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My throat is dry as hell, so I get up and get something to drink. While I’m up, I let Bleu out to use the bathroom, then I lock the door up tight after he gets in. It’s a nice, cool night; I think I’ll open the balcony door to let in some fresh air when I get back upstairs. I quietly head into Ronan’s room to check on her, and I smile when I see her fast asleep with her little plump cheek pressed against her mattress. I tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, then I sneak out of her room.
Y/N is sleeping soundly in our bed, and after I open the balcony door a little, I crawl back into bed. I roll to my right side and close my eyes, and I feel Y/N reach over and pull my arm over her waist.
“Where did you go?” she whispers groggily.
“Needed something to drink.” I whisper back, pulling her closer until her back is against my chest. “Did you need something?”
Y/N hums, “Just my husband.”
“I opened the balcony for some cool air. If you get cold, let me know.” I whisper, then I kiss her shoulder. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” she replies, and then silence blankets the room again.
My eyes flutter shut as I listen to the leaves rustling outside, but they shoot open when I feel Y/N place my hand on her breast. A smile immediately spreads across my face. I palm her breast lazily over the fabric for a few moments before she reaches up and pulls the strap of her camisole down. My fingers brush against the soft skin of her breast, then I gently pinch her nipple, listening to her gasp softly.
“Show me what you want,” I whisper, and she moves my hand down between her legs as she rolls onto her back. She guides my hand into her underwear, and I slide my fingers down further to where she’s aching for me, causing her to moan quietly. “Yeah? Does that feel good?”
Y/N bites her bottom lip as she nods, “Yeah.”
“Fuck, you’re so wet and aching for me.”
I lean over and kiss her, sliding my tongue into her mouth as I rub circles on her clit. I slide my middle finger deep inside her, then I curl it repeatedly, listening as she moans. As soon as my finger moves back to her clit, she slaps her hand over her mouth and moans louder.
“You gotta be quiet,” I say as she laughs.
“I can’t! It feels too good,” she whispers as she looks at me, smiling when our eyes meet. She swallows and tries to catch her breath as my hand moves between her legs. She reaches down and removes her underwear, then she rolls over to face me, “Fuck me.”
I lift my hips to remove my boxers, tossing them aside, then I reach for her leg, pulling it over my waist. We grind against each other for a few moments with our lips pressed together, and I clench my jaw when I slip between her legs. I grip her hip as I thrust harder to bury myself deeper inside her, and she moans into my mouth. Holding onto her tight, I jerk my hips hard as she buries her face in the crook of my neck.
“Fuck, John,” she whispers, gripping the back of my neck, “go easy on me.”
“I am,” I say, and she lets out a small laugh. I jerk my hips harder just to tease her, and she laughs again. “I can’t help it. Something about doing this in the middle of the night…”
Y/N grips my bicep, moaning, “Yeah.”
I move my hand to her ass and help her move on my cock, which just causes us both to moan. I reach up and cup her face, kissing her hard on the lips. I move the blanket off of us and hover over her, and she wraps her legs around my waist. Our need to be closer is urgent. I roll my hips and hit her hidden spot several times, evident by the loud moan she lets out. I have to press my hand to her mouth to muffle it.
“You’re so deep,” she whispers, gripping my hair, “Fuck, you’re so deep right now. I feel you all the way up here.”
I smile when she gestures to her lower stomach. I lean down and kiss her deeply, thrusting my hips harder and filling the room with the sound of skin slapping skin and our bed softly creaking under us. I intertwine my fingers with hers and pin her hands above her head, and her eyes roll shut as she pants.
“Oh, John,” she moans, and fuck, I love the way it sounds. “I’m gonna come.”
I keep a tight grip on her left hand, but I let go of her other hand and cup her face as we kiss. I roll my hips at a steady pace and reach down to rub circles on her clit. She arches her back and wiggles her hand free from my grip just so she can grasp the back of my neck, holding my gaze as she begins to shake. Her eyes roll shut as she moans, and I lay down on her more to muffle the moans with my chest. I grunt and groan as I feel her walls tightening around my cock. I groan loudly into the crook of her neck before my body shudders and I release deep inside of her.
“Shit,” I pant loudly in between kissing her, “Fuck, you felt so good.”
Y/N smiles softly, “I’m glad you said that. I was starting to think I didn’t.”
“What?” I lean up and look at her as she looks at me, “Of course you do.”
“I don’t know,” she shrugs, tracing the scars on my chest, “You were so quiet.”
