#misguidedpromised

You could have sworn Ben was scared at some point at the 24th hour mark… you thought you saw fear in his eyes when the doctors said that this was taking too long and you wouldn’t be able to “take it” anymore.

But you were a sup, and stronger than you looked, so you pulled through… 12 hours later you heard a cry, cheers from the nurses and doctors, and someone saying near your ear

“Congratulations! it’s a beautiful baby girl” she muttered. Oh you were so happy, a little girl! your body immediately relaxed and you felt so calm. You felt her faint cries while they cleaned her and cut the cord

Soon she was in your arms, and everyone left the room to leave your small family alone. Ben showed up in your eyesight as he looked at the two of you with a weird look on his face. You looked down to see your baby girl already falling asleep in your arms

“What should we name her?” you asked him, but he didn’t answer, he didn’t move. So you reached out and grabbed his wrist tightly, in ona long second all his thoughts and feelings came rushing to you. “You are disappointed” you muttered, feeling so tired and defeated you couldn’t stop the bitter tears that fell off your eyes

“No honey, I just…” he said quickly, but his face said otherwise

“You preferred a boy” you whispered looking down at your beautiful daughter curled up against your chest

“No…” but his thoughts didn’t lie

“Well… is not my fault” he took a step back releasing from your grasp and hiding from your power, he seemed like he wanted to argue with you about that statement, but stopped at the last minute. “If you are so disappointed you can just leave” you spurted out

“No, baby…”

“Leave” you demanded, choking out a cry, and since he was an expert in flying from conflict, he did leave the room, breaking your heart in the process

Your worst dreams came true because he could do whatever the hell he wanted with you and you wouldn’t be able to stop him.

The nurse that came in next looked sad when she saw you crying, and grabbed your baby girl from your arms and left it in the crib right next to you

“Look sweetheart, The Berau sent me” she said warmly, and you just nodded, knowing the drill, they were always watching you, “You do not, under any circumstances let this baby out of your sight, ok?” you nodded, “The hospital nor doctors no nurse has the rights to take this baby from the room without your permission, no matter what shit excuse they give you, ok?” you nodded again, scared again for her safety, “I just needed to say this to you, I already told your husband”

“Thank you”

“You need to rest” she said warmly, “I gave you some of the good stuff” she signaled the bag and the IV plucked into your arm. You giggled

“Thanks” with your baby sleeping right next to you you felt asleep quickly, content with feeling your body already healing for the excruciating 36 hour workout you just pulled 

Ben sat outside your room he almost fell asleep seated on that uncomfortable plastic chair, then the nurse came out of the room with a shy smile

“They are both sleep, you must be so happy” she said sweetly

“I am” he said with his grave voice, his eyes scanning this siren's body up and down, she was HOT…. NO. he told himself, you are married asshole, your wife just spend 36 hours pushing your baby out of her 

No other women, no drugs, no whoring, you barely let him grab a drink… You nagged him all the time but gods if he loved you. He adored you and taking you for himself was the best thing he had ever done. 

You made everything better

You made his horrible memories from the Russians disappear

You made him being monogamous and drug free and he loved it

You gave him a beautiful and strong baby boy, and now a little girl

And now you were crying alone in your room because he prefered to have another boy thana  little girl

Maybe he felt guilty, maybe he was scared of having a girl because he treated women so poorly in his life, his own daughter was going to see right through that, he did force her own mother to marry him… how the hell was he going to explain that?

He looked at both ends of the hallway with squinted eyes, he knew if Vought got wind of this they were going to be stopping by. He could feel his blood boiling at the thought of them getting his dirty hands on you or his babies. He would die before he let them get to you.  

He stopped his dark thoughts when he heard his daughter cry inside the room, without a second thought he jumped and got inside the room 

You were sleeping soundly, the pain and tiredness still present on your face, and your newborn daughter crying her little lungs out. 

With a little hesitation he walked towards the crib

“You should let your mother rest,” he said, like she could understand him, but she wouldn’t stop crying, so remembering everything from his son's first months of life, he grabbed her gently, taking special care in holding her head. As she felt his strong arms she stopped crying, and he looked your way to make sure you were still resting, and you were, you must have been so tired. 

