Brezzy Baby

arch follows after 30 seconds pass, throwing the blanket to the side and walking to where you were. he catches you mid-drink of a water bottle you filled earlier, a few empty chocolate wrappers resting on the counter. “you okay?” your giggle fills the room, seeing his cheeks flush with embarrassment. 

“yeah… you were just taking too long.”

“it’s been less than a minute.”

“exactly. we both missed a minute of the show,” he tried to defend, not wanting to fully say why he was in here. he watches your arms cross against your chest, your brow raising, giving him that knowing look, “you can’t spend less than a minute without me there?”

“uhm… no?” 

the look intensifies, arch sheepishly walking towards you slowly. his arms wrap around your waist, as his lips press small kisses on your face. “you’re so needy, you know that?” he shrugs, knowing it was worth it. 

“can’t help it when i haven't seen you all week,” he says, before picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder. “wait! my chocolates!” he spins around, grabbing the bag of your adored sweets, walking back to the living room, not wasting any second to go back to his original spot before getting up. 

“don’t leave again…”

he fell asleep not long after. his soft snores filled the room, his hand clung tightly against your shirt, as he slept. arch would never admit it, but this is the only way he could properly sleep. skin to skin. holding you tight against him. afraid you’d leave him forever.

two; 

the loud noise from each of your phones spreads through the room. you lie on your side, one hand tucked under your chin, using the other one to scroll on your apps, and pressed behind you is none other than arch himself. his muscled arm is wrapped around your middle, his cheek pressed against yours, not showing any signs of moving. 

he’s in his own world, thumb double-tapping then and there on some videos. his grip is tight, but free enough that you could move. you can feel his chest rise up and down, yet he remained silent, letting out a chuckle then and there at some videos. 

“are you comfortable?” you whispered, seeing his eyes shift down, giving you a confused stare. “yes, why?” 

“nothing… just asking…” 

“what? why are you giving me that look?”

“we’ve been doomscrolling like this for an hour,” you remarked with a laugh, “you haven’t moved from this spot at all. and when i move, you’re quick to glue back on.” 

“are you calling me a leech?” arch jokes, now resting his chin on your shoulder, his phone plopping onto the bed, his finger removing a strand of hair back to its spot. 

“you’re so beautiful, you know that?” arch admires your face, watching as you flush against his hold. “stop, i know what you’re doing," you warn, shifting onto your back, tucking back a few pieces of his hair, kissing the bridge of his nose. 

“and what am i doing?”

“being clingy again, obviously.” 

“you say it like it's a bad thing,” arch smiles wide, digging his head into the valley of your chest. “it’s not a bad thing. it’s very cute. who would’ve thought that arch manning was the clingy type…” 

“i’m not clingy!”

“i bet you wouldn’t last the whole night without cuddling,” you dared, pulling his face back, seeing his face twist into panic. but arch wasn’t one to let down so easily and lose. his lips moped, kissing you twice before agreeing, “you’re on.”

you knew your boyfriend too well. he purposely tried to begin pulling away so he’d win. he didn’t wrap his arms around you while making dinner, or lie his head on your lap watching a movie, or randomly blurt out how much he loved you, followed by a kiss. 

by the time you finish doing skincare and are done with your daily night reading, arch is too silent. he’s troubled by how easily it was for you to complete tasks without him. “i’m going to sleep, good night,” you fake-yawned, lying down onto your side facing away. 

he spoke up before stammering, growing quiet once again. the bed shifted, and it wasn’t long before he scooted over, inch by inch, slow and slow, his warm hand wrapping around your waist, pulling him to his warm chest. 

“i knew it!” you said, turning around to face him, seeing a content smile spread across his face. “admit it, handsome. say you’re clingy.” 

“never. night cuddles are mandatory, no ifs and buts.”

three; 

arch 

where ate yuo? 

niss yuo do nuch!!!! 

“arch, i’m right next to you,” you yelled over the loud music, seeing him smack his head softly, starting to sober up.  “i thought you left me,” he pouted, kissing you softly, tasting the remaining strawberry margarita on your lips. 

“where did you do?” he patted his lap, silently asking you to sit there, and you did. his arm secured around your hips, chin resting on your shoulder, where he placed another soft kiss. “to the restroom with the girls. i needed to retouch my hair and makeup,” you clarified. 

