#homedaddy

Madelyn's office was like being called to the principal's office. Something that sent your stomach into your throat. The worse park of that rollercoaster of anxiety was if one of the Seven joined that meeting. Especially if it is a golden locks, bright blue eye, patriotic man known as the world's most powerful Supe. Homelander. A god among the living, but bad luck wrapped in red, white, and blue to you. A dangerous man kneeling at the foot of a dangerous woman. Madelyn Stillwell, the Senior Vice President of Hero Management, a extraordinary machine that threw every match onto each pile of gasoline. Out performing or disobeying her was a death wish. She held more power at her finger tips than most humans. Leaving her ultimately at the top for people to admire and inspire to be her. But just as much as she was a idol and an executioner. She could have some humanity under all her strength.

Madelyn becoming a mother was a mistake some might say. From where you sat on the other side of her desk, it was a blessing. Mistakes happen and most can move pass it. Not this time for your case. Four months, four months was all it took till things started to fall into place. The puzzle pieces had connected perfectly and now everyone knew. There was the first month of missing the red death, then another month of being in disbelief. End of the second month came the strange gifts. Cravings you were hiding while working had suddenly appeared on your desk. More whispers and compliments started to fly around you. A lot of women telling you that you were glowing. Each time making your hands sweat as you could tell this wasn't going to be secret anymore.

You were right as nausea had you running out of meetings. Those whispers became questions of when and with who. Some even connecting the dots as the only dutiful man appearing near your desk was high in the ladder. Four months, four months ago was the estimated time you last slept with someone. That someone was the worse possible man to end up with. A terrifying man who had probably the most women swooning for him while carrying the world on his shoulders. The golden symbol for the country's biggest company. Homelander. A one night stand that left you pregnant and not being able to part from the sweet life growing inside.

"So tell me…when did this happen?" The voice snapping back into the room from your inner panic room. Madelyn had her hands clasp over each other with a grinning prideful symbol of hope standing behind her.

The red creeping into your cheeks recall back to the gala. The company gala that allowed the employees to attend as a reward for great numbers. An open bar and endless snacks. Not having the best restraint you had let yourself get glutenous. Drink after drink, the world had spun for hours. Brief cuts between each scene that you can recall. Leaning against a man who you worked with. Ending up in the back of a taxi trying to tell him your home address. Finding yourself watching the streets become foreign and the guy's hand creeping up your leg. Closing your eyes to open them again not in the taxi anymore. Feeling the air hitting your face and a warm body curling you up from looking down. The feeling of being safe as you ended up home with pressure of someone holding you. Then quick flashes of your bed, the ceiling, a shoulder, and then stars. A beautiful ending to waking up the next day with the worse headache and a mess to clean up. You dreaded what might happen with the lack of protection, but prayed it wouldn't come to anything.

Unfortunately, Plan B can't guarantee safety as many might think. "The gala for all the employees." Your voice was small the way when you got in trouble as a kid.

"When did you find out?" Stillwell asked.

You open your mouth to speak, but Homelander interjected with the answer. "2 months in, missed a day at work to get the appointment and cried in the bathroom the next day."

The answer wasn't wrong, but him saying it made your blush spread to the back of your neck. Embarrassment and the invasion of privacy left you wrapping your arms around yourself. Your arms curling low to partly cover your stomach before you tried to speak and explain the situation.

"2 whole months and you haven't brought this to my attention." Madelyn's voice and attention directed to Homelander instead of you.

"Well- you were busy with your own child." Homelander uses that excuse with a disbelief tch. He put his hands on his hips as he walked around towards you. "I didn't want you to worry since our pretty lady here." He plants his hands on your shoulders. "Is taking well care of our child and when it gets closer to the date, I'll personally take care of her." Homelander hands slowly slide down as you stiffen. He leans down to your ear as he wraps his arms around you. His voice low in a purr. "Just as I took care of you that night." His lips grazing your ear lobe with each twitch of his words.

You were frozen as your ear felt like it was on fire. His breath dusting your skin as he seemed to be losing himself in thought. His nose pressing into your hair as he inhales. You couldn't move, but your eyes spotted Madelyn who was simply watching in disapproval. Not even speaking up until Homelander moved to rest his chin on the top of your head.

"You know that if you would have informed me I could have had our best doctors to check her."

"Then have her locked up." He chuckles heavy making a strand of your hair dance. "No~ No~ no~" he lifts a hand with a wag of his pointer finger. "I can't have this opportunity pass. I'm not infertile. Clearly sunflower here took so generously and I can't have you ruining this for me."

Stillwell's throat tensed and only you could imagine the look Homelander was giving. You haven't seen it for yourself, but rumors have been going around about the two's dynamic as of recent. Things haven't been going well as for him to hide you from her.

Madelyn took a breath before sighing. "You know I am trying to protect you." She stood up. Her comment directed to Homelander, but she could have meant you. "I wouldn't want your child to be harmed." Madelyn steps around her desk and towards the two of you.