Ben looked at his newborn daughter to find her looking back at him, with those ghostly eyes that seemed blue, but he knew that was going to wash off in a couple of months, but still…

“Hey, don’t look at me like that” he chastised. She draw some small noises and he visibly relaxed when he looked at her more closely 

He didn’t feel the same as when his son was born, when he came into this world he was excited, proud, with his chest filled with arrogance, but now, holding his daughter he felt… he felt scared. 

Scared he was going to drop her, or crush her between his strong hands. Scared that he was going to hurt her in any way. She was so innocent, so small.

”You look like your beautiful mother” he said like he was blaming her for something, “I don’t care if you are a girl, ok?” he muttered, “You are still training, becoming a sup just like your father and mother you hear me? no special treatment” she just kept looking at him, and his resolve just crumbled. That fear was overcome with an immense need, a need to protect his daughter so fiercely, he had never felt anything like it, he would burn the entire world to the ground for her 

“Ok maybe a little special treatment” he whispered leaning in to kiss her forehead, “Only maybe, ok?” he kept looking at her face with the faint lights from outside, she was so cute. 

“I mean look at your face cmon” he growled, “I’ve never been able to resist some doe eyes and a pretty face, haven’t I? Fuck” he admired his daughter in his arms and smiled warmly’ “only one look and you got your old man grabbed by the balls, uh? Is that how it is going to be?” The baby girl seemed to nod, just moving her head randomly and that was enough for Ben to chuckle, seeing himself on his daughter so clearly it warmed his heart

The baby just look at his fathers face and babbled something incoherent, she was a newborn after all, “I’m going to fuck up everyone that tries to hurt you, my princess” he whispered sweetly as he cuddled her against his chest, “no poor fucker is ever going to be good enough for my baby girl”

He recalled a jackass from a show you made him watch. He stated that a girl can always be the light on her father’s life, and he believed it to be true just by holding his little girl

“Now how should we name you, uh?” 

This is it, the final fight. Butcher and Soldier Boy were getting ready to storm the tower, the final battle against Homelander where they knew they were going to win. Sharing stories about their childhoods and their crappy dads.

“I always wanted them, kids I mean, I've always thought I could do a better job than my father ever did” Butcher saw the plan he carefully and dangerously crafted crumble into pieces in front of his eyes

“Homelander is not your son” he said carefully

“He is the only thing I have”

“You can have more kids” he said then, “I know you like old bags, but you can still choose a young one, I don’t care, but he… has to go” Ben looked at him with with furrowed brow

“The young girls these days don’t want to form families, that’s what that cum-eating little shit told me”

“Well, yeah but you are a handsome devil, I know you can figure it out” he uttered hopefully

“Well, yeah, homelander is a piece of shit anyways, so fuck him” Butcher signed relieved

“That my boy”

“I could convince that girl to give me a couple of babies, I mean, she is sweet like that”

“Who?”

“The sweet one… the one on your team, the one with the telekinesis thing”

“(Y/N)?” he asked, it was Butcher´s turn to frown, “I don’t think she is your speed”

“I’ll make her my speed” he said firmly, and that’s when they both look at eachother, definitely

“That’s not how we do things with the ladies” he said carefully, “We ain’t in the 40’s no more” he growled. Ben only smirked

“So now you are telling me I can’t have her either?” 

