#ginge x reader

You exhaled a breath of relief.

It’s christmas day and you’ve been clearing up the living room of all remnants of wrapping paper, while Morgan streamed from a little while before you headed over to your parent’s house for dinner.

Morgan slowly turned in his chair once he noticed you.

“Hey,” he greeted you softly.

“I thought you were still streaming?” You walked over to them.

“I could hear her stirring, you were busy downstairs and I’d already been on long enough so I just ended it and brought her in here,” he explained as she babbled in his lap, eyes focused on the kids show he’d put up on his monitor.

“Cute,” you thought.

You smiled. “Thank you,” you leaned forward to kiss him, grateful you’d found such a considerate man.

Unfortunately, even though he acts like it, Morgan isn’t your baby’s real father. Her real dad ran off as soon as you told him you were pregnant, you’d decided you were better off without him.

You met Morgan just before you started showing. You were strictly friends and nothing happened until you’d had your little girl.

That’s when everything changed.

It started with him coming over to keep you company when you were struggling.

Then he started to help out by doing little things like, hanging some pictures you’d bought, bringing you dinner and watching the baby while you showered.

And along the way you fell in love. Though he’d been in love since the day he met you, he was just hoping you being able to rely on him would open your heart, and of course… it did.

“We’re leaving in half an hour,” you reminded him.

“Mhm,” he responded, looking back down at your daughter.

She looked up at him and showed her gummy little smile, giggling.

“Daddy,” she mumbled.

The both of you froze.

“We’ve never had that conversation. Are you okay with that?” You asked anxiously.

“Are you?”

You waited a moment, thinking, before you nodded.

“Well then so am I.”

He turned his attention back to her. “Yeah. Daddy,” he confirmed with a smile.

Without thinking, you push through the crowd. Your legs move on their own, heart hammering, until you’re close enough. And then you’re in his arms, jumping into him, wrapping your arms around his neck, pressing your face to his chest. “I thought I’d never see you again,” you whisper, voice trembling.

Morgan’s arms tighten around you, holding you like he’s afraid to let go. “Oi… you’re heavier than I remember,” he teases softly, a cheeky grin tugging at the corner of his lips.

You laugh despite the tears threatening to fall. “Could’ve sworn I was lighter.”

He buries his face in your hair for a moment, inhaling deeply. “You’re here. And I bloody love it. Safe and proper in my arms.”

Your hands clutch at his t-shirt as you whisper, “I had to be. I needed to see you… missed you, watched every episode like 50 times”

Morgan sways slightly under your weight, fingers tracing your back gently. “Love… I missed you. Every single day. Even out there, I kept thinking of this moment.”

Tears spill down your cheeks, and you press yourself closer. “Morgan i'm so proud of you, I just missed you so much i-”

He rests his forehead against yours, a soft chuckle escaping him. “Don’t get all emotional on me, yeah? You’re supposed to be jumping into me, not making me tear up too.”

“I’m proud of you,” you whisper, gripping his shoulders. “You won… you actually won I’m a Celebrity. I can’t even explain how proud I am.”

Morgan’s grin softens into something almost shy, though his cheeky glint remains. “Oi… maybe I should’ve let you win, then. Would’ve saved me all the crying,” he says, voice teasing but low.

You laugh through your tears, shaking your head. “You did amazing. Every single thing… and now you’re here.”

He pulls you into a tighter embrace, resting his chin on your head. “I’m here. And I’m never going anywhere. Not now, not ever. But… you better make sure you keep holding me like this, yeah? Can’t let a jungle champ go all soft and lonely.”

You press your face to his chest again, letting yourself cry quietly, overwhelmed by relief and pride. “I won’t. I’ll never let go.”

Morgan exhales, fingers combing through your hair. “Good… because I’m never letting go either.”

He lifts his head slightly, smirking at you despite the exhaustion in his eyes. “good to be back, australias fuckin mental”

You laugh, studying him, not being able to contain your smile. “can i have your flower crown, it's pretty” you whisper.

“ruining the moment now love, its mine” he smirks sassily, “you can have it later"

And in the middle of the crowded airport, under the harsh fluorescent lights, the world falls away. It’s just the two of you, safe, whole, and finally together.