“i missed you so much. it felt like you were gone for an hour,” he slurred, eyes half closed, but still present.

“i was gone for ten minutes,” you laughed. arch sighed heavily, eyes fluttering open and shut, slowly dozing off. he tried to ask for another drink, but you refused, knowing he would regret it the next morning. 

“no more drinks for you. you’re cut off,” you stated, looking back at him, where he has a sad gaze. “am i  being annoying?” he asked, making you shake your head. “no, but i don’t want you to have a headache. you have to be up early tomorrow, remember?” 

“what for? it’s saturday,” he asked with genuine confusion. 

“you have practice. ryan is picking you up because your truck is in the shop,” you giggled, feeling him press another kiss this time on your jaw. “but i want to spend time with you! it’s summer break,” arch said, disappointed, clearly unaware.

“we have all summer. but you have a duty to attend, and it’s non-negotiable” 

 “so you don’t want to spend time with me… is that what it is?” he deadpanned, serious, pulling away slightly. “i do, but we both have stuff to attend. i’m all yours in the afternoon,” you said, kissing his pout. 

“okay, good. for a second, i thought you no longer loved me,” he said with a sad smile, asking for another kiss. “why did you think that?” his question catches you off guard, eyes squinting in concern. 

“just a feeling,” arch shrugged, finishing the last bit of his beer. you started talking about your day, and arch paid close attention, reacting to the chaotic story from work you told. he remained surprisingly quiet, and it was because the drinks were starting to hit him further. 

“let the girl breathe, arch! we want to go dance with her,” your friend teased, attempting to pull you out of his grip, but he wrapped his hold tighter, shaking his head. “she’s mine,” he argued, your best friend's smirk deepening. 

“she was ours first. we knew her before you.” 

“she’s mine forever now, right, sweetheart?” arch asked, his eyes pleading you agreed. you decided to mess with him, shrugging your shoulders, unsure, “i have known them longer.” 

“so you hate me now. okay, i see how it is,” he slumped, going mute, not believing his own girlfriend was betraying him. “i’m kidding, of course i’m yours,” you said, laughing at his dramatic antics. 

“the only way you can make it up to me is by giving me three kisses,” he slurred. 

“just three?”

“no, a million.” 

four; 

“arch! quit it,” you hissed, looking over your shoulder, seeing your family’s laugh and conversing. “i’m just applying sunscreen as you asked,” he smirked, continuing his movement along your back, giving your ass a firm squeeze with both palms. 

“our families literally can see us,” you reminded, brushing your sunglasses down. he was shirtless, wearing orange swim trunks, his skin slightly red due to the sun exposure, yet tan and glowy.

“so? they know how we are,” he shrugged, his blue eyes grazing up to check if anyone was watching. no one was, each in their own world. his parents conversed with yours, his siblings had gone out to pick up the takeout, and your siblings were inside watching an anticipated game. 

“no… they know how you are,” you clarified with a giggle, sitting up, fixing your bikini where arch had attempted to take it off. he leaned back onto the lounge chair, arms flexing behind him, watching as you stood up to go get drinks and fruit. 

“we’re surprised, he didn’t follow you, he hasn’t left your side since we got here,” his mom teased, his dad following with a surge of jokes. “he’s in love, leave the guy alone,” his grandma said, smacking her son on the arm. 

“if you need a second alone, don’t hesitate to shout,” his mom said, making you nod, giggling. 

arch’s eyebrows are pulled in when he sees you return with a huge grin. he wastes no time sitting between your legs, popping a cold, crunchy purple grape into his mouth. “what was that about?” he asked, seeing you shake your head. 

“oh, nothing! i just love your family,” you spoke, feeling his fingertips draw small shapes along your thighs. “they noticed how attached you’ve been,” you said, leaning onto the lounge chair, the blazing sun hitting your skin. 

he scooted closer without realizing. his chest rummaged with contentment that you were next to him. that you were together on a family trip. how lucky he felt to be your boyfriend and create everlasting memories. how he felt so lucky he’d found someone to spend the rest of his life with. 

“i love you so much, don’t ever forget it,” he whispered, a shy smile growing on his face. “i cross my heart and promise i never will. i love you too, more than you know,” you said back, your insides twisting with butterflies. 

