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Leaning forward, Jason meets you in a kiss, his tongue running over your bottom lip before you grant him entry, his plan soon thwarted when you lightly bite down on the tip of his tongue. With a painful exclamation, Jason pulls back and looks at you with a humorous look of confusion, “What the fuck was that for?” You just laugh and shrug, pulling out of his grasp slightly so that you have enough room to roll and lay on your back, “Dunno, just wanted to see what would happen.” Jason raises his eyebrows in challenge, sitting up and throwing his leg over your thighs, straddling your body just under where your bump lays, “I’ll show you what happens.” 

Jason’s hands slide up from where they rest on your hips, making their way to your breasts, though you stop him before they can reach their destination. With a roll of your eyes, you push Jason off of you, “You horny fucker, stop it. We have kiddos to pick up.” Jason groans, rolling onto his stomach and burying his face into his pillow as you carefully sit up, sliding off the bed, as you hear a quieted muttering, “I wish I was a fucker right now.” A loud laugh echoes throughout the room, “Get a hold of yourself, Jas.” Bringing his face out of the darkness, Jason watched you walk to your bathroom, a small smile on his face at the domesticity of it all.

Leaving the brownstone hand in hand, you and Jason head to the car, careful to not slip on any of the ice on the ground. Opening the door for you, Jason has a firm hand on your lower back as you slide into the car, “Jason, I do know how to get in a car, ya know?” Jason rolls his eyes at you, closing the door once you’re in and rounding to the other side. You put on your seat belt, making sure it's secure around your bump as Jason gets settled, “Yes, I know that you know how to get in a car. But I’ll be damned if you slip and fall while getting in the car. Nothing is happening to you or the princess on my watch.” You smile at Jason’s words, resting a hand on your bump as he began your quick drive to Olivia’s place, “You know, Daisy is going to be really disappointed if her “little princess sister” turns out to be a prince.”

When you watched Frozen for the first time after telling the kids about your pregnancy, Daisy let out a loud gasp about halfway through the movie, “Wait! Does this mean that I’m Elsa and the baby is Anna?!” You tried to explain that the baby could be a boy but your warnings fell on deaf ears, Daisy insisting that your family was Frozen come to life. Otis yelled in offense, though the two quickly decided that he was Kristoff (“without the kissing, that’d be so gross”), also assigning Sven and Olaf to you and Jason, whatever the fuck that meant.

A small smile appeared on Jason’s face as he shook his head, glancing to you before looking back at the road, “Nope, she won’t be disappointed.” You sigh, understanding the unsaid implications of his response, “Bubs, you don’t know that it's going to be a girl.” Jason just shakes his head again, “Yes, I do, Y/N. It’s going to be a girl, I’m telling you.” Yeah, you know he’s telling you, he’s been telling you for the past four months. Of course you’re worried that Daisy will be disappointed, she’s so excited for a little sister, but she’s only eight, and you know she’ll be just as happy with a little brother. But really, you’re worried about Jason being disappointed if it’s a boy. You know he’ll love your child with his whole heart no matter their sex, but he has been so excited for his “second baby girl” ever since he declared you were having a girl two weeks after you told him you were pregnant. You would be heartbroken to see him not get his wish, “Mhm, okay, well we’ll find out in only a few more months, okay?”

You were filled with excitement as Jason turned down Olivia’s street. Sure, she wasn’t your favorite person, and she certainly wasn’t a fan of you either, but she was the kids’ mom, which meant you were forever grateful for her. Your thoughts quickly shifted from her as you saw two of your favorite people standing on the porch of Olivia’s townhouse. She was standing in the doorway, of course, a mug of coffee in her hands as she made sure her kids were safe until you arrived, but her presence was no match to the love that flooded you at seeing the kids, your kids. It took you years to feel comfortable calling the Sudeikis children yours and even now, you don’t often do it besides menial conversation like telling the pharmacy you are picking up a prescription for your child. Jason reaffirmed your role in the lives of his children, reassuring you that you were a parent to them just as much as he and Olivia, but it was still hard sometimes. 

As soon as Jason put the car in park, your door was flung open before you jumped out of the car, well, more like slid out thanks to your bump, “Mama!” The sound was like music to your ears. Two small bodies wrapped their arms around you, Otis diving into a story from the week with his mom while Daisy greeted her little sister with a different story. Coming around to join the three of you, Jason jokingly scoffed, “All right, geez, I get the message. Guess I’ll just head home then.” The kids squealed with laughter as they hugged their dad, Jason greeting them with a large smile before looking up at you with a smug grin, acting as if he won even though they definitely cheered louder for you. 

Jason gave a brief wave to Olivia as you ushered the kids to the car, making sure they got all the way buckled as your fiancé loudly wished a happy new year to his ex. With all of you now situated in the car, Jason begins the drive back home as you partially turn in your seat to see Daisy and Otis, intently listening to their stories filled with sound effects and intense hand gestures. Jason looks in the rearview mirror, smiling brightly at the sight of his kids doubled over in laughter, then glancing to see you wearing a smile similar to his, seemingly on top of the world just from listening to Daisy and Otis’s nonsensical stories. With a backdrop of the winter city passing you all by as tourists make their way to Manhattan and Mumford & Sons quietly playing, Jason’s life of the past three years seems to come full circle. Seeing an open parking lot to his right, Jason quickly pulls in and parks the car, looking to you with a serious expression on his face. You turn to him in confusion, but he speaks before you can ask him what he’s doing, “Marry me.” 

Distracted by a family of snowmen in the parking lot, the kids are sharing laughs as they look out the window, but you just stare at Jason. You’ve never seen him look so serious before, his eyebrows raised in hopefulness and his cheeks pink, though you’re unsure if that’s due to the chilled air or his moment of vulnerability. You raise your left hand, showing your ring to Jason as you slightly tilt your head, “Um, yeah, Jas, you already did this part, remember? Got down on one knee and everything.” At any other moment, Jason would roll his eyes at you and call you a little shit or something similar, but right now, all he can do is look at you, “Today. Marry me, today.” Your breath hitches in your throat, the serious tone of Jason’s words catching the attention of the kids, who now watch the two of you intently, “Jason, what? I-I don’t have a dress, our families aren’t here, we haven’t even set a date.” 

Grabbing your hands, Jason looks at you with eyes filled with love, seemingly pleading that you will see this how he does, “Exactly, sweetheart. We haven’t even set a date, and I can’t wait any longer. We’ll have a reception after the baby comes, we’ll celebrate with everyone, but my family, our family, is all right here.” With tears pooling in your eyes, you turn to Otis and Daisy who are practically jumping in their seats, apparently sensing the seriousness of the situation enough to know to be quiet. You turn back to Jason, who has a small smile on his face, a couple of tears running down his face, “Three years ago today, I picked you up to go to a party as friends and I acted like an idiot, and it was one of the best decisions I ever made. We drove through the same city, we listened to the same music, and we passed the same annoying tourists. I meant every single thing that night and I mean every single thing now. I can’t stand the idea of beginning another year where you aren’t my wife. So let’s go to the courthouse, let’s act like annoying lovesick teenagers. Let me marry you while you wear clunky snow boots and leggings and my sweatshirt. Marry me, Y/N.”

By now, tears are rolling down your face as you nod your head, pulling Jason in for a sweet kiss, your tears mixing as the kids cheer before groaning in disgust at your affection. You and Jason pull away, both of you wiping away your tears before you swat at Jason’s arm, “What’re you doing? Come on, let’s get a move on. You can’t say all that and expect me to wait another minute.” Jason chuckles at you, pulling you in for another quick kiss before peeling out of the parking lot, and heading to the closest New York City courthouse.

After waiting in line at the marriage clerk’s office, the kids so excited that they thankfully don’t complain, the four of you wait outside the office of a judge. You sit on a bench, the kids both tucked into your sides as they talk to the baby, Jason watching as he leans against the opposite wall, absolutely obliterated with love. A door opens before a booming voice fills the hall, “Y/N L/N and Daniel Sudeikis?” You and the kids stand up, Jason joining up and intertwining your fingers as the four of you walk to the judge’s chambers. The woman looks up, surprise across her face, “I was wondering from the name but Daniel, really?” Jason chuckles as the kids giggle at a face you make in their direction, “Yes, ma’am, surprising, I know.” The judge smiles, both at Jason’s midwestern manners and your interaction with the children, leading you into her chambers. 

Daisy and Otis sit down in the large chairs facing the desk, yell-whispering to you about their “thrones”. You smile at them, giving them a thumbs-up before bringing your finger to your lips, reminding them to be quiet. They giggle in excitement, watching as Jason brings you closer to him, wrapping an arm around your waist while the other rests on your bump. The judge sits down and motions to your clothes, “Last minute decision?” Jason looks down at you, a bright smile on his face, “This has been three years coming Your Honor, I couldn’t make it another year.” You look up at Jason with a similar sized smile, giving him a small kiss before you’re interrupted, “Okay, lovebirds, I haven’t said that yet. Wait a minute or two.” 