Instead of joining the man behind you, Stillwell steps in front of you. Slowly sandwiching you as she reaches to touch his face. Her other hand landing on his arm resting on your shoulder. The smell of soft floral with a creamy scent hit you like a truck. Your senses had been more sensitive since getting pregnant. As you are stuck between two power houses, you stayed quiet and still. Madelyn's body leaning forward as if she was trying to reach through you. Your face in direct line of her chest and kept from moving thanks to the pressure on your shoulders.

"A god doesn't have to take care of anyone but himself." Her voice sweetly convincing. "Your new dedicated admirer will be in safe hands."

You could feel Homelander thinking. You could sense the uneasy situation of being in this moment. The expectations and outcome sound more than you would have planned for. Danger. That is what it was. Your safety was at risk. Your unborn child was in danger.

"I want him..." You say breathlessly breaking the tension between the two. "I want him to take care of me…and our child." You hold your stomach as if was your lifeline.

Your eyes turned up to see a stone cold look that made you regret your words instantly. It cracked into a negotiable smile. "Oh sweetheart. Your mind is going through the hormones." Madelyn pitied as she cupped your cheek softly. An attentive mother who wanted to protect her own kin.

Your nerves were now messing with you. Was it really the hormones? "I-…I'm scared." You said simply.

The heavy arms lift to cradle your head. "Don't sugarplum, I got you. I'll take good care of you. You'll be perfectly safe in my penthouse and we'll have the doctors check on you in my bed."

Stillwell was not happy with that answer, but it was better than before. So she clicks her tongue with a small nod. Approval. Approval was all it took to make Homelander let you go. He waited till Stillwell steps away to walk to the front of you. With ease he slips his hands under you and lifts you up. Setting you on her forearm and looks up at you. You felt your heart in your throat as those sky blue eyes looked at you as a precious treasure. His ears twitching as you coul tell he was listening. You rest a hand on your stomach as the other rests on his shoulder to help with balance.

"Let's get you home." Homelander spoke in a dreamy state. That moment you knew that you were going to be more than just a face in the crowd.

Months past by in a breeze to your surprise. The first couple of weeks were a bit rough. Getting used to someone following you around the tower. Having to give up working completely, as that was too much stress on you. Finding ways to entertain yourself. Loosing friends that you cherished. Introducing your parents to their grandbaby in a conference room with a NDA on the table. It was suffocating day by day. Being escorted back to the penthouse where he would be waiting. Swaying side to side with his hands behind his back as your stomach grew.

Same routine until you broke down in the 7th month of your pregnancy. You were hysterically crying over a plate loaded with eggs. Your shoulders shook as you cover your face. Homelander in the chair next to you bending a fork in half with his thumb. Snapping it as you weren't talking to him. It was all jumbles of sobs and barely proper sentences. The sum of it was how much pressure there was on you and no sense of free will. Basically being locked away in the penthouse and never having a moment to yourself outside of the staged home. Even when you moved in you weren't allowed to change anything. You felt as an ornament added to the decorations mounted on the walls. It was causing more harm than good and Homelander didn't know this till now.

"You need to breathe honey." A name that stuck with you after a month in the penthouse. "The baby is distraught from your sobs." His words sounded too caring as he dropped the fork to get up.

Homelander takes a knee next to your chair. He grabs the edges and turns the chair with ease so you were looking at him instead of the eggs. He took your wrists gently and pulled them to his lips. Kissing them softly as he tried to calm you down. "It's okay." He whispers.

Even in your sobs, you did admit to one thing. Since you have been living with him, he has done everything for you. Only a few times he showed anger that frightened you, but he apologized deeply. Never directing that anger at you, but at Vought. Anything you asked for he would deliver. Any action needed done, he took care of it. He would go as far as massaging you when your ankles swelled up. He was so attentive that it made you guilty for taking this. Taking this away from someone who truly loved him from the start. You had his the pregnancy in the beginning, but you never tried to terminate it or ignore his gifts. You just were ashamed.

"We will take a vacation." Those words brought you out of the tears and self criticism. "I have a cabin. I was going to wait for the baby to arrive, but I think you need this now."

"A cabin?" You ask hoarsely.

"Yes. A small place that you will love." He places your hands on your lap.

Homelander scooted his hands under you as he lifts you with the same ease before. You lean into his shoulder, reminded of every time he did this before. Each time either passed out from exhaustion or your feet pinged with pain. The warmth he provided like a cozy heated blanket. The soft cushions in his suit that allowed you to rest your head. His quick movement mixed in his excitement he strides to the glass door out to the city. An easy balcony he is able to use as an exit. He steps before leaping through the door and into the sky. He soared with such speed that you held your breath. The only time you recall this feeling was back at that night. A night that turn your future to this ridiculous illusion of happy family.