“In your bed?!”

You nodded frantically.

“It crawled over my fucking face!” you shuddered.

Ginge visibly cringed at the thought.

“What do I do?” You asked.

He glanced over at the furry thing sat on your pillow.

“Get in,” he replied plainly, moving over in his bed to make room.

“Get in your bed?”

“Well,” he began, “I assume you’re not going to sleep in your bed and I’m definitely not touching that thing so just… get in.”

With no energy to argue any further you stepped forward and slid in next to him.

Your back pressed up against his side naturally, since the bed is only made for one person.

The both of you fell back asleep just minutes later.

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“Ha! No fucking way!”

You woke to the sound of Aitch’s booming voice.

After a second you noticed the arms wrapped around your middle and the legs intertwined with yours.

You untangled yourself before quickly standing up, which evidently woke Ginge up from his deep sleep.

He groaned and rubbed his eyes, confused.

Aitch crossed his arms and leaned forward, a smirk playing on his lips.

“Wanna tell me why I just found you two cuddled up together?” He teased.

You sighed and plopped yourself down on the edge of your bed before yelping and quickly moving, forgetting completely about the huntsman that might still be lingering.

Ginge groggily pointed to you.

“Spider in her bed,” he explained.

Aitch nodded cheekily.

You stood there, embarrassed before moving past Aitch and escaping the conversation.

Though you could still hear Aitch’s giddy laugh as he continued to interrogate his mate until you were out of earshot.

God, nether of you were ever going to live this down.

You moved from your hometown last year and transported all of your things over to Morgan’s home.

It was hard living hours away from your family but now your family lies with Ginge and your unborn baby.

Everyone was just as shocked as the both of you were when you told them.

Though the boys were so excited and immediately labelled themselves uncles.

The months seemed to fly by and in what felt like an instant you were a few weeks away from holding your baby.

Morgan had been busy finishing off the nursery while you rested your tired body.

The amount of streaming he’d been doing had also drastically decreased as he spent almost all of his time focusing on you.

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One morning you woke up next to your boyfriend, who had a tired smile on his face.

“Think I’m gonna stream later. Last one before the baby comes,” he yawned.

You shuffled a little, your back aching more than the day before.

“Okay. I’ll be out anyway, I have a load of packages I need to return,” you said quietly.

He turned on his side. “Sure you don’t need me to come with you?”

You shook your head. “I’ll be fine.”

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You stood in a ridiculously long line at the post office, carrying three bags of baby clothes that you’d decided to return.

Once you finally got back into your car your feet and back were killing you.

“Shit,” you cursed when a cramp passed through your stomach.

Your hand immediately pressed onto the area as you took a deep breath.

It only lasted a moment and then it was like nothing had happened.

You stayed parked for a few minutes while you let your body relax, assuming you’d just overworked yourself and that that was the cause of the cramp.

Eventually you started your car and drove to the pharmacy, where you needed to pick up a prescription.

You were in and out within ten minutes but you just felt so uncomfortable.

The feeling was hard to describe and didn’t seem serious so you didn’t think much into it.

Though, as you were on your way home you had another cramp… and then another and another until you finally pulled over, still fifteen minutes away from home.

“Fuck, okay.” You attempted to breathe through the pain.

Once what you now knew must’ve been a contraction ended you pulled out your phone and pressed Ginge’s contact.

The phone rang, and continued to ring before it reached voicemail.

You rang again, and a further six times before giving up.

You were scared and hurting and your boyfriend wasn’t answering his fucking phone.

After thinking over your options for a minute you called Heinz, which obviously was a rouge choice but you thought he might be able to get ahold of Ginge.

“Hey! Hey! What’s up?” He asked in a cheery tone.

“Ryan,” you sighed through gritted teeth.

He immediately changed his tune. “Are you okay? …y/n?”

“I think I’m in labour,” you replied quietly.

“What?!” He practically yelled in his thick accent.

Then you heard who you assumed was Chazza in the background asking what was up.

“Yeah, and Morgan isn’t answering his phone and I’m in my car and-”

“It’s okay,” he attempted to calm you since you were clearly distressed. “Where are you?”