The kids holler with laughter at the teasing words of the judge, though you can’t judge them, you and Jason both laugh as well, though partly from embarrassment. The judge gives the two of you a tight-lipped smile, “All right, you two have filled out all the required documents, so now it’s really just the fun part. Please turn to each other.” You and Jason turn to face each other, standing as close as you can with your bump, “Do you, Y/N M/N L/N, take Daniel Jason Sudeikis to be your lawfully wedded husband?” You look up at Jason, a small smile on your face as tears run down your face, Jason’s expression mirroring yours, “I do.” You hear small giggles from the side, but you don’t look away from Jason, how can you? “And do you, Daniel Jason Sudeikis, take Y/N M/N L/N to be your lawfully wedded wife?”

Jason squeezes your hands three times as he looks into your eyes, “I sure do.” A breath that you weren’t consciously holding left your lungs. There was no doubt in your mind that Jason would say yes, but you still needed to hear it, and now that you have, you’re pretty sure it’s one of your favorite sounds in the world. With a smile on her face, the judge closes her folder containing your documents, “Then by the power vested in me by the state of New York, I now pronounce you husband and wife. Now, you may kiss your spouse.” You don’t miss the teasing tone of how the judge finishes that second sentence but it doesn’t really matter, because all you can focus on is Jason’s lips on yours, your heart beating in your chest, the kicks of the baby in your belly, and the cheers of your kids. 

That’s not to say you didn’t do certain things to perhaps prompt Jason to act on his flirty comments. Every weekly hangout, your pants got a little tighter and your neckline a little lower. And not that anyone could prove it, but any onlooker would think you were the most clumsy person ever considering the couple of times you spilled your drink on yourself, specifically spilling on your chest, drawing a certain someone’s attention to the area. Much to your dismay though, it seemed as if your efforts were failing, Jason flirting with you in almost each of your interactions but never following through to show you that he was serious.

So when he texted you to ask if you had any plans for that evening, New Year’s Eve, you were surprised. If he was asking, he must not have the kids, but wouldn’t he want to be spending the holiday with his friends? Ignoring your confusion, you tell him about the wine and leftover pizza awaiting you in your kitchen. After expressing his disgust at the pairing (though you know it's bullshit, the two of you had shared that exact meal at his place before), he tells you to be ready by 9 and then responds to none of your follow-up questions. “Geez, thanks, Jas…” You roll your eyes at the man, how were you supposed to even know what to wear if you didn’t know what you were doing? Surely he wouldn’t want to go out, New York is packed on any given day, nonetheless New Year’s Eve. Plus, you know how anxious he feels about paparazzi seeing you two and reading into things. Not that he had told you such, but it was easy to put two and two together when you only ever hung out at one of your places or a hole-in-the-wall bar with a back entrance.

By the time nine o’clock rolled around, you were anxiously pacing in front of your door, ready for Jason’s text that he was outside. You were dressed up more than normal, in a sparkling outfit that fits you just perfectly and definitely showed skin in all the right places. Were you too dressed up? You put on white Jordans to try and dress the outfit down, knowing heels likely be too much and would leave you regretting it the next day. But what if you still went overboard? Your anxious thoughts were cut off by the buzzing of your phone,

Balls Man: Here :)

If it were any other man or you lived in any other city, it would be a red flag that Jason didn’t come up to your apartment to get you, or at least meet you in the lobby. But with the busy and full streets of the Big Apple, plus the risk of fans, you understood Jason’s hesitation when he explained his texted arrival the first time he picked you up. Rushing out of your apartment and down the stairs, hopefully burning off some of your excited energy, a bright smile crosses your face when you see Jason’s car stalled in front of your building. Opening the passenger, you slide in, not surprised to hear a Mumford & Sons’ song playing, “Hey there, stranger.” You roll your eyes and look at him with a cocked eyebrow, “Really? Could you be anymore midwestern white dad in his 40s?” 

Letting out a hearty laugh, Jason nods as he focuses on the road, pulling into the street when the opportunity presented itself, “Alright, I asked for that one.” You chuckle in response, subtly glancing over to check him out, letting out a small shaky breath at the image of his flexed left arm out with his hand holding to the wheel, his right hand relaxing on the gear shift in between your bodies. You quickly have to ask him something or you may do something drastic and regrettable, “So, what exactly are we doing tonight?” Jason casually shrugs, looking over his shoulder as he merges left, heading in the direction of Manhattan from your Brooklyn apartment, “Thought we’d head to a party my friend’s having at his place. Unless you wanted to do something else, of course.” You hold in a laugh at the second part of Jason’s response, the man seemingly getting nervous over the idea of him just deciding your plans for the night. “That sounds great, Jason. Honestly, I’m fine with whatever, I’m just happy to spend the new year with you.” 

A blush rises to your cheeks as soon as you realize what you say, quickly turning away from Jason to look out the window at the passing buildings, a small smirk appears on Jason’s face, both at your words and your reaction. A silence falls over the car, save for the music playing, though the silence is comfortable, almost as though you and Jason had reached a spot where you don’t need to worry about filling the empty space, you can just sit, together. After about thirty minutes of anecdotes and stories from the week, your’s mostly about the SNL PA group chat and Jason’s mainly about his children, you arrive at a swanky apartment building. Jason pulls into the parking garage, presenting a guest pass to the attendant, hm, okay, this must be a pretty close friend if Jason has a parking pass rather than having to find street parking. 

The two of you get out of the car after he finds a spot and head towards the lobby door, walking close enough that the back of your hands brush against each other, though neither of you attempt to make a move. Clearing your throat, you look around, noticing how nice the cars are in the parking garage, okay, so everyone here is rich, “Um, Jason, how fancy of a party is this? Am I gonna be shunned for how I look?” Jason looks at you like you’re crazy and laughs, stopping when he realizes that you’re seriously asking, “Y/N, what, no, you look…” Jason looks you over, under the guise of examining your outfit though anyone would be able to see that he’s taking in your body, anyone but you apparently, “What? I look what?” Jason clears his throat, looking forward as he holds the lobby door open for you, speaking softly as you pass him through the door, “Perfect, you look perfect.” 

The elevator ride is silent, though it is a different kind of silence than the one in the car, the tension could be cut with a knife. Jason is positive that the tension is one of anger from you, that he crossed the line, meanwhile, your thoughts of mounting him then and there surely mean the tension is sexual. Before either of you can say anything, the doors open to reveal an apartment, your eyes widening slightly when you are reminded that some people have enough money that elevators can just open into their homes. You suddenly realize you have no idea whose house you’re even at, but before you can even ask Jason, a familiar face makes his way through the small circles of people talking, “Sudeikis! You made it!”

Jason Sudeikis was a fucking dumbass. Seth Meyers, that’s who lives here. Sure, working at NBC for a year and a half, you had passed him a couple of times in the hallway, but you had never had a conversation and you sure as hell have never been in his house. Jason and Seth meet for a hug before the two pull away, briefly catching up before Seth not-so-subtly points his eyes in your direction. Jason laughs at himself as he turns to you, putting his hand on your lower back, “Oh, duh, sorry. Seth, this is Y/N, Y/N, Seth. She’s fit so perfectly into my life, I forgot that not everyone knows her.” You’re 99% sure that you got whiplash from turning to look at Jason, but his attention has been caught by someone else and he’s telling Seth they’ll talk later, interlacing your fingers to pull you towards his friends. 

What the actual fuck is happening. Is this what heaven feels like? Or is this hell? Yeah, you’re holding hands with Jason, but it’s surely just so he doesn’t lose you in the crowd. There’s no meaning behind it, there never will be. Jason introduces you to the group, many of whom you recognize as different writers from NBC, including your idol, Amber Ruffin. Not wanting to make a fool of yourself, but also needing some liquid courage if Jason is going to keep touching you and breaking your heart, you slip your hand out of his, turning to head where you see a bar set up. As soon as your touch leaves him, Jason stops talking and turns to you, “Are you okay?” Turning back to him with a tightlipped smile, you give him a nod, “Yeah, just getting a drink. Enjoy your friends.”  Jason nods, though it’s apprehensive, wanting to catch up with his friends, but also not wanting to lose track of you in the crowded living room. 

At the bar, you make yourself a drink before hearing your name called, turning around to see Mark, a fellow intern from when you started at NBC. The two of you greet each other with a hug, “Mark! What are you doing here?” He fills you in on his job as a PA for Seth’s show while you tell him about working at SNL, “Wait, so how do you know Seth?” You shake your head as you take a sip of your drink, setting it down on the bar, “Oh, I don’t, just came with a friend.” Mark nods and you two catch up, laughing about your intern days and sharing stories from your current jobs. 

About twenty minutes pass before you feel a hand wrap around your hip and a chest meet your back, “There you are, I’ve been looking all over for you.” Mark’s eyes widen when he sees who you came with, you didn’t think to mention that it was an NBC legend. “Y/N, you didn’t think to mention that you came with SNL royalty. Or that he’s your boyfr..” Before he can finish, Jason cuts Mark off, “Sorry, where are my manners? I’m Jason, and you are?” Jason lets go of your hip briefly to shake Mark’s, squeezing a bit tighter than necessary, though you are none the wiser, “M-Mark, Y/N and I were interns together when we started at 30 Rock.” Jason nods as he takes his hand back, putting his hand back on your side, a bit lower this time, resting just above your ass. “Oh great, well it was wonderful to meet you, but we really should be going. We were just stopping in.” 