I cup her face, “Because it’s 3 in the morning. Our daughter is sleeping, and I have the balcony door open. You want the neighbors to hear?”
“Maybe,” she jokes, and I lean down to press a firm kiss to her lips.
I slide my tongue into her mouth and kiss her deeply, then I sit up to look at her, “You know how I feel about you, peach.”
“But sometimes I like to hear it.”
I know what she’s doing. I tell her all the time how much she means to me, how much I love her, how absolutely breathakingly beautiful she is, and I don’t mind telling her those things, in fact, I enjoy it! What she’s doing right now is trying to get me to say things so I get turned on again.
“You’re a menace,” I whisper against her lips, and she giggles quietly. I kiss her deeply as I grind against her, then I slip back between her legs for a moment before I pull out.
“No, you’re a menace. What the hell was that?” she asks, and I smile at her before kissing down her chest. I move lower to her stomach, then I settle between her legs. “Oh. Oh, yeah, this is really good too.”
I smile against her warm skin, then I bury my face and listen to her moan as I suck on her clit. I close my eyes and hum as I devour her, and she grips the sheets in one hand and my hair in the other. I lap up the sweet taste between her legs, and I lose any semblance of control when she spreads her legs further, inviting me in for more. I’m like a mad man right now.
I think about how she told me her ex never did this. He never went down on her, but expected her to go down on him. Obviously he’s fucking insane. She is amazing with her mouth, and I always appreciate when she offers, but I can’t imagine not tasting her sweetness. I can’t imagine not having my face tucked between her legs at least three times a week. I could live down here. Her taste, her smell, the way she moves in tandem with my tongue, fuck, it drives me crazy.
“You taste so good,” I whisper, and she lets out a small laugh, “Best pussy I’ve ever tasted.”
“Fuck,” she chokes out as she writhes on the bed, “Oh, fuck, John.”
I lick her like she’s my favorite treat, which she is, of course, then I slowly slide my finger in deep as she sits up on her elbows to watch me. She reaches down and uses two fingers to spread herself open further, her eyes rolling shut when I move my tongue over her clit. She tilts her head back and lets out a breathy moan before looking at me again. I hold her gaze as I fuck her with my mouth, and she bites her bottom lip and nods.
“Keep going. Right there, right there, right there!” she moans, gripping her pierced breast, “Oh, shit…”
I pull my mouth away, and her head shoots up to look at me. “What do you want?”
“Your mouth on me right now,” she demands, and I laugh softly against her thigh, “Please, John, please.”
I do love listening to her beg, but she looks so fucking beautiful right now, and I can never resist her, especially not when she’s this wrecked for me. I immediately give in, lapping between her legs again as she moans. I rotate my tongue lightly around her hardened clit, her hips rolling against my mouth for more.
“Say my name, baby.” I whisper as I sit up, still stroking her with my fingers, “Say my name.”
“Oh, John, what the fuck!” she says, laughing when I suck on her thigh, “Fuck, your mouth is insane. Keep going, please!”
I press feather-light kisses to her lower stomach and down further, “Tell me how you want it.”
Her breath hitches in her throat, then she swallows and lays back on the bed while I move down between her legs. I continue flicking my finger at a steady pace, then I cover her clit with my mouth, sucking and tonguing at it.
“Sl-slower,” she breathes, nodding her head as she sits up, “Harder. Faster. Your fingers, faster. Yeah, yeah, yeah! Right there! Just like that, John. Oh, shit! Please don’t stop! Don’t stop, Jonathan!”
I shake my head back and forth as I hum, and she immediately arches her back and curls her toes as she moans.
Y/N lays back on the bed and rolls her hips, barely able to get the words out, “I…I’m gonna scream. I can’t hold it any longer.”
“It’s okay,” I whisper as I move up to her mouth, “You can scream.”
I rub her clit faster as she breathes heavily, and I suck and kiss on her neck. She grips my arm tightly as she rolls her hips against my hand, and I lean up to look at her, smiling when she looks at me.
“Come on, baby.” I whisper, encouraging her, “Come for me.”
Y/N squeezes her eyes shut as her body tenses, then she opens her eyes and looks at me, moaning loudly, “John!”
I lean down and kiss her, trying to quiet her moans with my lips. She moans into my mouth as she continues rolling her hips and riding through her orgasm. She finally lets her body relax, and she lays back on the bed and looks at me with a huge smile on her face. I give her a smirk, and she rolls her eyes.
“Look at you, smug asshole.” she teases, shoving my shoulder.