“Uhm- some random car park. I’m like fifteen minutes away from home,” you replied, having recollected yourself.

“Uh- okay, send me your location I’ll come get you,” he said before Chazza cut in.

“I’m coming too! Don’t stress y/n!”

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You stood leaning against your car when the boys finally pulled up.

“Hey,” Chazza greeted you carefully, placing a hand on your shoulder.

“He’s streaming,” Heinz told you, “don’t worry, we’ll get ahold of him but first we need to get you to a hospital.”

They helped you into the passenger seat of the car while Chazza got into the back.

“Jesus fucking-” you gasped as you shuffled uncomfortably in your seat.

“It’s okay, we’re almost there,” Chazza reassured you while Heinz glanced anxiously at you as he drove.

Eventually, you reached the hospital and Chazza got out the help you inside while Heinz turned the car around and sped to your home, to get Ginge.

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Heinz knocked on the door viciously as he also spammed the doorbell.

After just a minute Morgan was opening the door, confusion evident on his face.

“What the-”

“y/n’s at the hospital, me and Chazza just drove her there. She’s having the baby mate and you weren’t answering your fucking phone!”

Morgan’s eyes widened. “She’s in labour?!”

“Aye and you need to get there now so get in the car!” He pointed to his car parked haphazardly in the street.

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“Hmm…” you groaned, rocking your hips back and forth as you leaned against the hospital bed.

Chazza stood beside you awkwardly, concerned and with no idea how to help.

“y/n!” Morgan burst into the room, Heinz behind him.

You glanced up and let out a sob of relief.

He was at your side in an instant, hand slowly rubbing your back over the hospital gown.

“I thought you weren’t going to make it,” you whispered.

“I know… and I’m so so sorry. But I’m here now,” he muttered as he pushed the hair from your sweaty forehead.

“Good luck guys!” The two boys said quietly as they went to leave the room.

You thanked them for getting you here, they smiled and then left the room.

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It wasn’t long after Morgan got to the hospital that you were holding your baby in your arms.

“I’m so proud of you,” he whispered as he looked down at his new family.

“She’s got your hair,” you noted, voice horse from the screaming and then crying tears of joy.

He chuckled quietly. “I can’t believe I almost missed this because my phone was on silent.”

“I’m so glad you didn’t,” you looked up at him, “I love you.”

Your hands trembled slightly as Morgan traced patterns on your thigh, his touch light despite the roughness of his hands. The TV was playing some football highlights Morgan has probably seen a thousand times that you didn't care about, but your attention had long since drifted from the screen.

"Hey," he murmured, turning to face you fully. "You've been quiet. Everything okay?"

You forced a smile that probably looked as weak as you felt it. "Just thinking."

"About?" His red hair fell across his forehead as he tilted his head, his blue eyes studying you in a way that made you feel completely exposed.

"Us," you managed, feeling heat creep up your neck. "About... you know."

Morgan's expression softened. "If you're not ready, that's perfectly fine. There's no rush, sweetheart."

"No! I want to," you rushed out, then cringed at how desperate that sounded. "I do. I'm just... nervous, I guess."

He shifted closer, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you against his chest. "What are you nervous about, love?"

Everything. Everything about this terrified you. The vulnerability, the potential awkwardness, the possibility of disappointment. But you couldn't bring yourself to voice those fears to someone who seemed so confident within himself about it.

"I've never... not with someone I actually cared about," you admitted quietly, burying your face in his shirt.

Morgan stilled, then gently tilted your chin up until you met his gaze. "We don't have to do anything you're not comfortable with. And we don't have to do everything tonight. We have all the time in the world."

"But I want to," you insisted again. "I really do. With you."

He studied your face for a long moment before leaning in to press a soft kiss against your forehead. "Okay. How about this? We'll just take it slow. And if at any point you want to stop, we stop. No questions asked."

You nodded, relief washing over you. "Okay."

"And maybe we turn off this shit game first, United is taking the piss in this anyway," he added with a grin, making you laugh as he grabbed the remote.