“i love talking to you. i love to spend time with you. i just love being with you, sweetheart,” he gushed, leaning over to place a soft kiss against your cheek, knowing he didn’t want to overdo the pda. 

“i’m so in love with you… you’re literally my person.” his words make a small pout rest on your lips. arch wasn’t one with words. he sometimes didn’t know how to express or know what to do properly. but there was one thing he never failed to show: his physical touch. 

you knew he meant his words. sometimes they sprang out of nowhere and caught you by surprise.  but he never ever lied. once he said something, there was no taking it back. especially in a moment like this. 

“you’re gonna make me cry,” you warned, feeling your eyes burn with tears. for whatever case, the sun would be at fault. 

“no one, and i mean no one, can ever replace what you mean to me. how i love you. ever be like you. you’re one of a kind, and i’m so grateful you’re mine…” 

five; 

if there was one thing you hated, it was never being on time. you were the first person at any function. if it said to arrive 15 minutes early, you’d be there 30 minutes before. now wasn’t any different, getting ready hours before you had to go. 

arch was different. he’d wait an hour before he was scheduled to leave to start getting ready. it triggered you horribly. it annoyed you that he’d do it on purpose from time to time. why wait until the last second to do something you had plenty of time to do then?

luckily, tonight, he had gotten ready way before you. you were halfway done with your makeup when he appeared in the doorway, wearing his grey suit, white button-up undone, revealing his toned abs, his tie hanging loose around his neck. 

god, he looked so good. and you didn’t hold back from showing it when he leaned down to press a kiss on your lips. you dragged the kiss slowly, slowly adding your tongue when he attempted to catch his breath. 

“you’re being bad…” arch whispered, pecking your lips softly one last time. “you look good, really good,” you explained, grabbing your fluffy brush to wipe off the loose powder, leaving over to grab the preferred setting spray to set the base.

arch smiled shyly, grabbed the extra stool by his dresser, and took a seat. he inched closer and closer, his arm wrapping around your middle as you continued your makeup. arch scrolled on his phone, waiting for you to finish getting ready. 

he pressed small kisses on your bare shoulder, then and there. or fixing the annoying strap that kept falling. arch would catch your eyes from time to time through your vanity mirror, not resisting pressing closer, wanting to feel your warm skin with his. 

he helped you zip your dress, his arms resting over your shoulder, looking at one another through the large mirror. “we don’t have to go. we can stay right here,” arch tried to convince, seeing you shake your head. 

“this was your idea, remember?” 

“regretting that so bad right now. you look fucking unreal,” he said, lost for words, his heart stopping at the entire sight of you. the dress hung and fit tight around your curves, accentuating your bust, making your boobs look perky.

“we need to go soon,” you reminded, feeling his hands roam your sides, then wrap around your waist. “you’re making it very hard for us to go right now,” he whispered, pressing a kiss on the curve of your jaw. 

“stepping foot out that door is going to be impossible, when all i want is to stay here,” he admitted, fixing the ‘a’ charm that had flipped. his fingers reached down to fix a strand of hair that covered your face, “you’re so beautiful.”

“arch! you always do this!”

“i can’t help it! this dress ruined me. and now every man is going to think the same,” arch explains, leaning down to secure the straps of your heels. “you jealous, handsome?” he knew too well to fall for your provocations. 

“very. i’m gonna keep you next to me all night if i have to,” he expressed, pressing a kiss on your calf. if he had to fight any man, he would. you looked unreal, and it was making his head fill with filthy, inappropriate thoughts.

“that sounds dangerous,” you laughed, fixing and tightening his tie. “is it a crime to want to be and spend time with my girlfriend?” he asked guilelessly. you checked the time, arch placing small, open wet kisses along your sternum and jaw. 

“we have to go, or else we're hitting traffic,” you let out a breathless moan, feeling his arm dig under the skirt of your dress. “we can be late, just a few minutes, right, sweetheart?” he asked, kissing your lips twice, feeling you want to lean for more. 

“you know i hate being late,” you said, hands digging into the hair at the nape of his neck. he pulls you closer to him, chest to chest, inhaling his fancy, rich cologne. “we have all the time in the world. there’s no rush,” arch said breathlessly. 

he was right. maybe tonight you’d accept the teasing for being late. because there was no stopping when both of your hands were on one another. not stopping when his kisses turned fervent and messy. not stopping when he had you right where he wanted. 