I smile as I lean down to kiss her, “I love knowing how good I make you feel.”
A smile spreads on her face as she looks at me, “Your turn?”
“Nah,” I laugh, shaking my head, “I think I’m done for the night. You wore me out.”
“Oh, you don’t want me. Okay.” she jokes, and I start to laugh as she rolls over.
I pull her back over to me and smile at her, “I can’t…do another round as quickly as you. If I could, I don’t think we’d ever stop having sex.”
Y/N reaches up and cups my face, “You had a long day too.”
“I did,” I nod, watching my hand as I rub her side, “But just because I’m not up for some more love making doesn’t mean that I don’t want you. You know I do.”
“I know,” she nods, caressing my cheek, “We’ve had sex--”
I correct her, “Made love.”
Y/N scoffs before laughing, “We’ve made love every day this week, and you’ve initiated it every single time except for this time.”
“Because I want you so fucking bad,” I whisper against her lips, and she smiles, “My desire for you has only gotten stronger over the years.”
“We’re gonna be old as shit trying so hard to get you an erection.” she says, pouting, “But we’ll do it, baby. I promise!”
“Hey!” I frown as she laughs. “I’ll have you know, I have no problem getting one.”
Y/N smiles, “I’ll take that as a compliment.”
“You should! Just one look from you…” I say, and she smiles softly before leaning up to kiss me. I kiss her harder on the lips and rub my thumb against her cheek, “Let me get you cleaned up.”
She nods her head as I get off the bed and head into the bathroom. I get a washcloth from the linen closet and wet it with warm water, then I walk back out to her. I gently spread her legs open and clean her up, then I press a kiss to her stomach and toss the washcloth into the laundry basket.
“Fuck, I’m tired.” she whispers, and I nod. “I have no idea where my underwear went.”
“I’m too tired to look,” I say, plopping down next to her. I adjust the blankets and make sure she’s covered up, then I lay on my back and close my eyes, tapping my chest.
Y/N immediately crawls over and lies against my chest, tangling our legs together. I wrap my arm around her and hold her tight, then I kiss the top of her head.
“If I fell off a cliff, would you pull me back up?” Y/N asks, and I start to laugh, “This is a serious question, Wick! Would you try to save me? Would you be able to pull me back up?”
“Of course I would,” I say, and she tilts her head back to look at me. “I would use all of my strength to get you back up. I would save you.”
Y/N hums, “Yeah, I bet you would.”
Her brain is so fucking incredible.
“Reminds me of the time you asked me if I would still love you if you were a worm.”
Y/N starts to laugh, “Yeah, you passed that test too.”
“I love you so much, Y/N.”
“I love you so much too, John.” she replies, pressing a kiss to my chest.
The leaves outside rustle as we lie in bed, holding tight to one another, and our breathing slows as we both drift to sleep in record time.
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It’s a little after nine in the morning when Y/N strolls into the kitchen. Ronan and I are well into our morning routine, having already eaten, let Bleu out, and cleaned the dishes. I’ve already showered and gotten Ronan dressed for the day, and now I’m just sitting at the table reading the newspaper when Y/N walks in, rubbing her eyes.
“Bit tired?” I ask, and she narrows her eyes as she looks at me, “Didn’t get much sleep?”
She shakes her head as she reaches into the fridge for the orange juice. “Someone decided to wake me up in the middle of the night.”
“Oh, no.” I get up and grab a glass for her, “And what happened?”
“He woke me up, and now my legs are sore,” she says as she pours herself some juice, then she looks at me, “And he looks like he had a great night of sleep.”
I chuckle, “I did sleep pretty well after, and I know you did too, because you were snoring.”
“That’s why my throat hurts!” she says like it’s a revelation. “I thought I was getting sick.”
“And by the way, you initiated what happened last night. You even said that.”
Y/N just smirks and rolls her pretty eyes, “Yeah, okay.”
I walk around the counter and wrap my arms around her waist, “What’s on the agenda today?”
She immediately perks up and smiles, “You’re free?”
“I am,” I nod before kissing her neck, “No work is being done at the shop today. I closed it. Let everyone have a long weekend. They all deserve it. We’ll open back up on Tuesday.”
We’re currently having renovations done at the shop. A few months ago, I surprised Y/N with the plan of buying the shop next door and converting half of it into a coffee shop. The other half was purchased by the deli. I’ve been spending a lot of time down there, lending a helping hand to Jimmy and his crew. I trust that Jimmy knows what he’s doing, but I also just want to make sure it’s perfect for Y/N. The place is kind of a mess right now, and I’ve been trying to keep her away so I can surprise her when it’s done.