The room fell silent except for your breathing as Morgan turned his full attention back to you. His lips found yours in a gentle kiss that gradually deepened, his tongue tracing your mouth before slipping inside. The kiss was slow, giving you time to adjust and respond, matching his pace.

His hands roamed your body with deliberate care, mapping out your curves through the thin fabric of your shirt. When his thumb brushed against your nipple, you gasped into his mouth, the hardened peak pressing against the material.

"Sensitive here?" he murmured against your lips, repeating the motion.

You could only nod, arching into his touch as he continued to tease you through your shirt. His other hand slid beneath the hem, tracing patterns on your stomach before moving upward to cup your breast directly, his thumb circling your nipple without the barrier of fabric.

"Better?" he asked, already knowing the answer from the way you were pressing into his palm.

You nodded again, your hands finding the hem of his shirt and tugging upward. Morgan broke the kiss just long enough to pull it over his head, revealing the pale skin dusted with freckles across his shoulders and chest. Your fingers traced the patterns.

His own hands were busy with your shirt, lifting it over your head and tossing it aside. The cool air made your nipples harder, and he took advantage, leaning down to take one into his mouth. The warm, wet suction sent sparks straight to your stomach, and you tangled your fingers in his ginger hair, holding him close as he lavished attention on first one breast, then the other.

"God, you're beautiful," he murmured against your skin, his breath hot against your sensitive flesh. "So fucking beautiful."

His hands moved to the button of your jeans, pausing as if waiting for permission. You lifted your hips in silent assent, and he slowly peeled the denim down your legs, followed by your underwear. The vulnerability of being completely naked while he was still partially clothed sent a fresh wave of nerves through you, but they were quickly replaced by desire as his eyes roamed your body appreciatively.

"Perfect," he whispered, before hooking his arms beneath your knees and pulling you to the edge of the couch. He knelt between your legs, his gaze fixed on yours as he lowered his head.

The first touch of his tongue against your folds made you gasp, your hands flying to his shoulders. He took his time, exploring every inch of you with an expertise that had your toes curling. When his tongue circled your clit, you cried out, your hips bucking against his mouth.

"Easy, love," he murmured, pressing a hand against your stomach to hold you still. "Let me take care of you."

And he did. With patience, he brought you to the brink of orgasm again and again, only to back off just before you could go over the edge. By the time he finally focused his attention fully on your clit, alternating between firm pressure and quick flicks of his tongue, you were practically begging for release.

When you finally came, it was with a cry that he swallowed with his mouth covering yours. Your body trembled with the force of it, waves of pleasure washing over you as he continued to stroke you gently through your orgasm.

As you lay panting against the couch cushions, Morgan quickly shed the remainder of his clothes. His cock sprang free, thick and hard, the tip already beading with precum. You reached for him, but he caught your hand, bringing it to his lips for a soft kiss.

"Not yet," he said with a grin. "I want to be inside you when you touch me."

He positioned himself at your entrance, his eyes locked with yours as he slowly pushed forward. The stretch was intense, but not painful, and he paused after just the tip had breached you, giving you time to adjust.

"Okay?" he asked, voice strained with the effort of holding back.

You nodded, unable to form words as he continued to push forward, inch by excruciating inch. When he was finally fully inside you, he stilled, allowing you to grow accustomed to his size.

"You feel so good," he groaned, dropping his forehead to yours. "So tight around me."

Experimentally, you clenched around him, and he swore under his breath. "Don't do that unless you want me to finish before we've even started."

"Maybe I do," you teased, though you were already feeling the effects.

He chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that vibrated through your chest. "Not yet. I want to make this good for you."

He began to move then, with slow, deliberate thrusts that had you arching against him. Each withdrawal left you feeling empty, each return filling you completely. The pace was leisurely, almost lazy, allowing you to feel every ridge and vein of him as he moved inside you.

One of his hands snaked between your bodies, finding your clit again. The added stimulation was almost too much, and you felt yourself quickly climbing toward another peak.

"Morgan," you gasped, "I'm-"

"I know, love," he interrupted, his thrusts becoming slightly faster, more purposeful. "Cum for me. Let me feel you."

His words were your undoing. With a cry, you came again, your inner walls clamping down around him as pleasure washed over you. This time, he didn't hold back, his own release following moments later as he buried himself deep inside you with a low moan.

