet Austin’s gaze. You wrap your arms around him as he carries you toward the stairs, a glint in his bright blue eyes, “Um—where are we going?”

“To get started.” He reaches the top of the stairs, looking down at you in his arms, “If we don’t get a baby in you right now, how am I gonna have a hot wife with a cute little baby bump as my date to the Met Gala?” You’re momentarily shocked at his words, and you can tell by the devilish look on his face that while he’s joking, he also isn’t. You shake your head, a smile on your lips, as he pushes the door to your bedroom open.

All you get out is, “can’t argue with that”, before you squeal as he tosses you onto the bed.