“Jimmy was saying how he wanted to spend some time with Tess and the boys, so…” I take a deep breath and look out the window as I hold my wife. “I figured he would like to spend the weekend at home instead of at the shop. Plus, I want to spend time with my wife and baby because I have missed them immensely.”
Y/N leans her head back against my shoulder, “We’ve missed our guy.”
“What should we do today?” I ask as she turns around in my arms, “I will do whatever you want to do.”
Y/N purses her lips as she thinks, then she smiles, “Could we take Ronan to the museum? They have two exhibits right now that I think she’d really enjoy. One is a pretend town with a cute little fire department, farmer’s market, and post office, and the other is a sunken ship with treasure and fish.”
“That sounds like fun,” I say, then I lean over and peek into the living room to see Ronan sitting on the couch with her thumb in her mouth as she watches Bluey. “Ronan, baby, come here.”
Ronan’s little feet thud against the hardwood floor as she runs into the kitchen. She smiles up at us, then immediately reaches for her mom. I let go of Y/N and smile as she leans down to pick her up, kissing her cheek.
“Good morning, baby.” she whispers, then she smooths Ronan’s hair back, “Do you want to go to the museum today with me and daddy?”
I laugh when Ronan nods her head and begins to babble, saying only a few words that I can make out: outside, fish, and Bleu.
“Yeah, we’ll take Bleu for a walk first,” Y/N says, then she grimaces when she looks at me, “I just assume that’s what she’s saying.”
Ronan kicks her legs and immediately runs off when Y/N puts her down. She comes back a few moments later with Bleu’s leash. Y/N hasn’t even had breakfast yet, so I gesture for her to sit down. I grab the milk and some cereal, then I take Ronan.
“I’ll take them if you want to get something to eat and shower.” I suggest, and she looks so grateful when our eyes meet. “Don’t.”
“What?”
I laugh, “You’re about to thank me.”
“Well, yeah!” she gestures to me, “Because you’re nice to me!”
I walk over to her and kiss her, “Because I love you. We’ll be back in a bit.”
“I love you,” she whispers, kissing me again.
I turn around and take the leash from Ronan, then I hook it to Bleu’s collar. Y/N is already pouring herself some cereal while she watches us. I grab Ronan’s shoes, then I help her put them on. She’s feeling very independent today and brushes my hand away so she can put them on herself. They’re on the wrong feet, but that’s okay. I hear Y/N snicker, so I glance up at her.
“Ah, there’s that Wick stubbornness.” she says, and I chuckle. “Or does she get it from me?”
“Honestly,” I stand up and look at her, “She gets it from us both.”
Y/N starts to laugh, “Yeah, we’re f-u-c-k-e-d when she’s a teenager.”
“Nah, she’s going to be an angel. Aren’t you, bug?” I look down at Ronan as she nods. I gesture in the direction of her mom, “Go give momma a kiss.”
Ronan walks over and stands on her tiptoes as Y/N leans down and kisses her, then she kisses her forehead and pinches her cheek.
“Have fun, baby. Stay by daddy and don’t run off.”
“We might stop at the park for a few minutes,” I say as I walk over to her. I give her a few sweet kisses, then I kiss her cheek, “Don’t rush getting ready. Take your time.”
Y/N smiles as she watches me, and I look back at her as she props her head up on her hand. I blow a kiss to her and wave, then I take Ronan’s hand and head to the front door.
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“Did the world end and we don’t know it?”
Y/N laughs as she watches Ronan, “Wouldn’t that be crazy?”
The museum is practically empty. We’ve only passed a few groups of people, but to be fair, it is a really nice day out. Ronan has been loving every minute of our visit though. She has the whole place to herself.
I look at Ronan as she plays in the pretend post office, and I smile when she babbles and talks to herself. She looks up at us and says something, then she moves around small packages and envelopes. I laugh as I look over at Y/N as she watches our daughter with a smile on her face. I am so obsessed with my wife! I’m obsessed with the way her eyes look in this light. I love that I can see a small splatter of freckles on her cheeks, and I love that damn dimple in her cheek. She is so beautiful. Her soul just shines through her, and it’s beautiful too. So, so beautiful, and I’m so fucking grateful that she’s mine.
“Your husband is so lucky,” I say, and she looks at me with her brows scrunched. “He’s a lucky guy.”
Y/N scoffs, “Sure.”
“He is!” I say, grabbing her by the waist and kissing her, “So fucking lucky.”