You look to Jason in surprise, what was he talking about? He didn’t mention any other plans, you only got here like half an hour ago, why do you have to leave? Mark nods, the two of you wishing each other a happy new year before Jason’s fingers intertwine with yours, heading towards the door. After thanking Seth for having the two of you, Jason and you take the elevator down to the lobby, which oh my god, you’re just now realizing is the lobby of lobby baby. You cross the parking garage, only letting go of each other when you reach the car. 

This time the silence of the car ride is thick with discomfort. You are not quiet due to imagining sinful acts with Jason and you’re not enjoying peace with your company, you’re practically grinding your teeth out of annoyance. After an hour and a half in the car, your drive time tripled thanks to holiday traffic, Jason pulls into a spot surprisingly open in front of your building. “Y/N, I…” Jason is cut off by you opening the door, “Goodnight, Jas.” You get out of the car and slam the door, so frustrated that you didn’t even notice that you let your nickname for him slip, a nickname you hadn’t used to his face in fear it would cross the line. As you walk up the outside steps of your building, Jason chases after you, “Whoa, Y/N, wait please.” You whip around to look at him, tears of anger and confusion welling in your eyes, “What, Jason? What can you possibly say that will explain how you’re acting?”

Your raised voice catches the attention of those walking past, something you and Jason both notice. Looking at you with desperate eyes, Jason steps closer to you, though you still have the upper ground thanks to the steps, “Can we go inside and talk? Please?” Jason’s plea is dripping with emotion, how can you say no to him? It’s not like he actually did anything wrong, you just need to get over yourself and your feelings for him. Obliging his request, you enter your building, walk up the steps, and enter your apartment, Jason a few steps behind. He walked next to you, always. The only time he wasn’t with you was when he walked a few paces ahead of you to open a door. The man never left your side, and yet here he was, behind you. 

Kicking off your shoes, you walk a few steps out of the entryway so Jason can do the same before turning to him, your arms crossed and an angry expression on your face. Jason looks at you, the guilt in his eyes almost makes you break, but first, you needed to know why he was guilty and what he thinks happened. Jason takes a deep breath, looking down at his socks before looking back to you, “Y/N, I am so sorry. It was not at all okay for me to take you away from your friend. I don’t know what happened, I-I just saw you talking to him and I got so anxious and, and…” Jason cracks his knuckles, obviously regretting what he was about to say, “…and jealous, I was jealous.” 

Your jaw drops slightly as your eyes widen, “What the fuck are you talking about?” Jason runs his hand through his hair, the other on his hip as he starts to pace, “I know, okay, I know I have no right to be jealous. And you have every right to be mad at me for acting like a jealous psychopath. I know, we’re just friends and I’m a fucking grandpa compared to you and you would probably be so happy dating someone your age like Matt…” You hold in your snicker at Jason’s error of your friend’s name, also having to hold back from snorting at his stupidity, “I know, okay, I know that I am the worst and just ruined the entire fucking thing, okay? You just, I swear to god, every fucking time I see you, your shirts are lower and lower and it’s all I fucking see and it’s goddamn torture and now I just admitted to being a fucking pervert, oh god.” Jason sits on your couch, burying his head in his hands, freaking out over everything he just revealed meanwhile, you stand a couple of feet away from him, just watching him before you can no longer hold your laughter in. 

Jason lifts his head, looking like a mix of a sad puppy and a confused toddler, “Wha…” You round the table in front of the couch, sitting on wood furniture in front of him, your knees touching, “I know they say comedians can be dumb, but damn, you’re a fucking idiot.” Jason’s head tilts slightly as his brows furrow, “Okay, not the yelling I thought would happen, obviously you’re going for emotion warfare instead…” You stare at the man with love in your eyes as you chuckle slightly, here he is thinking he ruined everything and yet he’s still cracking jokes, he absolutely amazed you. “Jas, I’m not mad at you for being jealous, if anything, it’s actually really hot.” Jason’s eyes widen, obviously about to ask what you mean by that but you continue before he can say anything, “I’m mad that - well, not even really mad but - that you were fucking doing all these things and, and I knew you didn’t mean them. And holy fuck, I want you to mean them.”

You look down at your legs, anxiously rubbing your hands up and down on your thighs before Jason places his finger under your chin and lifts your head so you’re looking at him, “Y/N, I meant every single one of those things. When I said you looked perfect I meant it, I mean, fuck, you always look perfect. When I grabbed your hand because of the crowds, I wished I was doing that for the rest of my life. Everything I do, every act, every touch, I mean it. I just never thought it meant something to you.” You’re not even sure what to say, for the first time in your life, you’re speechless. To make up for what you can’t put into words, you kiss him. You wrap your hands around the back of Jason’s neck and pull him into you, your lips meeting in a sweet kiss. Jason’s hands grab onto your hips, holding on so tightly that even through your clothes, you wouldn’t be surprised if you have a finger indentation tomorrow.

Running your fingers through the hair at the base of his neck, you pull away just enough to speak softly, “Bedroom.” Jason nods eagerly as he meets you in a kiss again, both of you standing and messily stumbling to your room. Never breaking the kiss, Jason messes with the zipper on the back of your outfit as you stand at the end of your bed, “Fuck, need this off.” You whimper at Jason’s words, the easiest way to agree given your current situation. Finally, Jason pulls the zipper down, groaning when he sees your lacy set as your one piece falls to the floor, “You're telling me I could have seen this two months ago?” You giggle, attaching your mouth to the column of his throat, sucking deeply, as you mess with his belt. As your palm passes over his erection, Jason lets out a groan that you’re pretty sure is the sound angels make when you ascend to heaven. 

You begin to sink to your knees but Jason quickly stops you, grabbing onto your hips, “That sounds like a fucking dream, but right now I need to be inside you, is that okay, sweet girl?” A whine slips past your lips, tugging at his sweater before he pushes you onto your bed. Jason strips off all of his clothes, a moan leaving your mouth when you see his size and the precum leaking from his tip, “Holy fuck, Jas.” Jason practically growls at your comment, crawling onto the bed and laying over you, keeping himself high enough that he isn’t touching any part of you, “I need you to call me that for the rest of my life, honey. I’m all your’s.” A gasp leaves your lips as he slides into you, pausing to allow you to adjust. 

Your core clenches around him as you feel his cock throbbing inside of you, “Fuck Jas, need you to move.” Happy to oblige, Jason begins to rock in and out of you, bringing his thumb down to rub at your swollen clit, “Ya feel so good around me, honey. ‘s like you were made for me.” Jason pulls all the way out before plowing back into you, a cry erupts from your throat, your noises pushing him closer to the edge. “Hm, what’d you say, sweetheart?” As he asks you, Jason increases both the speed of his thrusts and the speed at which he’s rubbing your bundle of nerves. His lips attach to your collarbone, nipping at your skin and leaving marks, to which you bring your hands to the nape of his neck, pulling at his hair, “Y-yes, Jas. All yours.” 

Jason moves his head down slightly, bringing his nipple into your mouth right as he hits your g-spot. You cry out his name as you reach your peak, clawing at his back as you do so, your tight core seemingly holding him in a vice. Pulling off of your nipple, Jason watches you, in a trance, as you cum, “Never seen anyone look so pretty.” Jason continues to work you through your climax, his own groans coming out as his brows furrow, concentrating on reaching the finish line, “Come on Jas, need you to finish in me, bubs, wanna feel all of you.” Your words push him over, Jason filling you up as his movements still, his forehead falling to rest in between your breasts, both of your bodies covered in sweat. 

As your worlds seem to still with this change of your relationship, the world outside begins its countdown, the streets filled with cars and drunk New Yorkers yelling out starting at 10. Jason pulls out and lays next to you, the two of you staring into each others’ eyes as he pulls you close, your legs intertwining. As the crowd outside hits five, Jason places his hand on the side of your face, swiping his thumb across your cheek, “We doing this? We starting the year with us?” You smile softly, giving a small nod as your faces grow closer, “I’m in if you are, Jas.” 

The man groans and defeatedly puts his forehead on your shoulder as you wrap your arms around his waist, “Would you stop that? 15 years is not ‘robbing the cradle’.” You smile and giggle softly, moving your arms so that you can run your fingers through the hair on the base of his neck, “No, it's not. You’re perfect baby. And we’re perfect. I know I don’t have to do this, I know we don’t have to go public, but I want to.” Jason pulls away slightly to look at you, about to argue against you, though you know it's out of protection, but you continue before he can interrupt. 

“I’m tired of having to hear about vacation adventures with you and the kids, I want to be there with you. And I hate not getting to be there with you on your big nights. I want to be there when you win an Emmy for your last season, I want to cheer for you from the crowd, not our bedroom. I want this, it’s time, okay?” Jason blinks slowly before pulling you into a deep kiss, holding your face to his with his hand on the back of your head. He pulls away just enough to speak softly, his lips bumping against yours as he talks, “How the hell did I get so lucky with you?”

You smile brightly at him before pulling him in for a peck only to then push him away, “We both are lucky. Now hurry up, we’re gonna be late and I don’t need them thinking it’s because we were fucking.” Jason laughs loudly before walking to the dresser, grabbing his red pens and putting on his watch, “I believe the correct word here is shagging, honey.” You roll your eyes at him through the mirror as you adjust your hair once more, “Are you fucking ridiculous? This isn’t Austin Powers, they would say fucking.” 