“Only if she wants to” he reminded him 

“Turn a blind eye, convince everyone we are dead, and I'll waste my own son for you” 

“They are going to hate me if they found out I gave her to you like some sort of stuffed animal in a carnival”

“That’s the part where you convince them we are dead” he said simply, “You want me to fry Homelander? My own son? You’ll let me take her” Butcher looked at him

“But she can never tell anyone what happened” he warned 

“I’ll take care of that” he said simply, “You just think there is going to be one less Sup you need to worry about” 

“Good riddance then”

“You two are sick” Maeve muttered, and they both froze when they saw the redhead standing in the doorway of the room

“Oh, we getting sentimental love?” mocked Butcher, “She is just going to be collateral damage, we kill the bastard, whatever it takes” 

“And what are you going to do to her you sick fuck?” she asked then 

“You don’t worry your little head about that” muttered Butcher

“She doesn’t deserve this, she is actually a decent person”

“You heard the man, he won’t waste Homelander if we don’t let him take her, so that’s it” Maeve went quiet, sharing dirty looks with Soldier Boy, the man just smiled

“I’m not gonna hurt her” he said simply, “I’m just gonna turn her into what any decent girl should be, make an honest woman out of her” 

“This is so wrong” she whispered, but said nothing more as the three prepared to storm the tower

“They already have a huge startpoint” muttered Hughie

“We still have to try”, said Annie decisively 

“Agree” you muttered, looking up at Frenchie, Kimiko and MM, “we all know what we are up against, right?”

“Soldier Boy and Homelander won’t walk out of that tower” muttered MM, “whatever it takes”

“Whatever it takes” you all agreed

The plan was simple, Frenchie and Kimiko would go for the nerve gas to stop Soldier Boy while you all gained time and try to stop them. Hughie was to the control room to warn everyone as you and Annie ran in front of MM to protect him of whatever lies in front of you through the halls of Vought tower 

But when you got to them… it was already late. You couldn’t even walk through the doors of the news study when a huge blast threw you backwards. You flew through the air feeling as the air was punched out of your lungs and you collapse against a marble pillar, losing all consciousness 

. . .

When you came to your senses again, your head weighed a ton, and you had to make a huge effort to open your eyes. You took in the room, you were laid on a King size bed, and the room looked cozy, with a fireplace and all, a little outdated, like from the 80’s, but it was a very comfortable looking room. You took your hands towards your face and they both looked fine, you drew out your push wave and it still worked, your powers were ok, not fried out

“Oh good, I was scared I fried your powers” you grunted a little more when you recognized the men behind the words, “I wouldn't want you to lose them”

“Ben?” you called, finding him entering the room you were in, he smiled when he heard you calling him that, this is exactly what he wanted from you, his real name being moaned from those lips he liked so much, “What happened?” you murmured, “You used the radiation against us?” you seemed hurt, you sounded scared, and he didn't like that

“You tried to stop us from smoking Homelander” he explained simply, not denying it 

“Is everyone else ok?” you asked, “Annie and MM? Frenchie and Kimiko?” he sigh loudly, impatient, not wanting to have to explain to you, he didn’t care about them, he cared about you

“I don’t know, they were breathing when I left”

“You fried us up” you frowned your pretty little face and he didn’t understand why this was so hard for you to understand. Your eyes stopped at the TV, which was broadcasting the lastest news… Homelander was DEAD

“WHAT?” you said urgently, seeing the entire Vought tower completely destroyed, “What the fuck hapened?”

“Sweet things like you don’t talk like that” he whispered with that husky voice of his

“Ben… what happened?” you asked, softly, to appease him

“I complied with my part of the deal, I wasted Homelander” even if he clearly won, he looked defeated, “Homelander, what kind of shitty name that is anyways?” Even though this is what you all wanted, it felt wrong to celebrate the death of a human being, even though it was a Supe-supremacist psychotic piece of shit like him, still… celebrating a man’s death wasn’t right

“Is everyone ok?”

“I think so, I really didn’t care, I only cared about you” you felt your cheeks flush at his words and then he flashed you a poster boy smile. To distract yourself, you looked around. If the outside was any indication, you seemed to be in some sort of cabin

“Ben?” you asked, suddenly scared, your super hearing wouldn’t let you hear anything else but his breathing and the birds outside chirping, no cars, no other people, nothing. He raised from his seat on a small sofa and sat right next to you on the bed. His closeness made you uncomfortable

“Yes, sweet thing?” he purred, and you understand why he got laid everywhere he went, he had to only speak with that thick voice and all the panties in the room would drop

“Where are we?” Softly and gently was the way to go with him, you looked into his beautiful green eyes looking for the truth and the truth only, he smiled softly and tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ea, the contact of his gloved hands made you trembled in your spot

“We are in a cabin Legend gifted me after our first gig together, the old thing is still standing” 

“But why? Where are the others?”