She reaches up and tucks my hair behind my ear, “What’s gotten into you?”
“I’m always like this,” I say, and she starts to laugh before nodding. “This isn’t new.”
“You’re right,” she smiles, wrapping her arms around my neck, “That’s very true. You are always like this. I like that. You’re pretty cute, Mr. Wick.”
Fuck, I love when she calls me that.
“Well, Mrs. Wick, you’re pretty cute too,” I say, and she smiles as we sway back and forth, “I’m just…fuck, I’m so in love with you.”
Y/N leans up to kiss me, “Fuck, I’m so in love with you too.”
I lean down and kiss her again, slipping my tongue into her mouth. We hold each other and make out for a few moments before we hear voices. I press a kiss to her forehead and look over my shoulder to see a group of kids coming in with their parents in tow. Ronan perks up when she sees there are some kids to play with, and one little boy rushes over and plays with her. She just stands there and watches him with curiosity, her arms down by her sides and her big brown eyes wide. He hands a package to her, and she smiles and takes it over to the other packages.
“God, she’s so cute. I love watching her little brain work.” Y/N says, smiling when I look at her, “She’s my favorite little human on this planet.”
“Mine too,” I say, reaching for my wife’s hand.
We watch Ronan for a few more minutes while she plays, but she eventually looks around, searching for us. I wave at her and smile when she runs to me with her arms up. I lift up and kiss her cheek, then we continue walking through the museum. We walk through some little science experiments, and Ronan stops to play with a few of them, but she’s not as interested right now. I assume she’s getting hungry. There’s a cafe here, so we head down to grab a table. I leave Y/N and Ronan there so I can go order our food, then walk back to the table.
“Hey, I’m gonna run to the restroom,” Y/N says, and I nod as I look up at her. “I’m going to take her too. She hasn’t had a diaper change in two hours.”
I smile as I nod, “Okay. I’ll just be here.”
I watch them closely as they walk off to the bathroom, then I look over when the waitress walks to the table with our food. Ronan has a high chair at the end of the table, so the waitress places Ronan’s food there, then she holds up the pasta. I tap the spot next to me, then I take the burger. She asks if I need anything, but I shake my head for the time being.
“Okay, go sit with daddy.” Y/N says, and I smile when Ronan rushes over. She sets the diaper bag down while I get Ronan in her high chair, “She didn’t want to wait for me to go to the bathroom. I’ll be back.”
Ronan immediately starts eating her chicken nuggets, and I smile as I watch her. Y/N is right; I like watching her little brain work. I love watching her decide what food she’s going to eat next. She stares at the mixed vegetables and picks all of the green beans out first, then she eats the corn, saving the peas for last. I can’t help but smile.
“Your momma is doing such a good job with you,” I say to Ronan as she eats her macaroni and cheese. “You’re such a sweet girl.”
Ronan nods her head, “Yeah.”
“Yeah, you are.” I laugh, reaching over to pinch her plump cheek. “So sweet and kind. So darn smart too.”
She’s currently in a ‘yeah’ phase. It doesn’t matter what we ask her; the answer is always "yeah.”
I feel Y/N’s hand on my shoulder as she gets to the table, sitting down next to me. She smiles sweetly when I look at her, and I furrow my brow a little in curiosity.
“You’re doing a good job with her too,” she says, but I just shake my head. “She’s around us all day long.”
“But you more so,” I reach for her hand and squeeze it, “and she’s just like you.”
Y/N props her head up on her fist, “You know, you can be around us more.”
“I know,” I nod, inhaling deeply. “But I just want to make sure everything is perfect at the shop. I want it to be perfect for you.”
“It will be. I trust Jimmy.” she says, but I shrug. “I know; you’re a perfectionist. I get it. But just so you know, we miss you and would love to be around you more during the week.”
I smile as I lean over to kiss her, “I don’t want you getting sick of me.”
Y/N scoffs, “No, I’ve been fully convinced that you’re sick of me, and that’s why you’ve been away so much.”
“What?” My eyebrows shoot up as I look at her. I’m literally at a loss for words. She hasn’t even hinted at this. I had no idea she felt this way. “Please tell me you’re joking.”
Y/N bites her lip as she shakes her head, “No, and we had gotten into that little spat the night before you started going to the shop a bunch and I just assumed that you were trying to spend less time around me because you were sick of me or something. I know I can be a little overbearing and annoying sometimes, and I know I’m clingy--”
I cut her off, “Don’t. Don’t talk about my wife like that.”