Jason sits on the edge of the bed to put on his Jordans, watching as you send a text to Hannah with your ETA, “Ya know, we could run even more late and make their suspicions true.” You look up to see Jason wiggling his eyebrows at you before you flip him off, eliciting a deep laugh from him, “Shut up or I’m changing my shirt.” He throws his hands up in surrender, heading out of your room with a smile on his face as he thinks about introducing you to the world with his name printed on your back.

When the series wrap party had been settling down, the cast and crew presented Jason with a wrapped gift which was met with protests from their boss, exclamations of “I told y’all not to do anything.” You stood with Juno as he unwrapped the present, trying to keep your distance from him just in case any assistants decided to risk their NDAs by taking pictures of the evening. Jason raised the jersey out of the box, simply happy with the gesture, though you let out a small “aww” when seeing the back of the kit. The man looked up with a confused expression on his face, the room gesturing for him to turn the shirt around, a bright smile breaking out on his face. Rather than ‘LASSO’ being printed on the shirt, the two large zeroes for the coach’s number instead sat under ‘SUDEIKIS’. You could see the tears welling in his eyes when taking in the gift, though he quickly cleared his throat and pushed them away, thanking the room before encouraging them to continue the celebrations. 

Only having received that gift three days ago, you were sure that he would wear his new kit for the match between Chelsea and Milan. He instead opted to wear a Kansas tee and his England puffer, inspiring you to wear your USWNT jersey over your long-sleeve shirt, if he was going to wear a jacket for a different team, you could do that too. Before you could put on the American jersey though, Jason sheepishly asked if you wanted to borrow one of his shirts instead. You nod, though you are confused as to why he seemed to be nervous about asking, you loved wearing his clothes, after over two years together you never said no, why was he acting weird? You quickly realized why as he pulled the hanger out of your closet, a soft smile appearing across your face at the blue jersey. He was introducing you to the world as his partner in life, and he wanted to do that with you wearing his name as your own. How could you ever say no to that? 

As the two of you headed out the door hand in hand, you can’t help but giggle to yourself at the interaction from an hour ago while getting ready. This man was such a romantic, yet he tries to play It off as though it’s nothing. You glance at Jason as he waves to the suburban approaching with your group of friends, smiling at how lucky you are to have him as your own.

-

You sat in your stadium chair as Jason, Brett, Hannah, Juno, and Brendan took a photo with a fan. Your group had arrived at your seats barely five minutes ago and none of the others had an opportunity to sit down yet, greeting watchers of the show with bright smiles and offers to take pictures. As the last fan, a young boy and his mom, headed to their seats just a couple of sections over, the crew finally had a chance to sit down and relax, Juno on one side of you and Jason on the other. The guys begin to discuss the match as Hannah updates Juno and you on what her daughter was most recently up to, only furthering the baby fever that you and Jason had recently been experiencing.

Laughing at something Juno said, you turn to Jason in surprise after he places his hand on your thigh. The man remains deep in conversation with his friends though he must sense your attention placed on him, glancing at you before fulling turning his body towards you when he sees your concerned face, “You okay, honey? You’re not regretting this, are you?” You quickly shake your head, you’re not regretting this at all, you’re finally out in the world with your boyfriend like a normal human, “No, I’m really happy we’re doing this, just, I didn’t think you would want to…ya know…” 

You gesture to his hand on your thigh which causes him to laugh loudly, “Baby, you should know by now that I don’t like keeping my hands off of my girl.” Blushing deeply, you whip your head around to make sure none of your friends heard his comment, though this only makes Jason laugh more and move his hand higher up your thigh. Seeing that no one heard, or at least is not acting as though they did, you turn back to face Jason and his evil smirk, “No, I know that you fucker, I just didn’t think you’d want to do that in public.” He chuckles at what you call him though he leans in closer when sensing some of your worries, “Honey, I have not had a single doubt about being seen with you since the moment I met you. Yes, we waited a couple of years to go public, but none of that was because of being ashamed of you. We are here, we are together, and if we are finally together in public, I want to be together completely. So I am going to be insufferable and always be touching you in some way, just like when we’re with friends or our kids, okay?”

You nod happily, leaning in to give him a small peck though he quickly takes control, deepening the kiss with a bite to your lower lip. You chuckle into the kiss before hearing the teasing groans of your friends, “Fucking hell, we should have never supported them going public.” You pull away with a laugh, looking over at the exaggerated eye rolls of your group which are met with Jason flipping them off, “All of you can fuck off, okay? I can finally show the world who the love of my life is. You’re lucky I’ve kept it in my pants this long.” The group lets out a mixture of laugh and expletives under their breaths, “My God, Jason.” 

You pop up with excitement, looking around at your older peers who all look at you confused at the sudden burst of energy, “Oh! Speaking of not keeping it in your pants, friends from over here, would you ever say shagging over fucking?” Juno lets out a scoff, as Hannah, through laughs, supports your side of the argument, “Jesus, no.” You look to Jason with a pleased expression, “See? The resident experts say no.” Brett looks at Jason with joking disgust, “You thought we would say shagging? This isn’t the fucking Christmas Carol, Jason.” You nod along while pointing at Brett to emphasize what he’s saying, “Exactly, and if it was, it’d be the muppet Christmas Carol.” Brett leans past Brendan and Jason to give you a fist bump, “Damn straight, Y/N.”

Jason throws his head back as he groans in frustration, “Oh my God, I should have never introduced you.” The group laughs as the stadium erupts in cheers, all of you looking up to see the stadium screen is showing different celebrities at the game. Everyone relaxes into their seats, all of you resuming your conversations from before as Jason moves his arm to wrap it around your shoulder, pulling you into his side. The stadium erupts in cheers again, the people behind you seeming to be extra loud and excited, which makes sense when you look up and see your group on the screen with the caption “The cast of Ted Lasso”. The five of them all wave in the direction of the camera as you just look back and forth between the people on either side of you, a proud smile on your face. 

You catch Jason’s gaze out of the corner of his eyes, your smile seeming to grow even more. He turns his full attention back to the camera and you can’t help to appreciate his side profile, the gray of his beard making itself known at the base of his scruff and his temples showing a little color too. From under the collar of his shirt and puffer, you spot a mark that you left the night before, bringing a blush to your cheeks. 

As the camera turns to another celebrity guest, Jason turns to you, a loving look in his eyes as the two of you make eye contact. He places his free hand on your cheek, “I love you baby, so much.” You lean forward, close to his lips, “I love you too, bubs, more than you know.” The two of you meet in the middle, sharing a sweet kiss that Jason tries to turn hotter before the stadium erupts in cheers again. You don’t move apart but then those around you begin to whistle, causing Jason to remove his hand from your cheek before you pull away only to see that the screen is once again showing your group. Or really, showing you and Jason casually having a make-out before the game begins.

Your face turns a deep red as you turn to bury your face into Jason’s neck, trying to hide from the attention of the stadium. Sure, you were ready to be placed in the public eye by going public with Jason, but you definitely did not expect that to happen with a photo of you two passionately kissing while with your friends. Jason places a kiss on the top of your head, waving to the camera once more and giving the crowd, and really the world, a thumbs up. You stay tucked into Jason’s side but pull your head back, now once again face to face with Jason.

After a day of being shown the ropes, you finally received your assignment. All you had ever wanted in life was to work for Saturday Night Live. Since eight years old, you stayed up late every Saturday to watch the show, it was your favorite day of the week. Your love for it didn’t deter as you grew older, it strengthened if anything. From Amy and Tina to Seth and Bill, the new age of cast members kept the legacy alive and well. 

So when you were instead assigned to The Tonight Show, a little part of your heart broke. Sure, Jimmy Fallon also helped to carry on the legacy of SNL, but the seemingly fake laugh and cheesy jokes just weren’t what you were hoping for. Hope, it just didn’t work out.

-

After your intern year, your dreams seemed to be coming true as a position opened up for a Production Assistant on Saturday Night Live. You decided to take your chances, updating your resume with your new year of experience before you submitted your application. No hoping this time, just confident in your abilities, that the hiring team would know you were the best person for the job.

That confidence ended up paying off, being offered the job only two weeks after applying, the email offer saying the NBC family didn’t want to lose you. While you were sure that was pure horseshit automatically included in the drafter letter, you didn’t want to complain. It seemed that everything was working out in your favor, not that you were going to tempt fate by jinxing yourself. 

Assigned to cue cards and props, you didn’t often interact with the celebrity guests. To be honest, that didn’t bother you much. You had met a year’s worth of stars while working on Fallon, they were nice enough for the most part. But you were just too excited about your job to worry about the famous people around you. Plus, if you thought about it, none of the hosts or musical guests of the season were particularly exciting to you.

That is, until the fourth week, when Mr. Jason Sudeikis walked into the studio on Monday morning. Jason wasn’t your favorite SNL alum, but he surely was in your top five, and you can’t deny how ridiculously attractive the man is. With your prop responsibilities, your run-ins with Jason were kept to a minimum. And by minimum, you meant a single time in which you spoke to each other when he happened to ask you to pass the sharpie on the other side of the table. You played it super cool, passing the marker to him with a small smile before looking back down to the card you were currently writing lines on, hoping your blush wasn’t too obvious.