The next morning, or was it really morning time, the penthouse was extremely quiet. For the first time in what felt like months, neither of them had anywhere they needed to be.

The skyline of Seattle was bright outside when Y/N woke up and checked her phone.

11:07 AM.

She groaned softly and turned her face into the pillow, everything coming back to her. From the Super Bowl win, the confetti raining down and AJ finally becoming a champion, but before she grabbed her phone again, an arm tightened around her waist.

AJ was awake, of course he was.

"I know you're awake."

Y/N laughed into the pillow.

"No you don't."

"Baby."

His voice was still rough from sleep.

"You literally smiled."

She rolled over to face him, and sure enough he was smiling. The stress he carried all season was gone, and so was the tension.

"There she is."

Y/N smiled, "There who is?"

"My girl."

Eventually, AJ leaned forward and kissed her forehead, moving down to her cheek before kissing once again.

Y/N laughed, "What are you doing?"

"What does it look like?"

"Being annoying."

"I'm being affectionate."

"Same thing."

AJ looked offended and rolled his eyes, "Gonna break my heart."

"You'll survive."

“I absolutely will not.”, his dramatic expression lasted about three seconds before he started smiling again.

AJ brushed a hand through his hair before looking at her more seriously, the look he had made her heart flutter before kissing her. His arm moving to the back of her neck cradling it.

“You have to trust me baby, I’m not going to hurt you I promise.”

Y/N nodded as she then let go from him as his large frame shifted off the bed, muscular legs extending as he reached for the condom on the nightstand. Y/N watched him biting her lower lip about to speak up. 

AJ turned back towards her with the wrapper in his hand, his eyes meeting hers before she spoke up, “No condom.” And he froze, thinking he did something horribly wrong, more confused than ever because she wasn’t the most experienced when it came down to this.

His brows rose up,  "You okay?"

Y/N nodded, a smile on her lips. "I just..want to feel you. All of you."

AJ’s eyes got huge, surprised and honored at the same time, and so slowly he put the condom back in the drawer. She moved onto her stomach, getting closer to him as he got behind her. 

She felt the heat of his body, the tip against her ass, and a shiver ran through her, “Go slow, you’re so big I don’t want to split in half.”

"Don't worry, baby. I'll take good care of you." His hands gripped her hips, thumbs digging into her as he went in. Y/N gasped, eyes fluttering shut as he slowly entered her.

"Shit," AJ grunted, burying his face in her hair. "You feel so fucking good." He slowly went in and out of her, each thrust measured, allowing her time to adjust to him raw. His hand crept up to cover Y/N's mouth. "Gotta keep it down, baby," he panted in her ear. "Don't want the neighbors hearing how good I make you feel."

Y/N moaned against his palm. In the mirror, she looked up, seeing the reflection. His tatted shoulder moved to support her, and, having a sense that she was looking, he looked into the mirror also.

“Fuck Y/N, I'm gonna cum if you keep doing that, so tight.” Her back arched into him as he got faster, and holding her up as her legs started to shake, he collapsed inside of her, releasing hard, quickly joining her.

A few minutes later, he pulled out, using his strength to pull her against him as she kept shaking lightly, “Was it worth it?”

Y/N rolled onto her back, stretching beneath him. "Hell yes," she said, reaching up to stroke his cheek. "And you were right, by the way, to trust you."

He kissed her cheek before standing back up, holding out a hand to help Y/N to her feet. "Come on, let's get cleaned up." Y/N's legs still unsteady beneath her. In the shower, AJ washed her without her even asking. She leaned into him carefully.

As the water rained down onto them, Y/N tilted her head back to meet AJ’s gaze. "I love you," she whispered, a shy smile playing at her lips.

At nine months, Austin felt like hell with the humidity and the second that someone opened a door it made anyone regret being outside. And unfortunately Y/N was overdue officially, so combined with her swollen feet, hands and face, that was the icing on the cake for her.

Also none of her clothes fit and everyone kept asking did she have the baby yet, the answer being nope.

“Your son is stubborn as hell.”

Arch, sitting beside her with a bowl of fruit he'd spent twenty minutes cutting for her specifically looked up.