“John,” she laughs, and I shake my head.
“Don’t. I love you. Why would I want to spend less time around you? You’re my favorite person in this world.” I say, and she shrugs. “Wait, wait, wait. Last night when you and I were…”
I glance at Ronan, then back at Y/N. She lets out a small laugh and nods.
“You mentioned that we had…” I lean closer and whisper, “made love every day this week. Did you think I was just ignoring you all day and wanting to have…” I glance at Ronan again, “S-E-X with you, and that was it?”
Y/N jerks her head back a little, then she tilts it and looks around, “Uh, no, actually now that I think about it, no, I didn’t think that. I just thought we had missed each other.”
I hold her gaze as I raise my brows, and she stares at me until it clicks.
“Oh.”
“We did miss each other.” I say, and she smiles softly. “I miss you the moment you leave the room. Why wouldn’t I miss you after I’ve been away from you all day?”
Y/N leans over and cups my face, “You’re so fucking perfect.”
I let out a small laugh, then I lean over and kiss her, “I miss you.”
“I miss you too,” she whispers, holding my gaze, “Can I come see the shop tomorrow?”
“No,” I say, and she immediately pouts. “It’s not done yet. I want it to be perfect. It won’t be done for another few weeks.”
Y/N groans, “Ugh! I wanna see it.”
“Not yet, my love,” I whisper, and she smiles as she leans over to kiss me. “Tomorrow we’re gonna spend the entire day together, just like today. It’ll be perfect.”
Ronan calls out for her mom, and we look over at her signing for more food. I ask if she wants more, and she nods and signs ‘please’. She’s so smart. I give her a few of my french fries, then I finally take a bite of my burger. Y/N eats her pasta and smiles when Ronan babbles and holds up a french fry.
“What should we do tomorrow?” I ask, and Ronan purses her lips as she thinks--just like her mom. “Should we…go to the zoo?”
Ronan shakes her head, which is surprising to me. I ask her if she wants to go to the aquarium, expecting a yes since she loves to look at the fish. She says no to that as well.
“I thought she was on a ‘yes’ kick right now,” I say, looking at Y/N, “What’s going on?”
“Do you just want to spend time with daddy?” she asks, and Ronan nods her head. “Yeah, you’ve missed him, huh?”
I frown a little, “I’ve missed you too, bug. Hey, we could go to that place where you make your own teddy bear.”
“Baby,” Y/N reaches for my hand, “She just wants to be with you. She doesn’t need anything special. How about we have a nice day at home? Just the three of us.”
“I like that idea.” I say, nodding my head, “We can make a fort in the living room and have a big sleepover.”
Ronan hears the word “sleepover” and is beyond thrilled. She can barely contain herself, and she’s ready to go home at this point. She kicks her legs happily in her high chair, then goes back to eating.
“She just wants to hang out with her favorite person. She doesn’t need a fun visit to the aquarium or for you to buy her toys; she just needs her dad.” she says, and I nod before gesturing to her. “Me? Yeah, I need you too. I miss you. I want to just spend tomorrow wrapped up in a blanket with my two favorite people. Does that sound good to you?”
“That sounds absolutely perfect to me.”
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I know that Y/N said I don’t need to do anything special, but I can’t help it. I snuck out early this morning while the two of them were still fast asleep in the fort we set up in the living room. Y/N and I discovered this donut shop when she was pregnant with Ronan and now it’s become one of our favorite places. I decided to stop in and get some donuts for my girls. They were both still asleep when I got back, so I quickly crawled back into bed and wrapped my arm around my wife.
“Where did you sneak off to?”
I let out a small laugh, “Nothing gets past you.”
“I got cold.” she says, and I pull her closer to warm her back up. “You smell like sugar.”
“I got donuts.” I say as she rolls over to look at me, “I ate one in the car. It was still warm; that’s how fresh it was.”
Y/N groans quietly, “Those are the best.”
“I got a whole box for us.” I whisper, smiling when she nuzzles closer. I look at my watch to see it’s barely past six in the morning, “Go back to sleep, mouse.”
“Don’t sneak away again.”
I hold her tight. “I won’t.”
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Ronan is tucked into my side as we watch a movie. Y/N was lying with us too, but she got up and said she needed to use the bathroom. She’s been gone for a while now, and it’s a little worrisome.
I lift my arm and smile when Ronan snuggles into my pillow, “I’ll be right back, bug.”
Getting off the floor, I turn to check on Ronan and make sure she’s not following me, then I head upstairs to our bedroom. I poke my head in and see the bathroom door is shut, so I walk over and knock softly.