“Around, why do you care so much?” he asked, annoyed, “I’m here” 

“But you had a huge fight, and Homelander is finally dead, and I… he was the most powerful man alive, I mean, I just want to know…”

“Everyone is ok” he said with a sigh, probably the others were covering your tracks, I mean, you just wasted Homelander and Vought probably had tapes about all of you doing so… so now you were fugitives again, and you had to lay low, if the other were ok it was all going to be fine. 

“Except for Noir, Homelander got to him before I could”

“Noir is also dead?” you asked, feeling bad for the ninja, you actually like him and your time in the tower and the times you spent with him had been very pleasant. But to Soldier Boy not too much since he was your worry his face turned in anger

“He was a traitor who gave me away to the Russians” he growled, “He is lucky Homelander got to him and not me”

“I’m sorry for what he did to you, but to me he was always… polite” you whispered 

“Let’s just not talk about that traitor fucker, a walking tumor” his tone made you frightful, so you just looked down scaping his gaze

“I’m sorry you had to be the one to kill Homelander” you muttered, “Hughie told us, that he was…”

“My own son” you looked back at him and it scared you he didn’t seem remorseful, or that he didn't show any emotion at all, “I didn’t get to raise him, he was a weak little pussy”

“I'm sorry about that” you whispered, “He wasn’t a good person”

“It doesn’t matter, I have a second chance” he muttered, he leaned in and before you could stop him he trapped your lips with his. He kisses you slowly. At first you are so impressed you couldn’t react until he tried to pry your lips open with his tongue. You pushed him but accidentally used your powers. Even when it barely move him, not being able to throw him off the bed 

“You are a little firecracker, did you know that?” he asked, amused by your outburst

“No” you whispered, he leaned in again to kiss you roughly, and you felt limb against his arms and chest as you return the kiss

He might be traumatized, he might have been an asshole, but he was hot as hell. He was one of the most handsome guy you had ever met and in a fraction of a second you thought about even if you fuck him, it wouldn’t mean anything but a good time, he was going to pretend nothing happened by tomorrow, so what’s the harm?

His hand went to encase your face against him, and you in turn grabbed his chestnut hair, playing with it with your fingers. His hands soon left your face to go down your neck to squeeze your breasts, as he groaned, pleased against your mouth

“Fuck” he whispered when he left your mouth to drop open mouth kissed down your chin and then devouring your neck, “You are a little slut, aren’t you?”

“No” you whispered, “I just want to fuck you” you said simply, your hands travelling down his body and then up against agains’t his skin until you reached his chest. He chuckled, his husky voice made your panties more wet if that was even possible. He slowly eased you down against the mattress, while he got rid of the blankets that were still covering you, so he could lay next to you. He was wearing some cotton pants and a simple shirt, and even though it would be to even hotter to fuck him while he was wearing his suit, this worked just fine. 

You moaned, losing all shame when he sucked on a special spot in your neck, and you spread your legs instinctively. You barely realized you weren’t wearing your super suit, you were wearing a plain t-shirt and cotton leggings just like him, which he ripped from your quivering body when he realized you had spread your legs for him 

He wastes no time in trapping you under him once he gets rid of your underwear. He opened up your thighs, your sex exposed to him, admiring your wet pussy. You wanted to be even so you, in turn, ripped to shreds his clothes as well, and to your surprise, his ock jumped free, missing the underwear

“God I love the new age” he purred, you squeezed his thick cock, moaning when you couldn’t completely wrap your hand around his thick range, he was going to rip you apart if he wasn’t careful, which you were sure he wasn’t going to be. His thick finger danced teasingly trough your folds, testing you, tasting how wet you were, because you were dripping for him

“I’ve never been the one much for foreplay” he murmured, you just nodded, wanting him inside you, “Hell, we have time later for some pussy tasting” the tip of his cock replaced his fingers, and you opened more your legs for him to be able to place himself comfortably between your legs, as he started to open you up with his thick cock. 