It wasn’t until Saturday night that you became quite acquainted with Jason, well more like Jason’s crotch. Staring at his crotch for five minutes as two adults dressed like children harassed him. This situation would have been awkward enough on its own, but with him being dressed in khakis? Your suspicions about a certain size while watching him in khakis on Ted Lasso seemed to be confirmed.

Sitting in a small compartment for five minutes, only busy when handing Jason his two props, you decided to close your eyes in an attempt to ignore the view you had. That decision failed, not being able to do it for even thirty seconds. Trying to distract yourself, you thought of your plan for the rest of the evening: finish the show, clean up all the cue cards and get them in their room, head to the subway for your ride home, eat something when you get to your apartment and then head to bed, all before you then come back to 30 Rock the next day.

After a helpful host, a dirty accidental joke made by said host, and the episode coming to an end, you made your way to the card room. Less boring than it sounds, the room is lined with shelves holding every single cue card in Saturday Night Live history. The nerd in you feels like combusting every time you’re in this room. Hearing a light knock on the door, you turn to see Jason leaning on the door frame, a bashful smile on his face as you make eye contact.

“Hey, Y/N.” Hearing him say your name, you drop the stack of cards you’re holding, muttering under your breath as you reach down to grab them “Fuck.” Jason chuckles, walking closer as you stand back up, putting the stack in their spot on the shelf before turning back to him, “Am I really that horrible? I make you curse and drop things?” You shake your head and chuckle in response, looking down at the floor nervously, “No, you’re not horrible. Just didn’t expect you to know my name.”

Jason gives you a confused look as if you were completely stupid for even suggesting such a thing, “Of course I know your name. I’d be a piece of shit if I didn’t ask the name of someone staring at my dick for five minutes.” You laugh heartily, relaxing a bit as you round the table in between you two to lean against it next to where he stands. “Good to know, good to know.”

Jason turns to look at you, a small smile on his face before he looks down at his sneakers, playing with his feet a bit. “Speaking of which, I wanna apologize for that comment I made earlier, I would never mean to make you feel uncomfortable.” You smile at him in thanks, nudging his shoulder lightly with your own, “Thanks but, it's okay, I could tell you didn’t mean anything by it as soon as you realized what you said.” 

He chuckles, looking at you with a joking expression, “Um, excuse you, it was totally intentional. I was just making sure you had a good sense of humor. Had to make sure the SNL crew hadn’t lost the spark since I left, ya know?” Giggling as he winks at you, you nod your head, “Ah, totally. I’m sure that’s what happened.” 

Jason laughs with a twinkle in his eye, deciding to just go for it, “Really though, I’m sorry. I don’t want to make anyone uncomfortable. Definitely don’t want to make a bad impression on anyone.” He pauses, looking down nervously before looking back up at you, wearing an impish smile, “Especially you.”

At that, your face turns as red as the giant dog often known as Clifford, a response that Jason laughs at before moving, standing in front of you as he begins to end a conversation he desperately wants to continue, “Anyway, I gotta get going, don’t wanna keep the old friends waiting. You’re coming to the after-party, right? I’d love to apologize once more over drinks.” 

You nod at an embarrassingly quick speed before realizing how desperate you probably look, slowing your nods in an attempt to come off as cool, “Yeah, of course. I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” Jason smiles brightly at your response, walking backwards to the door, never breaking eye contact with you. As a result, he walks into the door frame, and while it definitely hurt his shoulder blade, he would do it a million times over if it meant he got to hear your giggle that came out at his goof up. “Great, I mean, good, um, cool. I’ll make sure to keep an eye out for you.” 

So much for planning on heading home after that.

-

You reorganize the crayon box once more, wanting it to be in perfect rainbow order. But what do you even do with the browns? Do you put them next to red because of their similar darker hues? Or do you go from purple into gray which then goes to brown? And don’t even get you started on white, does it go with the light pinks and purples because they’re all light, or next to the black as the two ends of the color spectrum? Letting out a groan of frustration, you rearrange the order again before feeling someone sit down on the bar stool next to you at the kitchen island. 

“Um, baby? You okay?” Turning to Jason in exasperation, your worries aren’t gone but they are surely quieted when seeing the concerned and loving look on his face. “Y-yeah, I’m fine, just want everything to be perfect.” Jason gives you a look that seems to be a cross between compassion and pity, though you know he doesn’t truly pity you. “Y/N, you do know that my children have been to my house before, correct?”

Rolling your eyes, you give him a displeased look though his chuckle in response clearly shows that he’s not taking you seriously, “Yes, Jas, I know that your children have been here before, God. But they haven’t been here before while I have been here.” Jason nods in understanding, pulling you closer so that he can give you a reassuring kiss on the forehead, “That is true, but I don’t think it truly will matter.” 

You sigh as you nod slightly, leaning into his side as you mess with a couple of the crayons, “I know, I know. I factually know that I have nothing to worry about, but that still doesn’t mean that I’m not nervous to meet them.” Jason rubs circles on your lower back, kissing the side of your head, not sure of the right way to calm your nerves but knowing physical touch won’t hurt. “And that’s totally fair hun, I would be nervous too if I was in your situation. But I truly don’t think you have anything to worry about. Daisy and Otis could be happy just sitting here and talking your ear off for hours.” You look at him with a small smile and a light giggle, “Hm, I wonder who they get that from.” 

Jason takes his arm from around you, standing up as he rolls his eyes and waves you off, walking to finish cleaning the dishes, “Yeah yeah, whatever. Anyway, you love them and you haven’t even met them yet, you’ve told me as much. As long as they have someone showing them the love they deserve, they will be happy and content. Which is exactly how I’ll be too.” He sends you one more reassuring smile before turning to the sink, scrubbing the last few dishes as you walk over, hugging him from behind and kissing his left shoulder blade through his sweatshirt. “Thanks bubs, you’re right, I know you are. I just want to make the perfect first impression, I plan on being in their life for as long as you and they will have me.”

Turning off the water, Jason turns around in your arms to return your embrace, kissing your forehead before then leaning his on yours, “So forever? Because that’s what I’m planning on.” You blush deeply, nodding intently before leaning in to give him a gentle kiss, “Sounds perfect.”

The doorbell rings throughout the Manhattan Brownstone, the two of you heading to the door, hand in hand. Before opening it, Jason turns to you, “You’re gonna be great baby, just think, you can’t make a worst first impression on the kids than I did on you.” You push down your sure-to-be loud laughs as he opens the door, two small humans hugging him tightly before turning to you with bright smiles.

Your facts were right, you had nothing to worry about. No one can make a worst first impression than Jason.

-

Jason began to tease you about spending the rest of his life with you after about six months, around the same time you met the kids. His teasing turned to serious promises to make you his wife a little after your one-year anniversary. Little comments about having children together were dropped here and there. Talks of an engagement coming soon came two years in, just before meeting his Ted Lasso family, the two of you finally feeling comfortable to take the risk of being seen in public together. He then made his raging baby fever known about a month after getting down on one knee. 

After four months with a ring on your finger, you had gotten in the habit of remembering to put it back on after taking a shower. The day after your engagement, Jason saw you walking around the house without it on and his heart broke just a little. You were slipping the ring back on during your morning routine when you realized it was the 15th of the month, or more specifically, three days after when your period normally began. 

As soon as Jason told you that he was serious about wanting more kids with you, the two of you began trying. Of course, the actual act was fun, but he was already a bit of an older dad and he wanted to be as young as possible for any children you had. You also couldn’t wait, the idea of carrying Jason’s child and having a human that was the perfect mix of you brought a smile to your face. Your hearts were full of hope that you would be able to welcome a child into this world together.

As you realized the date and that your cycle hadn’t started on schedule, you quickly pulled a pregnancy test out from under your sink. Quickly doing the necessary steps, you sat on the edge of the bathtub as your phone counted down from five minutes, the test placed on the counter in front of you. Of course, this wasn’t a complete surprise. You and Jason haven’t used condoms since you became exclusive and you went off the pill as soon as you agreed to start trying. You planned for this, you had sex at least once a day when ovulating, you abstained from alcohol, and you even tried the old wive’s trick of putting your legs in the air after orgasming (that one was Jason’s idea). Even with all of the planning, you never expected it would work after only three months of trying.

You were on your feet as soon as the phone timer went off, turning the test over to reveal the life-changing result. Tears instantly ran down your face, having trouble believing the word on the white stick, pregnant. Just to be sure, you took three more tests, all different brands. Sure, you were crying while peeing on each stick, but how could you not? Once the three additional tests agreed with the original diagnosis, you let out a screech, you were pregnant!

Once you and Jason decided to try, baby talk was pretty much all your conversations consisted of. Sure, you still talked about your days and went on weekly dates, but at night, when laying in your shared bed - often after sex - your conversations eventually led to being about the baby. How Daisy and Otis would respond, the different names you each liked, or how long of a break Jason would take when the baby arrived. No matter what, you talked about the baby. Jason would ask things like, “When we have a baby, do you think we should move out of the city? We have the space here, but maybe a brand new house would be fun.” You would respond and you wouldn’t correct him, but every time you talked about the baby, you refused to use the word ‘when’.