“Peach, you okay?”
“Y-yeah, I’m good.” Y/N says, but I can tell she’s not okay.
I don’t want to barge in if she’s using the bathroom, so I just wait. She knows me better than to think I’ve walked away, and she knows that I know something is wrong. The lock on the door clicks, and it slowly opens just enough to let me know I can come in. I walk in to find Y/N sitting on the floor in front of the bathtub with something in her hand.
“Hey, what do you have?”
Y/N looks at me and holds something up, “This.”
I sit down next to her, taking the pregnancy test she’s handing to me. “Negative.”
“I thought maybe,” she says, sniffling, “I started to cramp earlier, then I just went to the bathroom and saw blood. I took a test just to see, but…”
I set the test aside and reach over to hug her, “It’s okay.”
“I’m broken.”
“You’re not broken,” I lean back to look at her, “You’re not.”
Y/N hugs her knees as she looks at me with tears in her eyes, “This sucks.”
“I know,” I rub her back, “And I know you want to have another baby, but I need you to know that I want to have another baby too, but I don’t care when it happens. We don’t need to rush. We have plenty of time. I just want you to be happy and healthy. That’s what I care about more than anything.”
She sniffles as she wipes the tears from her face, “I know.”
“Are you?” I ask, and she looks at me, “Are you happy?”
“Of course I’m happy,” she says, smiling softly, “You know that. I just want to have another baby, and I’m getting sick of thinking I’m pregnant and getting a negative result. I just want to have another baby.”
I nod, “I know how tiring it is for you.”
“And you.”
I shake my head as I look at her, “I’m not tired. I’m sad when you’re sad. I’m upset that this is making you sad.”
“You’re not sad?”
“No,” I shake my head again, reaching for her hand, “Because I know we’ll have another baby when the time is right. I don’t think this is worth you getting so upset. You take a test and it’s negative, then you’re just sad the rest of the night. I hate that. I hate that this is affecting you so much.”
Y/N scoffs, “Why wouldn’t it, John?”
“I understand why it does. I do.” I exhale sharply since I don’t want this conversation to go this way. I turn to her, “I don’t like it when you’re upset. I hate that you think something is wrong with you. I think maybe you’re just jumping the gun sometimes.”
“Do you think this is because of the hemorrhage I had with Ronan?”
I shake my head because I really don’t think so. “No, I don’t. But if it would make you feel better, why don’t we go to the doctor? Would that make you feel better?”
Y/N holds my gaze as she tears up, then she shrugs, “I don’t know. What if there’s something wrong with me? What if we go there and find out that there is something wrong with me? I don’t think I’d be able to come back from that.”
“I don’t believe there is, but if there is, we’ll figure out what the next steps are. Doctor Mendez would help us.” I say, and she nods. “And I’ll be by your side through everything. No matter what.”
“Maybe,” she looks at me, “Maybe it’s you.”
I laugh, “Maybe it is me.”
“No, seriously, what if your sperm count is low?” she says, and I just laugh. “That’s a thing.”
“I’m aware.”
Y/N gets up from the floor and turns around to look at me as she gets her phone from the counter, “At home…sperm count kit.”
“What are you doing?” I ask, getting off the floor.
“Look,” she holds her phone up to show me an at-home sperm kit. “If I buy it in the next hour, it’ll be delivered overnight.”
I start to laugh, “$72, that’s crazy.”
“But it’ll tell us if it’s you.” she says, then she widens her eyes, “Not that I want it to be you.”
If this makes her feel better, then that’s all I care about.
“Yeah, order it.” I say, and she smiles as she looks down at her phone. I walk over and press a kiss to her head, “I’m going back down to Ronan.”
“Wait, are you mad at me?” she asks, and I turn around to look at her as she gestures to her phone. “Because of this.”
I look at her phone, then I shake my head, “No, baby, I’m not mad. I just want you to be happy, and if this will make you happy, then I want to do it.”
Y/N shuffles closer to me, looking up at me, “Are you sure?”
“I am not mad at you at all,” I whisper, leaning in to kiss her, “Ronan is just there unattended with a box of cookies.”
“Yeah,” she laughs, nodding her head, “We should head back down there.”
We walk back downstairs hand in hand, and I smile when Y/N crawls back into bed. She snuggles close to Ronan, then she looks at me and smiles.
“Did you order it?” I ask, and she shakes her head. “Order it, baby.”