"My son?"

"Yes."

"Our son."

"Nope."

She pointed dramatically at her stomach.

"He's been in there for 41 weeks. That's your DNA."

Arch immediately started laughing.

"Baby, that's not how genetics work."

"It absolutely is."

Arch laughed harder as she huffed and shifted for what felt like the hundredth time that hour, everything hurt in her body, she couldn’t sleep, get comfortable or bend over. She couldn't even get off the couch without sounding like a old man.

The worst part though, everyone had opinions.

Her mother had called, Arch's mother had called and the entire Manning family had opinions.

"Walk more."

"Try dates."

"Drink raspberry tea."

"Bounce on a yoga ball."

"Take a warm bath."

"Try curb walking."

By day four past her due date, she was over it, "One more person tells me to bounce on a damn ball and I'm deleting their number."

So the next morning she waddled into the kitchen, pulling out every spicy thing that was in the house.

"Baby."

"I'm eating spicy food."

He sighed walking into the kitchen, “That cant be safe.”

“Says who?”

“Literally everyone.”

Even after that it didnt work, so the next morning at the doctors they confirmed what he’d started suspecting before she even did, the baby wasn't coming on his own. 3At least not anytime soon, so the induction date was scheduled. Y/N sat quietly in the examination room while the doctor explained the process.

Now shifting towards the morning, after weeks of waiting and a hot humid summer of swelling everywhere, she was ready. 

At five in the morning, Austin was still dark when Arch loaded the birth bag into the back of his truck for what felt like the fifth time. 

Y/N stood in the driveway holding her Stanley cup, watching him load everything up and a few minutes later they were heading towards the hospital, and he was watching her like a hawk.

"You okay?"

"Yes."

Five minutes later, "You need anything?"

"No."

Ten minutes later, "You hungry?"

"Arch."

"What?"

"Please drive."

He shut up immediately, for three minutes to be exact.

But at the hospital, it was beautiful, the room was atleast and a a few hours later, after the initial monitoring and preparation, the OB on call came into the room explaining that they’d break Y/N’s water manually because shes overdue.

And obviously, Arch had a dumb question.

“Okay but.. How do we know when it happens?”

The doctor laughed, "You'll know when it happens."

Arch looked skeptical at him. 

"I don't like that answer."

Eventually it was time, she moved towards the stirrups as Arch grabbed onto her hand. 

"Okay," the doctor said gently. "You might feel some pressure."

Y/N nodded.

"Okay."

The room went quiet, until she felt lots of liquid.

Y/N's eyes widened.

"Oh."

Then wider.

"Oh my God, that’s so weird.”

Arch was trying, and failing not to laugh.

“Baby-”

“Nope absolutely not, dont laugh.”

Her smile faded because not long after, the contractions started becoming much more noticeable.

Soon after, it fell right back into something more relaxed and at some point while Arch had gone on his mission to find Y/N the world's largest breakfast, people had started arriving.

The birthing suite was large enough to handle it, thankfully. The couch was occupied, several chairs had been claimed, and the foldout bed designated for Arch had become unofficial seating.

His father, Cooper, was sitting comfortably at the end of it talking quietly with Y/N's dad.

His mom Ellen had immediately slipped into mom mode the second she walked through the door, checking on Y/N, checking on the nurses, checking on literally everything.

May had brought snacks despite being told food already existed in the hospital.

And Heid was mostly looking around like he wasn't entirely sure what to do with himself.

Y/N sat propped up in the hospital bed wearing a soft robe now instead of the gown she'd started the morning in. The fetal monitors stayed underneath it.

She looked significantly happier than she had an hour ago.

Mostly because she had food.

A lot of food.

The moment Arch finally came back through the door carrying enough breakfast for three people, every head in the room turned toward him.

"Finally."

Arch looked offended.

"I was gone twelve minutes."

"It felt like twelve years."

"That's dramatic."

Arch carefully set everything down before finally looking around for somewhere to sit, and immediately realized there wasn't a single chair left.

His father noticed first.

"Looks like you're outta luck."

His eyes shifted from Y/N, to the bed, then up back at her and she raised a eyebrow.

"What?"

"I don't have a seat."

"Sounds unfortunate."

"Baby."

Y/N was already cutting into pancakes.