For several long moments, you lay tangled together, both panting heavily as you came down from your highs. When Morgan finally shifted, it was only to pull you closer, wrapping his arms around you as he settled against your side.

"You okay?" he asked, pressing a soft kiss to your temple.

"Better than okay," you murmured, feeling completely comfortable and safe in his arms. "Thank you for being... you."

He chuckled softly. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"For being gentle with me."

"Always," he promised, and you knew he meant it.

Hours later, you were still wrapped in Morgan's arms, the sheets tangled around your legs in his bed. The room was dark except for the faint moonlight filtering through the blinds, casting shadows across his features.

"Can't sleep?" he asked, voice rough with sleep.

"Just thinking," you replied, pressing closer.

"About?"

"About how different this is."

"Different from what?"

"From what I expected," you admitted. "I thought it would be... I don't know. More awkward? Or less meaningful?"

Morgan tightened his arm around you. "Sex with someone you care about is different. Better, usually."

"Yeah," you agreed softly. "It was better."

He propped himself up on an elbow to look at you properly, his red hair a mess against the pillow. "What are you thinking now?"

"That I'm lucky," you said simply. "And that I might want to do that again sometime soon."

A slow grin spread across his face. "Is that right?"

"Maybe," you teased, reaching up to brush a stray lock of hair from his forehead. "If you're lucky."

"Cheeky," he chuckled, leaning down to kiss you. "I like it."

You sobbed as you sat on the closed lid of your toilet seat.

You needed silence but your upstairs neighbour was banging around and the traffic outside wouldn't relent and your mind wouldn't stop reminding you of everything wrong with this situation.

Did you want kids? Yes. Did you think you'd be older, married with a house and maybe a dog or two? Also yes.

You'd never expected to end up pregnant at twenty-two with your best friend's baby. You lived in a flat that was cosy but not big enough for a whole ass child, you obviously weren't married and there were no dogs in sight.

You weren't sure what you were going to do, but you knew the first step was telling Morgan.

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"y/n? It's-" he paused to look at his watch, "one in the morning. What're you doing here?"

After sitting for a while and pondering on what to do you'd somehow ended up on Morgan's doorstep, shivering as the cool breeze brushed over your skin.

He noticed your tear stained cheeks immediately and knew that evidently something was wrong. Why else would you be knocking at his door at 1am?

"Come in." He ushered you inside and out of the cold.

"Is Heinz's here?" You asked quietly, a slight quiver to your voice.

He was visibly puzzled and still quite taken off guard by your visit but he replied calmly all the same, "uh- no. No, he's at Rachel's."

You nodded.

"So, what're you-"

"I'm pregnant," you rushed out before he could finish his question, unable to make eye contact or even look at his face.

"You're... say that again?" He breathed out after a moment, shock evident in his tone.

"Pregnant. I'm pregnant Morgan," you repeated, fighting the urge not to burst into tears.

"And its..." he swallowed, "mine?"

You nodded slowly.

He staggered back slightly at the revelation.

"Fuck," he muttered eventually, hand moving to cover his mouth, eyes wide.

A tear slipped down your cheek and you quickly wiped it away with the back of your hand.

He stepped towards you without hesitation and pulled you into his warm chest.

You let out a single sob before completely losing your composure. You were overwhelmed and petrified and also relieved that he'd hugged you.

He took you into his living room and sat you down.

The both of you sat in silence as he cautiously rubbed circles on the middle of your back, still holding you.

You'd never seen this side of Ginge before. He was always lovely with you but the seriousness in his expression just reinforced the weight of your current situation.

Slowly, you pulled away, wiping your tear stained cheeks as you sat back.

Finally you made eye contact with him, he cracked you the smallest of smiles but it eased some of the tension hanging in the room.

"I'm sorry for springing this on you so late," you began, your voice horse from crying, "I found out a few hours ago and I just needed you to know."

He listened, digested your words and then eventually replied. "I'm glad you came love. This... isn't ideal but whatever you want to do I'll be here for you, you know that right?"

You nodded. "I know."