She takes her phone out and looks down at it, then she adds it to her cart. She goes through the payment process and sighs as she looks at me. I reach over and kiss her cheek, then I look down at Ronan as she tries to sneak another cookie.
“Hey,” I call out, but she just giggles. “Fine. One more.”
Ronan steals a cookie and cuddles into her mom’s side, and I smile when Y/N looks at me.
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“It’s here!”
I start to laugh before Y/N even gets to the bottom of the steps. She holds up a box and smiles, and I put my utensils down to turn to her. She reaches for the scissors and cuts open the box, then she holds up the test kit and reads through it. I won’t lie, I am a little bit nervous about taking this test.
“Okay, so, you just go in this cup,” she says as she opens the box. She hands it to me and smiles. “Here.”
“You want me to do it now?” I ask, and she nods with a smile on her face. I take the cup and sigh, “Okay, I guess.”
Y/N stands back as I walk past her, then I turn to her and hold her gaze. A smile spreads on her face before she walks over and kisses me, pushing me back to the couch. I plop down and smile up at her as she kneels in front of me.
“You really think I wasn’t going to help?” she asks as she unzips my jeans.
“I don’t know, I was hoping you would.”
I pull myself free from my boxers and smile when she reaches down and strokes me as I grow hard. I tilt my head back and exhale, then I squeeze my eyes shut when she slides me into her mouth. I tip my head back up to watch her, and I hold her heated gaze as she deepthroats me a few times. She closes her eyes and sucks the tip of my cock, then she moves down my length until she reaches my balls. She licks and sucks on them while stroking me, then she slides me back into her mouth and hums. I run my fingers through her hair and push her down, creating the perfect rhythm.
She begins to stroke me faster, and I feel it coming. I begin to tense up, so I reach over for the cup and hold it in my hand. She strokes and sucks me off simultaneously, and I grip her arm before I groan loudly, pulling myself from her mouth. I quickly place the cup in front of me and fill it while Y/N watches.
“That was quick,” she says, and I let out a laugh. “I mean, I thought you’d last a little longer than that. God, sorry, there’s no way for me to say that and not have it sound offensive.”
I laugh as I touch her cheek, “I’m not offended. Your mouth felt good, and those eyes drive me fucking crazy.”
Y/N smiles as she looks at me, and I lean down to kiss her. I hold the cup up and look at her, and she just laughs. I stuff myself back into my pants while she takes out the kit and gets started. I lean forward and watch as she takes a syringe and uses the dropper. She looks over her shoulder at me and smiles, and I press a kiss to the top of her head.
“Results in minutes,” I say, and she nods. “I guess we’ll see. If you had told me four years ago that I would be…”
“Nutting in a cup,” she says, and I laugh loudly.
I nod, “Yeah, that. I would not believe you.”
Y/N gets up from the floor and sits next to me, “I love you, John. Thank you for putting up with me.”
“Stop,” I say, and she shakes her head, “I will do whatever I need to do to make you happy. If that means coming in a cup, then fine.”
She tries so hard not to laugh, but she eventually cracks. I end up laughing along with her. She leans over and kisses me softly, wrapping her arms around my neck. I lean my forehead against hers and close my eyes as she strokes my hair. After a few minutes, the timer she set on her phone goes off. She bites her lip nervously as she looks at me.
“Hey,” I stop her when she starts to get up, “No matter what the result is, we’ll figure this out. We can set up an appointment.”
Y/N smiles softly and nods. Holding my hand, she reaches forward for the test and inhales deeply. She grabs the instructions and looks at them, then she smiles at me.
“You have a very high sperm count.” she says, then she laughs, “For your age--”
“Hey!”
Y/N starts to laugh, “It’s a compliment! You have a high sperm count, which means it’s not you.”
“We will figure it out,” I say firmly before she grows too sad. “Hey, look at me. We will figure it out, baby. I promise.”
“I know,” she says, holding my gaze, “I know we will. And I know you’ll be right by my side.”
I nod, “Nowhere else I’d rather be.”
I lean over and kiss Y/N deeply, then I stand up from the couch. She stands up too, but I shake my head and gently push her to sit back down. She furrows her brow and looks up at me, giving me her ‘what the hell?’ look.
“Now,” I kneel down and spread her legs apart, “I think it’s time I repay you.”
A smile spreads across her face as she lifts up her dress, and I help her remove her underwear. I toss them aside and suck on her thigh as she looks down at me, and I close my eyes when she runs her fingers through my hair, pulling me closer. I bury my face between her legs and listen to the sound of her moans as they echo throughout the basement.