"Mm?"

Arch sighed.

Then climbed onto the edge of her hospital bed.

The room immediately started laughing, while an occasional contraction that made Y/N pause for a moment before continuing whatever she was doing.

"Arch."

His eyes closed briefly.

Because he knew that tone.

"What?"

"Aht. Aht."

The entire room got quiet because everyone knew she was about to ask for something.

"Go fill my Stanley."

Arch blinked.

"Okay."

"With water."

"Okay."

"And nugget ice."

There was a moment of silence, very long as she stared back. Then under his breath, very quietly, "Seriously..."

Y/N's head immediately turned, "What was that, baby?"

"I said nothing."

"Thank you, baby."

The sweetness made it worse in her voice because he knew what she was doing so he turned around rolling his eyes.

"You're enjoying this."

"I think you're imagining things."

"You've become someone evil."

She took another bite of food, “You got me pregnant though..”

He grabbed the cup out of her hands aggressively.

"I'll get the water."

"And the nugget ice."

Arch looked toward the ceiling.

"Yes."

"Nugget ice specifically."

"Yes."

"Not regular ice."

"Yes."

"Because-"

"I KNOW."

Arch shook his head as he headed toward the door.

"Unbelievable."

"Love you!" Y/N called after him.

He looked back despite himself.

Immediately smiling.

"Love you too."

After he returned, the mood changed in the suite once her OBGYN came on shift, its almost like the baby knew. But the second Dr. Smith walked through the door with her chart in hand, things started moving fast.

"Well."

Y/N immediately knew that tone.

"What?"

Dr. Smith laughed.

"What do you mean what?"

"You're moving."

"Moving?"

"Fast."

The doctor looked at Arch.

"Much faster than we expected."

Another check from a nurse confirmed everything and nurses started moving around and setting up equipment and warmers, and so did the anesthesiologist coming in with the epidural. 

“Holy-”

Y/N immediately smacked him in the stomach, “Can you shut up?”

"I'm sorry."

"You are not helping."

"I know."

The anesthesiologist laughed as she focused inserting the needle.

Arch pointed, "That thing is huge."

Another smack.

"ARCH."

"Okay."

Luckily, the medication started working and she became comfortable until her doctor bursted her bubble 10 minutes later announcing she was fully dilated and to move into the stirrups and slide up.

Arch grabbed onto her hand, “I got you baby.” 

Around halfway through Y/N realized she should’ve gotten the C-section and been in a better spot because the room was filled with the same compliments over and over again.

But, after a while exhaustion started creeping in.Her robe had long since been moved aside, her hands were shaking like never before.

“I can’t do this.”

Dr. Smith immediately shook her head, "Yes you can, you’ve come too far to give up now."

She pushed again hard then her head hit the pillow, “I cant.”

And then Arch leaned forward and Y/N swore he was crying the way his eyes were glassy, “Yes the hell you can.”

"Look at me Y/N.”

"You're the strongest person I've ever met, so you’re gonna bring our son into the world safely, and he needs you. Do everyone a favor and use all your energy and push, I promise you, squeeze my throwing hand, break it I don’t care.”

She pushed again before hearing the shoulders were out, then one last huge push came with a pressure relief, then a cry. Everything stopped in the room and after all of the waiting he was here, tiny, a bit chubby and definitely red in the face and angry about being kicked out of the womb.

Y/N burst into tears as she opened her robe a bit for skin to skin, and when it happened the world went quiet.

His tiny hand balled up and his forehead, unfortunately takes after his father. And Y/N looked up at Arch to see him about to start crying, already speechless.

Before the nurses left after testing, one of the nurses looked up from charting on the computer.

"Dad."

Arch looked up immediately.

"You want to help with his first bath?"

For a moment he genuinely looked caught off guard.

"Me?"

The nurse nodded.

"If mom's okay with it."

Everyone looked toward Y/N.

She didn't even hesitate.

"Absolutely."

The smile that appeared on Arch's face was immediate.

The nurse motioned him over.

"Come on then."

The bath station was in the corner of the room, and seeing that small baby lying there Arch was nervous as hell.

The nurse began explaining everything.

How to support the babies head, keeping him warm, cleaning himself gently and what products to use to prevent any rashes.

"Watch his neck."

"Okay... hey little one..."