Pairing: JJ Maybank x reader
Masterlist | Outer Banks Masterlist
a/n: happy mother’s day to all the amazing moms, mother figures, future moms, pet moms, and anyone who spends their days loving and caring for others 🤍
You woke up to tiny feet hitting your ribs.
Not hard enough to hurt,just enough to drag you out of sleep with a confused groan as another little body climbed directly over your stomach.
“Dad said we can wake you up,” a small voice whispered loudly.
You cracked one eye open.
Two blonde heads stared back at you.
You squinted at the digital clock on the nightstand. “It is seven in the morning.”
Your daughter gasped dramatically. “But it’s Mother’s Day.”
“As if that explains why I’m being attacked before sunrise,” you mumbled.
Your son immediately climbed into your lap anyway. “Daddy said we had a mission.”
That made you suspicious instantly.
“Where is your father?” you asked carefully.
Both twins exchanged identical grins,the exact same mischievous grin as JJ Maybank.
Which was honestly unfair.
The twins looked so much like JJ it was almost ridiculous. Same blonde hair sticking up in every direction after sleep, same bright blue eyes, same tendency to look guilty and excited at the exact same time.
Your daughter pointed toward the hallway. “Kitchen.”
“Being weird,” your son added helpfully.
“Ah,” you said. “So a normal day.”
You heard JJ’s offended voice immediately.
A second later he appeared in the doorway wearing gray sweatpants, a backwards cap, and an expression that was far too proud for seven in the morning.
“You’re supposed to be asleep,” he informed you.
“You sent tiny humans to tackle me.”
“That was part of the plan.”
You stared at him. “There was a plan?”
JJ crossed his arms. “A very good plan, actually.”
The twins nodded seriously beside you.
You sighed. “I’m already scared.”
“Mommy,” your daughter whispered dramatically, “you have to come downstairs.”
Your son grabbed your hand immediately. “Right now.”
JJ leaned against the doorway with the most self-satisfied grin you’d ever seen. “C’mon, babe. Don’t ruin the surprise.”
“The surprise better not involve another near-fire situation.”
JJ looked offended. “I burned breakfast one time.”
The twins burst into giggles while you laughed tiredly into your hand.
Then your daughter tugged your sleeve harder. “Mommyyyy.”
“Okay, okay.” You pushed yourself upright slowly while your son immediately wrapped himself around your back like a koala. “Why are you climbing me?”
Your expression softened instantly.
JJ noticed and pointed accusingly. “Hey. That’s emotional manipulation.”
“It worked,” you whispered.
Your son grinned proudly.
You finally made your way downstairs with one twin attached to your hand and the other attached to your hip while JJ followed behind like he was escorting royalty.
The second you stepped into the kitchen, you stopped.
The table was covered in chaos.
Flowers,slightly crooked in a mason jar. Crushed wrapping paper everywhere. A tray of pancakes that looked dangerously uneven. Tiny handwritten cards scattered across the table in crayon.
And standing proudly in the middle of it all was JJ.
You stared at the disaster for a long moment before looking at him. “Did a hurricane come through here?”
JJ placed a hand over his heart. “Wow.”
The twins were bouncing already.
JJ pointed at your son. “Traitor.”
You laughed so hard you had to lean against the counter.
Your daughter immediately ran over holding a folded paper with both hands. “This one is mine.”
The front was covered in blue marker hearts and very uneven writing that read:
Your chest tightened immediately.
“I drew us,” she explained proudly.
Inside was a picture made entirely of stick figures with yellow scribbles for hair. One figure was noticeably taller and holding what looked suspiciously like a surfboard.
“Daddy insisted on the surfboard,” your daughter whispered.
JJ defended himself instantly. “Artistic accuracy matters.”
You laughed softly, blinking hard against the sudden sting behind your eyes.
Your son shoved his card toward you next. “Mine too!”
His was somehow even messier.
There were stickers everywhere. At least three words spelled incorrectly. One suspicious brown smudge.
“Is this chocolate?” you asked carefully.
JJ immediately snorted. “Oh, busted.”
“It’s not chocolate,” your son said suspiciously fast.
JJ looked delighted. “It’s definitely chocolate.”