Sure, you dreamt of having a child with Jason. You were perfectly content being a stepmom to Otis and Daisy, they are your kids as much as they are Jason’s. But that doesn’t mean you didn’t yearn for another child to call your own. As much as you wanted another child, it wouldn’t necessarily happen. What if you and Jason are unlucky and couldn’t get pregnant? What if you are infertile and don’t know it? What if you get pregnant and miscarry? You don’t know if you’d have the ability to try again after that. Of course, you could always adopt or find a surrogate, but to have a child this way, there was no way to know for sure that it would happen. So you stood firm in your word choice, ‘if’ not ‘when’.

-

When Jason entered your house that night, exhausted after a day of filming, he was overjoyed to see a receipt from his favorite pizza joint dropped on the ground. As much as he loved your cooking, some days he just needed to fill his stomach with pizza to his heart’s content, and somehow, you always knew when those days were. Sneaking up behind you as you open the lid of the delivery box, he wrapped his arms tightly around you, pressing a kiss to the base of your neck, “Hey there, beautiful.”

Smiling brightly, you lean back into Jason’s arms, enjoying his warmth and smell. You always loved the smell of your fiancé, you stole his clothes whenever possible. But with how his scent dominated the smell of the pizza as soon as he walked in, at least in your mind it did, you could already tell that your pregnancy hormones would be going crazy for his pheromones. 

Pulling at Jason’s arms lightly, he loosens them just enough for you to turn around in his grasp, wrapping your arms around his neck before you pull him in for a sweet kiss. Jason deepens the kiss, running his tongue along your bottom lip; and as much as you wanted to give in, you desperately wanted to eat the pizza and also couldn’t hold your news in much longer. You pull away a bit, though Jason chases your lips, much to your entertainment. Laughing at him, you push him away slightly as you leave his embrace, sitting down at the table, “Settle down cowboy, maybe later.”

Playful pouting before laughing at himself, Jason secedes, pulling out his chair though you stop him before he can sit down, “Oh, sorry bubs, I forgot the plates, can you grab them?” Nodding happily, Jason rounds the corner to the kitchen, “What did you get up to today, hun?” Humming in thought, you remember the cute bookstore you passed that day, “Oh! I went into the cutest bookshop today, there was this whole kids’ series about soccer, well, football, and it explains the rules and everything, in baby terms of course. Super adorable. I took a picture so I can find it later, definitely need to buy that when we have the baby.” 

From the kitchen, which you don’t have a view of from the dining room table, Jason chuckles lightly in response, “That’s a fun idea, but does it explain offsides? But yes, definitely need to get that for…” He trails off, to which you smile, knowing he caught onto what you said. Jason rounds the corner with wide eyes, two plates in hand, “Y/N, did you say ‘when’?” Nodding with a bright smile, your legs bounce with excitement, “Mhm, I did say ‘when’.”

At the speed of lightning, Jason put the plates down and crosses the short distance to you, pulling you into his tight embrace. He holds you to his chest, tears running down both of your faces, then squeezes you with excitement. Pulling back, he kisses you passionately while holding your face in between his hands, your tears mixing together. Pulling back slightly, he rests his forehead on yours, both of you attempting to calm your racing hearts. Clearing his throat, Jason looks deeply into your eyes with a fondness you had never seen in them before.

“We’re gonna have a baby?” He speaks so softly, almost as if saying it out loud will snap him out of his dream. You smile softly, reaching up to wipe away his tears, “We’re gonna have a baby.”

“I would love to watch with you two, but I think I have a better idea.” The two young kids look at you with suspicion, finding it hard to believe that there’s anything better than watching the movie currently playing on the television, “Better than Frozen?” You shrug your shoulders, turning around the room to leave, “You’re right, decorating cookies does sound boring, I’ll just do it myself…” You’re cut off by loud protests that you laugh at, Otis soon passes you in a sprint to the kitchen as Daisy grabs your hand, “Mama, no! We want to decorate with you, please!” You look down to see her looking up at you with pleading eyes, a strand of her blonde hair falls in front of her vision before you tuck it behind her ear, “Of course, you can do that with me Daisy girl, I would like nothing more than that.” The two of you enter the kitchen where Otis is practically bouncing in place as he sits on a stool at the island, Daisy then climbing up to sit in the spot next to him. You change the playlist to one of their favorite Christmas songs before you pull the different colored frostings out of the fridge.

After about 20 minutes of decorating cookies, which really means 20 minutes of you decorating cookies and fifteen minutes of the kids eating cookies after taking five minutes to decorate one each, you hear a sound from the living room. The rap on the front window catches the attention of the kids, looking at you with confusion as to what was going on, though you simply respond with a shrug of the shoulders, “Hm, who could be here this late on Christmas Eve?” The siblings look at each other with furrowed brows that looked scarily like the brows of their father when he was concentrating. They both let out gasps as lightbulbs seemed to go off simultaneously in their heads, “Santa!” You laugh lightly at their responses as they hop down from their tall chairs before sprinting to the living room, you follow at a slower pace due to the added weight of a six-months-along bump. 

Walking into the living room, you first notice the kids jumping up and down as they cheer at the sight in front of them which was not at all what you pictured, to say the least. Casting your vision up, you see Jason Santa with his forearms propped up on the window sill, pushing his head up into sight as the rest of his body dangles unseen outside, below the view of the window. You cover your mouth to keep in your laughs, what the hell was he doing? Of course he couldn’t actually come down the fireplace, but you just thought that meant he was going to sneak in through the front door and place himself in front of the fireplace before getting the kids’ attention, not…whatever this was. Jason continued to pull himself up but he was still only through up until his pecs, obviously having trouble though you know the kids couldn’t notice. Moving forward, you go to help “Santa” make his way safely into the house, “Here Santa, let me help you out there.” 

But before you could even make it a foot away from the kids, Otis grabs your hand to hold you back and you turn to question him, “Mama, no, Santa’s too heavy, dad said you’re not allowed to pick up anything big.” You hear Jason stifle a snicker, to which you throw him a middle finger behind your back, though you’re unsure if he sees it or not depending on his progress of breaking into his own home. You focus your attention on Otis, who is looking up at you with concerned eyes, damn he really was like his father, wouldn’t let you do anything with Baby Sudeikis in your tummy. You squeeze Otis’s hand before moving to stand in between him and Daisy, turning back so you can watch the extremely entertaining show in front of you, “You’re right buddy, thank you for reminding me. If daddy were here, he would be so proud of you for taking care of your baby sibling and me. Now, let’s watch Santa try to get in here because he was so silly and decided to take possibly the most complicated route into our home.”

Jason looks up at you in faux offense with a cocked eyebrow though it is hidden from the kids by his large white beard that quite frankly, looks incredibly itchy and not in the way you enjoyed when referring to Jason’s facial hair. With one last push against the window sill, Jason successfully enters the house, though he does so by practically throwing himself in. Your laughter finally breaks through as the kids cheer, running up to Santa to ask him questions at what seemed like a million miles a minute. “Why didn’t you come down our chimney?” “Why are you here so early?” “Can we pet the reindeer?” “Our cookies aren’t ready yet, are we gonna get coal now?” Letting out a boisterous and jolly laugh, Jason calms them down and answers their questions, “I wanted to pretend to be a spy. … My watch must be off, I thought you two would be in bed by now! … The reindeer need to take a break right now but maybe you can see some of their cousins at a wildlife sanctuary sometime. … Don’t worry little Miss Daisy, I am so stuffed from all the other cookies right now and it's my fault for being early anyway.”

Daisy lets out a small gasp and grabs tightly onto her father’s hand, “Santa knows my name!” You journey over to the couch, smiling brightly at the interaction between your fiancé and children, of course Jason was the perfect Santa, why wouldn’t he be? He’s the best dad and obviously, he knows how to improvise, but what really touched your heart was the fact that he wanted to do this for the kids. He knew it was only a matter of time before Otis stopped believing in the elusive Saint Nick, and he wanted his son to have a magical moment to seal this chapter of his childhood. Of course Jason wanted to do this, he wanted to do anything and everything for his children and you. Your bright smile turns soft from thinking about the compassion of your partner, how did you ever manage to land him?

You are snapped out of your thoughts as the cheers of Daisy and Otis reverberate off the walls of the Brownstone, quickly putting together that Jason mentioned your agreed-upon plan to give the kids one gift each from Santa now. Looking behind Jason, you notice the red velvet sack that just so happened to be propped up against the wall below the window, whether he left it there and prayed the kids wouldn’t notice or threw it in through the window before doing the same of himself, you had no clue. As Jason turned around to search through the sack, you realized two things in quick succession, one, those red pants, though loose around his body, made his ass look damn good, and two, this character of his right now could definitely be a fun one to mess with. 

As soon as the gifts are handed to the two eager receivers, Jason makes his way over to you, sitting on the edge of the couch next to your spot, “And how about you little lady, have you been naughty or nice this year?” Turning to look at Jason, you cock your head to the side and show him an innocent smile as you cross one leg over the other as gracefully as you can considering your bump, “I’d say 50/50. I’ve been such a naughty girl, but I can also be a good girl, whatever you want, Santa.” Jason gulps deeply, glancing to see that the kids are entranced with opening their presents and exploring them. He looks back to you as his left leg begins to bounce and he folds his hands together suspiciously high in between his thighs, “Is that right?”