“Oh shit” you cursed, closing your eyes, your hands laced under your knee to keep your legs open for him. The stretch burned, but if felt so good you could kill him if he ever stopped. 

In a rough push he was completely seated inside of you, making you groan, uncomfortable because of his huge size, needing time to get accustomed to him, but fuck, you had never felt so full, and he touched all the right places inside of you, places you didn’t thik even existed

“Fuck you are tight” he cursed under his breath

“You are too big” you complained, but he only smiled, retrieving himself and then pushing into you roughly, the tip of his cock touching your cervix, making you scream in surprise

“Are you ok?” he smirked, and you just nodded, playfully grabbing his ass, encouraging to start thrusting into you, which he did. Soon he started at a rough pace, the mattress making you bounce off the force. 

You grabbed him by the back of his neck and drew him towards you to kiss him deeply. He chuckled darkly against your mouth when he read your intentions

“You are a sweet girl who likes to make sweet lovin’ aren’t you?” you nodded shamefully, like it was a bad thing, but he looked down at you with a glimmer in his eyes that made you rethink everything you knew about him. 

His thrusts where deep and calculating, almost methodical as he kept pounding into you, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix every time

“Shit!” you cursed as your eyes turned to the back of your head from the pleasure, the knot in your belly kept getting tighter and tighter 

“Fuck I feel your little pussy fisting my cock” he purred against you temple. With a wide smile, and using all the force you had, you managed to switch positions, getting him under you, much to his surprised when you placed your hands in his chest and started moving your hips teasingly, finding the perfect angle his cock would touch that sweet spot inside of you, oh and when you did, plus him grabbing your tits and squeezing them, made you cum so hard your thighs trembled at his sides. He grabbed your hips, taking control again and he started moving you roughly on top of him. You navigated your orgasm that lasted longer that you could handle, making you wanted to faint on top of the superhero

“Did you make yourself cum on my fat cock?” he mocked thrusting his hips up to meet you, making such a sloppy sound it was straight up filthy. “Answer me” he demanded, spanking your ass

“Yes I made myself cum on your cock” you confessed full of shame. Oh and you prayed the others weren’t at earshot, this was going to be very hard to explain

“Fuck, you are so tight you are going to make me cum” he admitted, fucking you even roughly, grabbing the globes of your ass, making you bounce up and down his cock for his pelasure, chasing his clímax 

What he didn’t expect was to draw another orgasm from you while he pumped you full of his come. Secretly, he hopes it sticks the very first time, as he made sure to press you against him for his cum to reach your womb if it had to 

He cum inside you, you felt it deep in your womb and you whined, feeling so good and warm. You weren’t on any birth control, but you guessed you could buy some plan b tomorrow, and slapped yourself mentally for being so careless

“That was one of the bst fucks of my life” you looked at him like he had three heads at his admission.

“Good to know, I thought you were some sort of manwhore” you giggled, and he laughed heartily 

“I am” he admitted, caressing your hips, while you were still on top of him

“It’s ok if I cuddle?” you asked dumbly, you liked to cuddle but you weren’t sure he wanted that, and if the others were going to come back soon 

“Of course sweetheart” he said with a chuckle, as he trapped you down his arm and against his chest sliding his softening cock off of you, making you whimper in the process. 

You relaxed cuddling into him, you laid against Ben’s chest, caressing his soft skin. He chuckled when he heard you purr, content against him.

