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goshhh imagine how much more touchier Copia would get after you have his first child...you've gotten more softer and plumper but copia just can't get enough of you. Alone time? Yeah no he's by your side 24/7, playing with your ass and fondling your tits- fucking you on the kitchen counter everytime he sees you cook in that apron that's just a little too small for you now...🫣
He wouldn’t be able to keep his hands off you, especially when your belly is swollen with his baby inside you, he would be rubbing his hands over your belly and kissing it every chance he gets, showing off to everyone that he is the one who made you pregnant 🫠
he would worship your growing body, especially the year after when your hormones are still all messy and you’ve got a little thicker and squishy all over, he would love every curve, he’d love laying behind you and just running his hands up and down your plush thighs and soft belly and squeezing it while he pushes himself up against your ass and breathes against your neck while he leaves wet kisses there, his free hand would be desperately gripping your swollen tits 🤤
(thank you especially for giving me the mental image of the kitchen counter to enjoy btw😮💨)
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Tags: sfw, 1.3k words, dad!copia, reader is copia’s s/o, g!reader, family shenanigans, gift giving, just a cute lil ficlet.
On a bright and warm summer afternoon, Copia happens to be nowhere else except half-asleep at his desk. Not the preferred place he wants to be on a day like this, but the one place he has to be.
The doves are cooing outside, and the endless sunshine coming through the blinds tells him that the sky is clear. Even if Primo hadn't told him in the halls eariler, he would expect the Abbey gardens are in full bloom.
The more Copia thinks about it, the more he regrets not taking this day off to spend with his daughter and partner. And the more he curses at his past self for having poor time management skills. Had he finished this paperwork Sister assigned him days ago, he'd be free to do whatever he pleased. He would have been able to take his loves out for the day, to make the most of the sun.
For now, he suffers in his chair as he signs another document talking about Ghoul wardrobe budgets.
The sunshine had brought in the warmth though, which wasn't good for Copia's worn out mind. The room had become the perfect temperature to relax in. He feels as if he could be lounging on the balcony upstairs. It's making him sleepy.
As he scribbles his signature on another random document, he debates resting his eyes just for five minutes. His signatures are resembling squiggles similar to his daughters doodles rather than his own name. A rest would do him good.
Copia sighs, giving up on his pen by rolling it aside. It would be a short nap, he decided. He'd tuck his head in his arms, doze just long enough to get his energy back up and running. He'd be able to finish in time then-
The office door swings open in a flash, wood slamming into the wall, the commotion yanks Papa out of his drifting daze. He goes right-straight, eyes wide as saucers, staring in terror as he can expect only one person at his door. Most likely Sister Imperator, ready to berate him for slacking off.
His terror quickly ebbs away, it isn't Sister. He softly exhales in relief, seeing it’s only his daughter at the door. His sunshine, smiling ear to ear, frills and sequins of her summer dress a welcomed splash of colour in his dull office. You appear not far behind her, matching her smile, although it's more slyer in demeanor, Copia notices. Like something is up your sleeve.
"What did I tell you about knocking, dolce mia? You scare your Papa!" Copia tries to be chiding at his daughter but he falls short. He's already smiling, just at the sight of you two; how Sofie skips up to his desk in an unbalanced wobble, how you watch her with such a fondness in your eyes as she giggles.
"I tried to tell her," You reply, rolling your eyes, "You know she doesn't listen."
Copia goes to add something about staying up past bedtimes and sneaking a late night stack with Terzo one too many times-
"We have a present for you!" Sofie beams at the end of his desk. She's just tall enough so her eyes can see over the edge of it. Copia tilts his head, smile quirking into a suspicious smirk, glancing between you and his daughter. He stares at you for a second, eyes drilling you for answers, but your lips stay sealed. You aren't gonna spoil a thing. He just now notices how his daughter has her arms behind her back. It turns out she is the one with something up her sleeve.
"Hold out your hands!" Sofie demands, tip of her nose raised with a small pout, waiting for her dad to listen. She really does get her stern face from her Papa.
Copia obeys hesitantly, slowly peeling his gloved hands off the surface of his desk and holding them in a cupped palms. He raises his brows expectantly. But Sofie's not satisfied. "Close your eyes."
He does, scoffing quietly. The next second he feels a tickling, scratchy thing in his hands. "Open!"
Before he does, Copia doesn't really know to expect. He would guess it's a baby rat, but he knows he already has far too many. Also, it's not wiggling in his hands. Whatever it is, Copia will accept it with joy, knowing the gift came from his baby girl. And he certainly does.
He finds himself lost for words at the gift in his palms, he feels more than joy. He looks down at the flower crown in his hands. A delicate, little adornment made of daisies and pink and yellow carnations. It's a sweet, heart-made and hand-crafted gift.
Copia's lips part in an audible pop, brows raised as he takes in his daughter's piece of art. Sofie makes a garbled noise of joy, at seeing her father’s face light up with her own eyes.
"Oh dolce, you are very talented!" Copia examines all the bits and pieces, spinning around the crown in his palm to get a closer look. "And creative! Look at these nice colours."
"Papa Pweemo helped me pick them!" Sofie jumps up and down. She can barely contain her excitement. "He told me the best to go together!"
"He has very good taste." Without needing to be asked, Copia puts the crown right atop his head. It scuffles his hair a bit and causes a few wisps to stick out, but it suits him entirely and isn't too big or small. You got the dimensions just right.
"I think it fits me well, eh." Sofie's eyes shine like the stars, a proud, mismatched gaze just like her Papa's. She makes a small squeal of delight, then rounds the desk. Copia takes her up into his arms and onto his lap, holding her against his side. Despite her tiny arms, Sofie gives her Papa a strong bear hug.
"I got help tying them together though." Sofie explains, pointing to you standing across the desk, sly smile now softened into a genuine one. You give her a wink for actually crediting you, thankful she listened to atleast one of the things you said prior to entering the office.
Copia smirks at you, "Ah I see, thank you very much, you both. And I will make sure to thank Papa Primo for his hard work as well."
"So, do you like it?" You ask from across the desk.
“I love it. I will wear it for the rest of the day.” Copia decides, making sure his crown doesn’t fall off as he lifts his chin up, posing for his little girl. She laughs at the goofy display, while Copia adds, “Now, we just need one for you, piccola mia. Then you’ll match with your Papa!” Next, he’s dotting kisses all over her chubby cheeks, turning her laughter into giddy squeals.
Your smile only brightens further at this scene, witness to another sweet memory of your little family. Before Sofie, Copia never considered such a life like this, as work and the title of Papa always made it seem like it was impossible. Although both is still in the mix, you still find time for these little moments. On days he's chained to the office, you and Sofie can always find a way, just like today. With Primo's help it was much easier too.
As Sofie plays with his crown, it falls crooked, Copia makes a noise of offence. He says in sharp Italian something along the lines of "Be careful not to break it!", and you know then and there. You know even after he takes it off later tonight, he'll have it on his bedside for a very long time.
And when Sofie gets her own, you know he'll always wear it alongside her. He won't care for the odd looks he'll get around the Abbey, because making his daughter smile is worth it entirely.