You nod sweetly at him before placing your hand high on his right thigh, just under where his forearm is resting, running your nails up and down the covered skin, “Mhm. I love being such a good girl for you, taking care of your kids and carrying your baby. But sometimes Santa works late nights and I just can’t help myself, gotta touch myself until you get home.” Jason squeezes his eyes shut as he drops his chin to the top of his chest, “Jesus fuck.” You laugh at him before scooting closer, Jason unclasping his hands and wrapping an arm around you on instinct, his hands resting on your hip, “I don’t think that’s in the spirit of the season, Santa.” Jason lowly chuckles at your words though you continue before he can say something, “Can I tell you what I want for Christmas, Santa?” Lifting his head, Jason turns to look at you and nods apprehensively, unsure of where you are going. You push your hair back, knowing that the flannel pajama set you were wearing was becoming a bit too small with your growing bump and thus accentuated your also growing breasts, “Do I have to sit on your lap to tell you?” 

Jason’s eyes fall to your spotlighted features, seemingly having a staring contest with them before clearing his throat at what you said, then using his free hand to adjust how his red suit coat was covering his crotch, “N-no, not necessary.” Batting your eyelashes innocently, you catch Jason’s gaze, “I want a pony,” your fiancé cocks his eyebrow before you can continue. As you open your mouth to speak, you bring your hand higher up his thigh, stopping where you know it is at the same level of his tip, only a mere couple of inches from where he wants you, “Well, not necessarily a pony, really just anything I can ride.” 

At that, Jason chokes on his breath before quickly standing up and clapping excitedly to get the attention of the playing kiddos, “Alright you two, I think it's time for Santa to head off, I have lots of presents to deliver tonight. I’ll come back when I know you two are asleep, I’ll just have to look at my phone instead of my watch!” Otis laughs as if Jason just said the most hysterical thing ever, “Santa has a phone?” Jason laughs at his son’s amusement though he also desperately needs to escape the room before you can try anything else, “Well of course I have a phone, how else would I talk to my head elf, Bernard?” The kids hug Santa goodbye before leading him over to where you now stand, “Will you say bye to the baby too? Mama says they can hear now.”

Your heart absolutely sores at how much they care for their younger sibling, and you’re sure Jason’s is doing the same, “I would love to.” Jason puts his hand on his belly just as he does hundreds of times a day, “You have a good night, little one.” The baby kicks against Jason’s hand, seeming to be the only Sudeikis child that recognized the face, or rather the voice, behind the beard. The three of you walk Santa to the front door, the man sheepishly asking if he can leave that way instead of the way he came in. He says goodbye to the kids once more before turning to you, “And good night to you, almost Mrs. Sudeikis.” You knowingly smirk at him, “Night Santa, I’ll see you later when you’re sliding down my chimney.” Jason’s cheeks redden immensely under the beard as he shuffles out the door, Otis and Daisy excitedly discuss what just happened and how excited they were to tell their dad when he got back from the store.

The three of you sat on the couch of the family room, all cuddled up while finishing Frozen when Jason entered the house, dropping a backpack stuffed with a red suit in his office before making his way to the room you sat in, “Hey y’all, anything happen while I was gone?” Otis and Daisy shriek with excitement as they fling themselves off the couch and into the arms of their dad, talking over each other as they tell him every single detail of the celebrity visit that he missed. After 20 minutes of the kids filling in Jason, Daisy laying on his chest as she sat in his lap and Otis snuggled into your side as he sat in between you two, both let out large yawns. “How about we head up to bed? Then Santa can come back with all your presents.” 

Otis and Daisy tiredly nod in agreement with your suggestion, Jason picking Daisy up and heading out of the room with her as you and Otis follow, you moving more slowly up the stairs. After tucking the kids into Otis’s bed, having begged the past week for a Christmas Eve sleepover, you and Jason quietly leave the room, the exhausted duo already beginning to fall asleep. Before you can even suggest a plan for morning preparation, Jason spins you around by your hips, pulling you in for a deep kiss. He backs you against the hallway wall, pushing his thigh in between your legs, which elicits a soft moan from you. As quickly as it began, Jason pulls away as you both catch your breaths, “I’ll go get the presents under the tree, don’t worry about any of that. You just go get ready for bed, okay? Put on something more comfortable.” 

Smiling up at him, you begin to notice the angle in which you two were positioned, and how unflattering it likely was on you. You lay down on your bed, head angled up on two stacked pillows as Jason straddles your hips, placing his weight mainly on his folded legs rather than your body. Running his fingertips delicately up and down your clothed torso, Jason seemed to be taking you in, looking from your face to his handiwork on your neck to your stomach where his fingers were finding their home.

Looking down, you notice how tightly your tank is hugging your rolls, a detail that Jason is no doubt noticing as he seemingly studies your torso by tracing your stretch marks through the top. Grabbing Jason’s fingers to intertwine them with yours, he contently hums in response, always happy to have that physical connection with you. He glances up, intending to get in some morning flirting before he notices your eyes are cast around the room, not focusing on him as you normally do when cuddling after waking up. 

Sensing a shift in the air, Jason moves from his position on your hips, laying on his side next to you, head propped up on his hand as he looks at you inquisitively, “What’s up, honey?” Turning your attention to your boyfriend, you can tell how concerned he is by the look in his eyes, you want to calm his nerves but what if he judges you for being insecure? What if he could deal with the extra fat on your body, but only if you never brought it up?

Your body was no secret to Jason. After more than two years together, your intimate moments together were some of your favorites - from your hushed whispers as he pushes into you, careful not to wake up Otis and Daisy as they slept in the adjacent rooms, to your shared laughs as you attempt to find the perfect position to ride him as you squeeze together in the bathtub of your shared flat in England. 

Even with Jason constantly complimenting and reassuring you, it wasn’t hard to get stuck in your own head when you were surrounded by headlines critiquing any and all photos of you and comparing you to Jason’s past partners. Of course, you logically knew to pay no attention to those articles or comments on social media, but that was easier said than done. Maybe reading through the newest DeuxMoi speculations right before bed the night before as Jason snored next to you wasn’t the smartest idea, but you couldn’t go back and change it now. 

“Y/N, what’s going on in your mind right now? I can see your gears moving.” Snapping out of your own thoughts, you turn to Jason who is now sitting straight up, legs crossed as he examines you. “I want to help you love, but I can’t do that if you don’t tell me what’s going on.”

Taking a deep breath, you know you need to tell Jason what your mind keeps repeating. You both decided early on in your relationship that honesty was one of your top priorities, both of your previous relationships had problems in that department. “I know you told me not to read tabloids and comments. I know I shouldn’t, but it's just so hard not to sometimes. I’m only human, I want to get my fix of gossip. I want to read people’s speculations about which Taylor Swift album is coming next. I should be allowed to do that without worrying if the next story is about us.”

Jason nods slowly, following along with what you were saying but not exactly sure where it was going. “Okay…but we got the tickets for Taylor this week. You and I waited in those fucking evil queues together, are you upset about the tickets we got?” Looking at Jason like he grew two heads, you shake yours emphatically, “What, no, Jason, that was just an example. We got perfect tickets, Daisy and I are well pleased. Taylor is not the focus here.”

Muttering an apology, Jason squeezes your hand to encourage you to go on, “Last night, after you fell asleep, I was doing my evening Instagram reading and came across a post about us. Well, about me more specifically. There were just some photos of me…and Olivia. The main one was a photo of her while pregnant and then just, me, now. M-my body compared to hers while she’s nine months pregnant with Otis.” 

Jason’s eyes soften as he realizes what’s going on, “Oh, baby…,” but you put up your hand to shake away his pity as tears begin to roll down your face, “No, no, it's stupid and I shouldn’t even care. It's my own fault for reading the post and I mean, they’re right, so no, forget what I said. I should just get over it.” Your final words come out strangled as you choke out a sob, Jason pulling you into his arms. He holds you tightly, hugging you to his chest as his chin rests on top of your head.

“Sweetheart, I am so sorry you had to read that. None of that is true. Do you and Olivia look different? Sure. But different is not bad. You are the most gorgeous person in the world and every day I thank every star above that you decided to get with an old man like me. You are who I want to go on a million adventures with. You are who I want as my plus-one at every award show for the rest of my life. I want to give Daisy and Otis a little sibling with you, no one else. You are the only one who I want to squirt on my face.” Jason smiles as you let out a small laugh, happy to hear your cries softening, “You should never have that written or said about you, not to mention you then seeing it, and I’m so so sorry.” You pull back a little, still wrapped in his arms as you sit in between his legs, looking at him as you rest your head on his shoulder. “I-It’s not your fault, Jas. You didn’t make the post.” Jason tsks softly, pulling your head closer to place a kiss on your forehead, “No, I didn’t, but I did put you in this position. I know I’m not exactly the guilty party here, but I’m also not completely guilt-free. I promised to protect you when we went public and clearly, I haven’t done that, and for that, I’m sorry.”

You lightly kiss the underside of Jason’s chin, “It’s okay babe, you do all that you can. It's not like you can publicly yell at every company that says something kinda mean about me.” At that, Jason chuckles, changing your position so that he is sitting back against the headboard as he pulls you onto his lap. You hesitate at first, not wanting to be too heavy. You push the thoughts away, knowing that Jason holds nothing but love for you (and that your boyfriend is hot and strong as fuck which means he can take it). 