“Aren’t you a sweet one?” he chuckled, caressing your naked shoulder and down your back, “you are a powerful superhero, and a mynx in the sack” he laughed, and you giggled against his skin, “Fuck I like those powers of yours too, I really hope our kids will inherit them”

“Our kids?” you asked, curious, raising your head to look at him, “what do you mean?” If he was him flirting he sucked at it

“The kids we are going to have together silly girl” you would have laughed at his poor attempt at flirting if you didn’t believe it was real. You wanted to cry

“Ben… where are we?” you asked again, a single tear falling down your eye

“I told you, my cabin”

“The others are not around, are they?” you wanted to climb out of bed, but he grabbed you and made you stick to him with a grunt

“We were having such a good time sweetheart, don’t ruin it” his voice was calm but he hid a threat in them, so you stood still against him again. “In exchange of me killing my own son, Butcher promised me he wasn’t going to get in the way of me taking you for myself”

“No” you cried, “He is an asshole of massive proportions but he wouldn’t do that” you muttered, “Besides the rest of them, the boys wouldn't…”

“They think we are dead” he said simply, “I had to destroy the entire tower to make sure our story sticked” you whimpered in fear, knowing perfectly well you would never be able to fight him off

“Why me?” you asked then 

“Who better than you to give the kids I always wanted?” he asked in return, and you whimpered some more as bitter tear ran down your cheeks and to his chest 

“We’d be terrible parents” you cried

“That’s not true” he said, angry, “You are sweet, and good and hot as hell, I mean, look at that ass” you whimpered some more, maybe referring to him.

“I will raise them right, like strong men',' and with his iron grip around you you just managed to curl more into yourself. 

2 years later…

Your husband, Ben, sat at the head of the table with your one year old bouncing on his leg. The baby, your son, giggled and showed him his one tooth he had to his father proudly as he smiled. That made your heart swell. It’s been a rough couple of years and you understood that what lies ahead, meaning the fact of raising your kids with Soldier Boy, was going to be challenging to say the least, but one thing you understood after so many times you tried to call someone or get help, there was no getting rid of him, so you had to stick around, you couldn’t leave your children, specially with HIM

“He is a handsome little devil, isn’t he?” he admired. Your son, Henry, he was big for his age, and chubby, healthy and strong like his father, who looked at you when you put the dinner right in front of him. He smiled at you and placed his hand on your 8 month baby bump. He wasted no time in putting another baby inside of you as soon as you recuperated from having the first one… And he was going to do it again…

“We make cute babies” you offered with a smile

“And strong ones as well” he said proudly, “These little shits are going to rule the world some day” he muttered. He rose his son in his arms and cuddle him against his chest, sometimes you wondered if he was going to be a good role model when he grows, you then look down at your belly, praying that it was a boy as well, you knew how old school he was, but you also thought a girl would melt his cold heart.

Your son hid his chubby face on his father´s neck, and that made you believe everything was going to be fine. 

A small continuation... here

“That’s a hooker’s name” he said to you, with his big hand covering your baby girl’s ear. She was cuddled against his father’s chest while he walked around the room to make her stop crying. It had worked since she was sleeping peacefully, oblivious to the conversation her parents were having about finally naming her

“You had said that about the last 20 names I’ve proposed, how many sexual workers have you been with, uh Ben?” you asked teasingly, provoking him

“Hey, we are getting out of track here” he said hastlity, bouncing your daughter in his arms slowly, you just giggled, continuing to put her little clothes inside her bag, you were getting released today, to finally take your daughter home to meet her brother 

“She needs a good, proud name” he continued, looking down at her, “a name for a superhero” 

“Xena, the warrior princess” you teased

“Yes, sure, very funny” his flustered cheeks told you he also had less than honorable memories with the characters 

“Elizabeth, like the queen” you continued 

“She is from Britain” he said like you were betraying your country

“Daenerys Targaryen” you kept teasing. You had been at this for hours, throwing names left and right to see which one you both liked. Before the birth you had barely discussed it, he was so sure it was going to be a boy that you didn’t even talk about girl names, so here you were, 24 hours after the birth and still no clue. 