"Did you... wanna stay here tonight? I'll sleep on the couch obviously I just don't think driving home in this state and at this time is the best idea," he referred to your shaking hands.

Once again you nodded.

He went upstairs for what felt like forever before he returned. He helped you up the stairs and into his room where it was clear by the old sheets in the corner of the room that he'd put on fresh sheets for you.

"Thank you," you managed to whisper.

He smiled softly with a nod.

"Wake me up if you need anything."

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As soon as your head hit the pillow you were out like a light, all the stress and tears from the night exhausting you.

The next morning you woke at around eleven and after gathering yourself you headed downstairs where you found Morgan still on the couch, though he was fully awake and scrolling through his phone.

He stood in a rush as soon as he noticed your presence.

"Morning."

You managed a slight smile.

Last night had been such a whirlwind and your head had been all over the place, though now that you'd had some much needed rest and time to process you were actually feeling better about your situation.

"Morning," you replied to him softly.

"Feeling better?" He asked, shuffling slightly.

You nodded. "Yeah. Thanks for letting me stay over."

He waved you off before turning towards the kitchen.

"Hungry?"

"Mhm," you answered plainly but him asking had made you realise just how hungry you were.

He lead you into the kitchen, pulled out one of his dining room chairs then popped some toast in the toaster.

You sat in silence as you both ate.

"So," he began, "I was thinking..."

"Mm?" You glanced up at him, putting your toast down.

"I really don't think this would be so bad."

You almost choked, that was not what you'd expected him to say.

He could see your surprise and confusion so he continued, "you know it's just... well, you're my best mate. Friends have kids together all the time right?"

You chuckled.

He smiled.

"I don't think they do Morgan."

"Well anyway, I've got a house now and Heinz's is only staying until he finds a place. I won't stream as much. I-"

You leaned forward and placed your hand on top of his. "You're doing so well, theres so many opportunities that I don't want you to have to give up just because you knocked me up," you signed.

He intertwined your fingers.

"You know family means everything to me y/n. You and our kid would come before everything else, and that's how I want it to be. Yes, I'd have to turn down a few things, so what? At the end of the day I'd be coming home to you-" he stopped himself.

Your eyes widened slightly.

"Sorry, I just-"

You cut him off by leaning over the table, placing your hands on either side of his face and kissing him.

You stared into each other's eyes as you pulled away, foreheads pressed against each other.

After a moment he closed the gap once again.

You didn't part as you slid out of your chair, rounded the small table and landed in his lap.

With your hands still on his face and his around your sides holding you close you finally relaxed for the first time since you found out you were going to be a mother.

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You decided to take it slow, you were stuck with each other for the next eighteen years so you weren't short on time.

He came to your first appointment with you and held your shaking hand the entire time. He helped you to move in to his place after you'd reached your fourth month together. He spent every morning by your side in the bathroom as you threw up. He brought flowers home when you were having a particularly rough day. And each day you fell more and more in love with him.

He was first to tell you. You'd cooked the two of you dinner, you showered, got into bed and just before you could fall asleep he whispered it into your ear.

You'd slowly turned around in his arms, a smile on your face as you told him you loved him too.

You'd decided not to tell his fans. You weren't really on social media and you both wanted to just enjoy this part of your life without the judgment of people you don't know on the internet.

The last few months of your pregnancy were full of last minute shopping, foot rubs and lots and lots of naps.

Then, on a random rainy Tuesday morning, at around 5am, your daughter was born.

She had fine ginger hair though Morgan pointed out that she'd inherited your eyes, the perfect mix of the two of you.

"If you'd have told me a year ago I'd have a baby with my best friend I wouldn't have believed you," he whispered as he sat next to your hospital bed, thumb gently tracing your daughters tiny hand.

You smiled down at the scene, feeling the happiest and most content you'd been in your entire life.

He looked up at you and pressed a sweet kiss to your lips.

"I'm so glad we drunkenly slept together," you whispered with a smirk.

He chuckled quietly. "I wouldn't change any of this for the world. I love you so much."

“Okay… so ask him out!”

You huffed out a laugh. “You’re kidding?”

“y/n. I’ve seen the way he is with you. He likes you, I know it,” she replied confidently.