Putting one leg over each side of him as you sit on his hips, “accidentally” grinding down a little bit as you find your spot. He lets out a little grunt, bringing his hand to your cheek, and wiping away your dried tears before pulling you in for a soft kiss. He pulls away slightly, just enough so that he can speak softly while sharing the same breath, “No, I can’t yell at everyone that’s mean, but I can apologize in other ways”. 

You give him a smile in thanks before he unwraps his arms from you, grabbing his watch from your vanity before walking over to the bed and sitting down to tie his sneakers. Looking in the mirror, you center the ‘J’ pendant on the chain secured around your neck. “Are you sure tonight is the night?” 

Jason nods before pausing, looking at you with concerned eyes, feeling his gaze bore into the back of your head causes you to look his way. “Of course I’m sure. Why? D-do you not want to meet them?” You shake your head quickly, walking over to sit next to him, and placing a comforting hand on his knee. “No bubs, of course I want to meet them. I just, what if they don’t like me? Or what if they think I’m just a stupid kid that can’t hold a conversation?” 

Turning to you, Jason holds your face in his hands, “Y/N, they are going to love you. They are going to love you because I love you. They will not think you’re some stupid kid because you’re not. They think, no they know, that I’m a stupid adult and yet they put up with me.” You giggle, squeezing his wrist in thanks before he leans forward to kiss you, then pulling back slightly, “Also, I’d appreciate it if you could not call yourself a child because like yeah, 15-year-age difference, whatever, but let’s not call you that and make me a creep, okay?”

Chuckling, you give him one more kiss before standing up and grabbing your jacket off the back of the vanity chair. “Sure thing, old man.” You hear him mutter a “fucking hell” as he stands up and follows you out of the room. You knew that your age gap was something that bothered him but not enough for you to not get some teasing in. Introducing you to the Ted Lasso crew two years into your relationship may seem delayed, but with Covid lockdowns and both of you nervous about your relationship going public, you hadn’t had the opportunity to meet some of your boyfriend’s favorite people.

Before you knew it, the two of you arrived at the English club, Jason’s arm wrapped around your side as the two of you were greeted with a chorus of hellos. You smiled brightly as you witnessed Jason become the life of the party. You knew he would be, of course, you just hadn’t been lucky enough to witness it yet.

“And this is Y/N, though you all know that, obviously.” Smiling bashfully, you cast your eyes around the room while giving a small wave to everyone, “Hey, y’all. I’m glad we’re finally doing this.” In an instant, your worst fear came true. The entire room burst into laughter, laughter directed towards you. Your smile fell for a millisecond, hoping no one noticed, but Jason did. Of course, Jason did, he was always looking at you, he noticed every single thing about you.

Jason was quickly at your side, his hand on the small of your back, but before he can say anything, Hannah’s voice fills the room, “Jason, she’s bloody perfect for you. Only two words in and she already said ‘y’all’.” The laughter echoes loudly but this time, your giggles join in, Jason chuckling as well as he pulls you into his side and places a quick kiss on your temple.

Quickly enough, a drink was in your hand as you squished into a large booth with the rest of the crew, Jason on one side and Juno on the other. “So Y/N, Jason cannot shut up about you, yet I don’t think I know how you two love birds met.” You look to Jason who wiggles his eyebrows at you over his flight of beer as he sips from it.

Taking that as an invitation for you to share the story, you turn to the table of intrigued eyes, definitely having taken note of Jason’s reaction. “Well, I actually was working at SNL when Jason hosted a couple of years ago, just a PA positioned quite low in the hierarchy. But I was put in charge of handing the objects to Jason during the science room sketch. I know, a weird task, but they forgot to make sure the shelf could fit the solar system model and it didn’t so then they just had to take the shelf out and make someone sit under this table, handing him objects.” 

Brett puts his hand up to stop you, placing his beer back on the table after taking a swig from it, “Wait, sorry, isn’t that the one where the fucking kids just say ‘balls’ a bunch?” You nod as you let out a small chuckle, a smirk growing on Jason’s face as he sees his friends putting the pieces together.

Brendan lets out a cackle, his face turning red as he tries to keep it together, “Are you…are you saying that you met Jason by sitting in front of his balls for five minutes while people kept yelling ‘balls’ over and over?” Your face falls defeatedly as the entire table absolutely loses it, curses flying at both the hilarity of the situation and your reaction. 

Placing your forehead on Jason’s shoulder, you bury your face into his upper arm, red from embarrassment. Jason chuckled deeply, leaning down to kiss the top of your head. You blushed at the action, though no one would be able to discern the rosy cheeks of admiration from the maroon face of embarrassment. You appreciated your boyfriend’s gesture, but you also knew you weren’t going to be let off that easy. Lifting your head up as the laughter dies down, Jason takes a quick swig of his beer before clearing his throat, an act that leaves you wondering what he’s about to say.

“Look at her, all embarrassed and hiding over here. I’ll tell you, that was not her reaction later that night when in the same position but in my dressing room”. The table erupts in laughter again as you shake your head, swatting Jason on the arm as he looks at you with a dangerous glimmer in his eyes. Knowing that he can take it just as much as he can serve it, you decide you’re comfortable enough with the group to let them in on the truth. 

“What absolute bullshit.” The group laughs as some take sips of their drinks, Jason putting an arm around your shoulder as he can tell you’re letting loose. “This man, this grown ass man, was so nervous to do anything. The sketch ended with him running off camera after Kyle, then cutting to commercial. I don’t know if any of you have been to SNL, but it’s like lightning during commercial break, every single cast and crew member is running around like crazy because if even one thing is off, we know we will have the wrath of Lorne Michaels to face, and the stick up his ass is typically his weapon of choice.”

Jason smiles brightly, the group hanging onto every word of your story as they chuckle at your joke, you were fitting right in. He knew you would. “Instead of bolting backstage to get in costume for his next sketch, he ran back to the set to help me get out from under the desk. Mind you, I could have done it myself, but it was sweet. The next thing out of his mouth, not as sweet.”

Everyone at the table whips their heads towards Jason who sticks his hands up in innocence, the one resting on your shoulder being placed in between the wall and your head. “Woah y’all, I don’t like to pull rank but let’s all remember that I am your friend and your boss, okay?” You swat at his chest as you roll your eyes, Jason putting his hands down and using his arm to pull you closer, placing a kiss on your temple as you launch back into the story, so happy to see how comfortable you are with his friends.

“He helps me stand up and then says, and I’m not kidding, ‘thanks for holding onto my balls for me’.” If you thought the table had lost it before, this moment of laughter didn’t even compare, it felt like the pub walls were going to come crashing down around you. Jason’s cheeks pinked, looking down as his friends hurled jokes at him. You knew he wasn’t truly embarrassed or anything, you had told this story before to other friends and family members, but that didn’t stop you from rubbing comforting circles on his thigh with your thumb.

Turning your attention back to the table, you provide his side of the story, “To this day, he absolutely swears the joke was on purpose, that he wanted to make sure my sense of humor was 'up to par',” your hands forming exaggerate quotation marks in the air as you finish your sentence. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Jason’s head pop back up, shaking side to side slightly as he smirks in your direction. “But based on how red his cheeks and the tips of his ears turned as soon as he realized what he said? Definitely not on purpose.” 

The group chuckles, making various comments about how Jason isn’t as smooth as he likes to think he is. You take the opportunity to look at Jason, only to find him already looking in your direction, his eyes filled with a sense of fondness. Placing a hand on his opposite cheek and bringing him closer, you place a kiss on the cheek closest to you, a moment that felt private before hearing some teasing kissing noises in the background. You giggled, burying your face into his neck as he chuckled, tugging you into his side as he placed an anchoring arm around your body. 

“Yeah yeah, all of this is hilarious. I went and found her before the after-party to apologize.” You removed your face from his neck, your body still tucked into his side but now part of the group again. You turn to the others, a small smirk on your face, “Well duh, couldn’t have anyone thinking that old man Jason Sudeikis is making inappropriate comments to young interns.” Many at the table double over in laughter, some wiping tears from their eyes as others raise a glass to that before finishing off their drinks. Looking to Jason, you see him shaking his head in astonishment while his eyes seemed to darken just slightly, knowing you wouldn’t bring up your age gap unless you were okay with the consequences you would later receive in the bedroom.

You relax into his side as the conversation moves on, talking about the scenes they filmed that day (though the topic quickly changed when you informed them that you made Jason take an oath of silence about the season, not wanting any spoilers before you could watch it with everyone else). Playing with your ‘J’ pendant with two of your fingers, you hadn’t noticed Jason withdrawing himself from the conversation until you felt a kiss on the top of your head.

Looking up at him, you smile at the soft way in which he looks at you, a look only reserved for you.

“Hey,” he whispered quietly. 

“Hi,” you respond with the same reverence.

“I’m really glad we did this tonight.” Jason licks his bottom lip quickly as he thought of how you were there with him, how you were his.

“I’m really glad too.” You intertwine your fingers with his free hand, bringing them up to kiss the back of his hand.

“You and me, baby.” Leaning in close to your face, Jason’s air becomes your air before he kisses you softly as though you two aren’t squished in a booth with 15 other people.