“The hot chick with the dragons? I’m in” 

“I was kidding” you muttered, looking at him raising one of your eyebrows, “What about… Diana? like wonder woman” you tried 

“It reminds me of Princess Diana and I don’t like that,” he continued. “I still shed a few tears every time I listen to Candle in the wind”

“Ok, ok I got it” you snapped. He probably saw Princess Diana on the flesh, “Our poor girl is going to be nameless” you muttered after a long sigh

“No she is not,” said Ben, caressing her little head. You stole a glance at him, looking at his daughter with such adoration you already forgave him for his reaction the moment she was born, he was totally, completely and irrevocably in love with his child. “we’ll find her a beautiful name, uh?” she was awake now, and looked up at his father, “Yes we will” he cooed childishly, “we’ll find you a beautiful and powerful name”

He moved around with her and she seemed to like it, since she cooed and didn’t cry, just enjoying his father’s embrace. You smiled warmly, when you woke up this morning Ben was sleeping right next to you, with your daughter in his arms, and today, he had barely let you hold her to feed her. 

You had thrown around your mother’s name, family names too, and nothing, nothing sounded right for her, and now you were trying names of famous persons, and still nothing sounded right. 

“I need to feed her Ben” you said gently, reaching with your arms as a sign for him to give you your daughter back, but he turned his back to you, ignoring you and shaking his head

“Let me hold my daughter woman, she is not crying” he said defensively

“You’ve had her all morning” you giggled, seating on the hospital bed

“She is a daddy’s girl, right sweety?” he cooed, “Yes you are, you are daddy’s little girl” he kept bouncing her around the room until she started getting fuzzy, and he, even reluctantly, handed the baby to you. You accomodated her against your chest releasing your nipple. She suckled inmediatly. Ben seated at your side, his eyes never leaving your daughter. He surrounded your shoulder with his arm, and kissed your shoulder softly. 

“Our daughter is so beautiful” he whispered against the skin of your shoulder 

“I agree” you giggled, “we make cute babies” 

“She looks just like you” he continued

“She has some mischief in her eyes, that’s all you” you answered back, making him chuckle. He dropped a lazy kiss.

“You look so hot feeding our baby” he growled against the skin of your shoulder, you giggled

“You had to ruin it, didn’t you?” you mocked, “remember tiger that we have 8 long weeks ahead of us”

“Ugh,” he whined. 

“I just gave birth to your baby” you muttered, impressed

“I know” he whispered, “you are so fucking amazing” You giggled, already accostumed to his horny demeanor, always so insatiable, even if you were certain you looked like shit right now. 

You both looked at your daughter feeding hungryly, only her cute sounds could be heard in the room. 

“I’m going to talk to the nurses about us getting released from this hellhole” he said, dropping one last kiss on your shoulder to rise from the bed and walk towards the exit.

You were already recuperated and ready to go, that was the silver lining about being a sup, incredible regeneration power. The doctors didn’t know about your powers, so they were all amazed about your recovery. it was always a fine line to walk, to live in hiding like Ben had made you live, you never knew who could be your friend or who could blow the whistle on you and alert Vought.

You sighed as you looked at your daughter, she was a carbon copy of Ben, only cuter, but she did have more resemblance to you rather than your son.

Your Son, he was so little yet that he didn’t have quite a clue of what was happening, he was barely 14 months old. Your son was being taken care of by a nanny you hired, you hoped that everything was going well. Ben still didn’t quite know how to use a fucking cellphone. 

“We are ready to go” announced Ben appearing again, you smiled, relieved.

“Let’s go home” you muttered 

Ben refused to put your baby on the car seat you had on the room, instead taking her in his arms to leave the room 

You grabbed his arm to be close to him and your daughter and your mind was swarmed with his thoughts, memories and above everything else, names he was concocting in his head

When one stood above everything else, you gasped

“Ben!” you exclaimed with a big smile

“Ugh, that power of yours is a pain in my ass” he grumbled

“It’s a beautiful name Ben” you whispered, kissing his cheek gently, “why didn’t you say something?”

“It’s silly” he grumbled

“It’s your mother’s name” you chastised gently

“That woman was a saint” he continued, “But I didn’t thought you’d like it”

“It's beautiful” you murmured, looking at your daughter, “Hey Elena” you cooed. She liked it, and it suited her, you decided. Ben leaned in and kissed the top of your head

“Thank you” he whispered

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