You finally laughed again, shaking your head. “You two are literally the same person.”
JJ grinned proudly. “Best compliment I’ve ever received.”
The twins climbed onto chairs while JJ moved around the kitchen pretending he was hosting a five-star restaurant.
“Okay,” he announced. “Everyone sit down.”
You eyed the pancakes warily. “Should I be concerned?”
“No faith in me. That’s crazy.”
“You once set toast on fire.”
“That toaster was against me.”
Your daughter leaned over and whispered loudly, “Daddy almost cried.”
JJ pointed at her dramatically. “Snitch.”
You buried your face in your hands, laughing again while he placed a plate in front of you with entirely too much confidence.
The pancakes were… honestly not terrible.
You blinked in surprise after the first bite.
JJ noticed immediately. “Ha.”
“Since I became emotionally invested in impressing you.”
Your son shoved a pancake into his mouth before speaking. “Daddy made us taste test.”
“Three batches,” your daughter added.
You stared at JJ. “Three?”
“Perfection takes sacrifice.”
“You mean burning things.”
The twins dissolved into laughter again, nearly falling off their chairs.
You looked around the kitchen quietly for a second,the messy table, syrup already smeared across tiny fingers, JJ trying to steal whipped cream while pretending he wasn’t, your babies smiling so hard their eyes squinted shut.
And suddenly your chest hurt a little from how much love was sitting in front of you.
His expression softened instantly. “Hey.”
You smiled faintly. “Nothing.”
You looked down at your plate for a second before speaking quietly. “I just… can’t believe this is my life sometimes.”
The kitchen got softer after that.
Not silent,never silent with your family,but gentler somehow.
JJ leaned his elbows on the table watching you carefully. “Good thing or scary thing?”
You laughed quietly through the emotion building in your throat. “Good thing.”
The twins were still talking over each other beside you.
“Daddy woke us up sooo early.”
JJ gasped dramatically. “I am being bullied in my own house.”
Your daughter grinned. “Mommy likes us more.”
You laughed harder as JJ stood up and scooped both twins into his arms at once despite their squealing protests.
“Okay, rude tiny people,” he said, kissing both of their heads while they giggled uncontrollably. “I literally helped create you.”
“That’s gross!” your son yelled instantly.
You nearly choked laughing.
JJ looked offended. “Excuse me? That’s how babies happen.”
“Dad,” your daughter groaned dramatically.
“Oh, now you’re embarrassed.”
JJ cackled while both twins tried to hide their faces against his shoulders.
You watched them together, smiling so hard your cheeks hurt.
The twins looked exactly like him.
Not just physically,though they had JJ written all over them,but in the way they laughed loudly without caring who heard, in the way they loved with their entire hearts, in the way they filled every room with energy and warmth and chaos.
JJ caught you staring again.
“There’s that look,” he said softly.
You rolled your eyes, but your vision blurred anyway.
“Oh no,” JJ said immediately. “Are you crying?”
Your son pointed at you dramatically. “Mommy’s crying!”
JJ set the twins down quickly and walked over to you with a grin tugging at his mouth. “C’mere.”
Before you could protest, he pulled you into him, warm hands sliding around your waist while the twins made exaggerated gagging noises behind him.
JJ ignored them completely, resting his forehead against yours.
“You know,” he said quietly, “they were very serious about today.”
“Oh yeah. Tiny dictators.” He laughed softly. “Your daughter threatened me because I almost bought the wrong flowers.”
You snorted. “She did not.”
“She absolutely did. Scariest experience of my life.”
You shook your head, smiling against him.
Then his expression softened completely.
“Happy Mother’s Day, babe.”
The way he said it,quiet and sincere and full of love,hit you harder than everything else combined.
You looked over at your twins, now arguing over whipped cream again, then back at JJ.
“You guys are insane,” you whispered emotionally.
Your daughter suddenly looked up. “But you love us!”
You laughed through the tears finally slipping free. “Yeah,” you said softly. “More than anything.”
JJ kissed your forehead gently while the twins immediately tackled both of you into a group hug that nearly sent everyone falling sideways.
The kitchen exploded into laughter again.