You rested your head on the clubs table and sighed, your mind reeling with all the possible outcomes of you actually asking him out.

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third person pov:

“Oi Tays?”

“Yeah mate?” Tays sat down next to him at the bar.

Morgan hesitated.

Tays furrowed his brows. “What’s up? Why’re you so serious?”

“Alright, hear me out. Heathers mate,” he began.

“y/n. Yeah, she’s cool.”

“Well… I kinda-”

Tays gasped. “You like her! Fucking brilliant! So go ask her out.”

“You think I should?”

Tays nodded confidently. “Just go mate. What’s honestly the worst that could happen, she’d be chill about it anyway.”

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second person pov:

You got up from your seat and for some reason you were extremely nervous.

Just as you were about to reach the bar where Ginge was sat with Tays he stood and turned around, crashing right into you.

“Shit sorry.” He placed his hands on your shoulders to steady you before quickly dropping them.

“No, that was my fault. Uhm, actually I was just coming over here to talk to you.”

“Oh, right. You wanna go outside then?” He gestured to Tays listening in behind him.

You smiled at that and nodded.

The chill of the air as you stepped out of the club and onto the pavement sent a shiver down your spine.

Without thinking, Morgan took off his jacket and handed it to you.

You hesitated for a moment, looking into his eyes before you took it and wrapped it around yourself.

“Thanks,” you muttered.

“Listen, uh- before you say anything I just need to get something off my chest. I don’t want to make anything weird so if the answer to this is a no then we can just forget it ever happened,” he began hesitantly.

Your brows furrowed. You were going to say something similar but he beat you to it.

“Would you… go out with me sometime?” He asked, hope in his eyes.

“What?” You blurted out. Completely taken aback.

Alarm filled his eyes at that so you quickly collected yourself.

“Sorry, I mean… I was going to ask you that.”

“You were?”

You nodded, now smiling.

He ran a hand down his face in relief. “Fuckin’ hell,” he breathed out.

You looked up at him.

He looked down at you.

Your smiles slowly faded into something more serious as the tension grew between you.

He stepped forward, slowly placing his hand on your cheek.

“You’re beautiful, you know?” He whispered softly.

In the few months you’d known him you’d never seen this side of him.

Without another word you pushed up onto your tiptoes, leaned in and kissed him.

The both of you melted into the kiss, like it was second nature.

Once you, eventually, pulled away you were both smiling.

“So,” you sighed.

“So.”

“Should we go back inside?” You asked.

He nodded slowly, not wanting this moment to end but now knowing there would be many more moments to come.

When the both of you sat back down with the group you noticed two people staring at you with knowing smiles on their faces.

Tays winked at Ginge and Heather widened her eyes in excitement at you.

Last night you and Morgan put her down in her crib and then fell asleep in your bed after an exhausting day.

You slept hard and woke up feeling pretty good, though you quickly noticed that Morgan wasn’t next to you.

Shrugging it off you got out of bed, wrapped your dressing gown around yourself and went to check on your daughter.

You opened the door with a creek.

The room was lit up only by the little princess nightlight plugged into the wall.

But there was your daughter, laying on a pillow on the carpeted floor alongside her dad, who was also fast asleep.

Spike had also obviously joined them at some point too since he was curled up next to Morgan, it seemed you were the only one who’d slept in a bed.

Your baby stirred, opened her eyes and immediately clocked you standing in the doorway.

She giggled as she began lazily crawling towards you.

That woke Moran up.

He turned over and rubbed his eyes.

“Oh,” he yawned, “mornin’ love.”

You reached down to pick your daughter up as she reached your feet.

“How’s your back?” You asked Morgan, a smirk on your face.

He groaned, “not great.”

You chuckled as he stood up, spike now awake and looking up at him.

“She was crying so I came in to put her back to bed but every time I tried to leave she’d cry again, so I just gave up and stayed in here,” he explained tiredly.

“Well thanks for letting me rest.” You pushed onto your tiptoes to kiss his cheek.

Spike yapped.

Morgan chuckled. “That fat bastards hungry.”

“So is she,” you gestured down to your baby who’s practically clawing at your top.