The crisp air chilling you out and freezing the streaks of tears to your cheeks. The lashing of the air rushing pass you had you struggling to breath. You force yourself to breathe which even helped more than you expected. The speed he was going had you falling from the air fairly fast. The descend was slow enough that you finally caught the breath you struggled with. Your eyes looked out towards the world and found it green. A color that almost brought you to tear as trees and plains formed around small homes and fencing. You take in a deep breath as you relaxed as the fresh earthy smell hit you. Your focus on the beauty of the lush fields. His focus on the color returning to you and the soul that hadn't been seen for too long.

The both of you settle on the ground in front of a deep brown cabin that looked well kept. Landscape kept perfectly and flowers growing out in front. Homelander slowly sets you down on your feet. You look around as you cup your stomach and take in the scene. Homelander keeping his hand on your back as he watches your body language and check on your child. Everything steadying and even your blood pressure calming. Something he had been worried about for a while. He believed it only to be due to the baby, but clearly it was more.

"Want to go inside?" He asked softly to not startle you.

You hesitate at the idea of going inside. You wanted to stay out where the grass tickled your feet. You just realized you were bear foot. The ground felt cool in the slight heat. You feel the ground with your toes as you think before ultimately nodding slow.

He smiles and guides you to the steps. Homelander then lifted you and carried you in like a newly married couple. The inside was such a drastic change from the penthouse. It felt more natural than staged. There was some aspects that felt purposeful. A more cabin feel, but some touches of home. The remnants of someone being her within the last week. A spare cape draped over the couch arm that gave away who lives here. The few mugs left around by accident. Carpets moved to the side from walking on them. The screen of the TV lighting up as you were sat down on the couch. You look around to find the remote stuck between the cushions. Already you felt you could breathe easier. A small kick made you groan as you rub your stomach.

"I heard that, he must be happy. " You hear Homelander say as he was getting a bottled water from the kitchen. Something that didn't shock you, but could connect the dots. He really wanted you here.

"Yeah, he hasn't kicked really before. Just movements." You spoke pausing as you just said the same thing he did. He. "Did you-"

"We are having a boy." He said with so much sweetness that it made him look like the proudest man in the world.

Your face became flush. You have seen sides of him that scared you, but seeing these rare soft moments made your heart race. He was…adorable. He was so close to being husband material, but that would be absurd to think he could be more than just a father. Well even then, it was hard to believe, but you saw it.

"Is he healthy?" You asked worried for the first time. Not worried about surviving and getting through things. Just worried about only your baby.

Homelander set the bottle next to you and took a knee. He looked at your stomach for a while. You felt nerves bubbling and rubbed your hands over your plump stomach. He then looks up at you with a white smile. "Perfectly healthy."

Homelander began to remove his leather gloves. A small zipper that kept them sealed tightly. He laid them out on the couch and rubbed his hands. Homelander reached up, and for the first time he stopped him. He waited for your permission which you didn't give verbal confirmation. You took his hands softly and pulled them to rest on your stomach. A will action that was more than just a scared nod or shake. His hands were perfect, soft, clean, and touching your stomach like glass. Homelander's fingers gliding along before stopping at the subtle kick from his son.

"He really enjoys being here." He said with the most certainty.

"I do too." You mumble under your breath, but he catches it.

Homelander's lip twitches as they part to say something, but instead he just rests his head against your stomach. Someone so tender and yet so powerful at the same time. He was breathing as if every breath would be his last. You felt yourself gazing off at the cabin's interior. A soft sigh left you with this whole new feeling. You raise a hand to wipe away the crust of tears from before. The rubbing making your cheeks flush naturally as you enjoy the first sounds of nature. Birds tweeting, a breeze flowing in from the front door, and the faint creeks of the floor under him. Him. A time that his hums did not feel like judgment of being around the tower without him. Homelander looked like the ideal prince charming from a fairytale.

"Do…Do you remember the night we had-"

"I do." Homelander lifts his head to look into your eyes. "I remember every second that you clung to me and pulled me in so needy. How you sought out warmth and wouldn't let me leave until you begged for me to be inside you."

Your body reacted on cue. He knew exactly what he was doing as his lips curled into a grin that made you want to smack him. Though as he kneeled between your legs with his hands holding your stomach, it all felt as he described. Needy, clinging, and wanting him not to leave until you were satisfied.

"A small blessing for saving you from another man. Putting a baby inside you and being able to experience fatherhood." The topic changed was clearly on purpose, but his actions still tease at that night.

Homelander's hands slide to your hips and give a small squeeze. Your breath hitching as his thumbs rubbed against the dip inwards. Your thighs twitched to pull together, but his body stopped any progress. His hands slide down inch by inch till they rest on the plush of your thighs. Squeezing the plump flesh, pressing the inner side of your thighs. Rubbing circles as you twitch as you feel your blood warm up throughout your body.

"Homelander…" Your breath hushed and that faint struggle.