summary: your boyfriend wasn’t so pleased when you decided to throw a christmas party for work, including a surprise baby shower that he found stupid. but in that same night, he told you his own christmas wish.
warnings: hinting at SMUT!! ( nothing really :)) )
The holiday spirit was in full swing, with laughter echoing through the house as the precinct’s Christmas party carried on. You and Aaron had transformed your home into a festive haven, complete with twinkling lights, a towering tree, and the smell of freshly baked cookies wafting through the air. The kids were running around in a sugar-fueled frenzy, their excited shrieks filling the living room as they played with the "Dirty Santa" gifts you’d carefully gathered.
Aaron leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, his towering figure making him an unmissable presence even in a crowd. You, the ever-sunshine force of the duo, flitted around, making sure everyone had what they needed. The precinct loved you for your warmth and ability to bring people together, while Aaron, gruff and no-nonsense, tolerated such gatherings purely because they made you happy.
When the game started, you caught Aaron giving you a pointed look. He’d reluctantly agreed to the Dirty Santa idea, grumbling about how "a grown man shouldn't have to play gift games." Now, as the kids enthusiastically unwrapped their surprises, Aaron was on the periphery, looking half-amused and half-annoyed.
You turned to him, hands on your hips. “See? They’re having fun.”
He didn’t respond immediately, just shook his head with a faint smirk. When one of the kids let out an especially loud giggle, Aaron wandered over to the couch, his long legs sprawling out as he sat. Without hesitation, he spread his knees in that annoyingly casual, commanding way he always did and gave his thigh a gentle pat.
"Really?" you asked, raising an eyebrow as you caught the subtle but unmistakable invitation.
Aaron tilted his head at you, his eyes glinting with a mix of exasperation and mischief. "You made me do this stupid thing in our house," he said, his deep voice carrying just enough growl to make your cheeks heat. "Sit your pretty ass down."
Despite the low hum of chatter around you, it felt like the whole room disappeared for a second. Aaron’s grumpy exterior always hid how much he adored you, and moments like this—when his words, gruff as they were, revealed just how much he indulged you—never failed to make your heart skip.
"Fine," you muttered, trying to suppress your grin as you walked over. Sliding onto his lap, you felt his arm wrap around your waist, securing you in place like you belonged there. His other hand rested on his thigh, casual but protective, as if daring anyone to comment.
"Happy now?" you teased, leaning close enough to feel the rumble of his quiet laugh.
"Ecstatic," he deadpanned, but the soft press of his lips to your temple betrayed him.
Before you could reply, one of your coworkers, Sarah, sidled up to the two of you, her expression alight with mischief. “Hey, when are we doing the surprise baby shower for Ella?”
You straightened slightly, giving her a quick smile. “After this,” you said matter-of-factly, already ticking through the mental list of preparations you’d lined up.
Sarah nodded, satisfied, and walked off, leaving you and Aaron in a momentary bubble of silence.
The mood didn’t last long. You felt Aaron’s breath against your ear, the deep rumble of his voice sending a shiver down your spine.
“Excuse me?”
You turned slightly to meet his narrowed eyes, his eyebrows drawn together in suspicion. His grip around your waist tightened just a little, enough to signal he wasn’t letting this slide.
“What?” you said, feigning innocence as your lips twitched into a playful smile. “You knew what you were getting when you put the ring on my finger.”
Aaron’s jaw clenched, but his eyes softened, a flicker of begrudging admiration creeping through his irritation. “I married you. I didn’t marry the entire damn precinct and their social calendar.”
“Same thing,” you quipped, patting his broad chest lightly. “Besides, Ella deserves a celebration, and you know it.”
He let out a long-suffering sigh, leaning back into the couch with a slight shake of his head. “You’re lucky I love you,” he muttered, though his lips twitched like he was fighting a smile.
You grinned, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek. “Oh, I know.”
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The kitchen was quieter now, the sounds of laughter and chatter from the living room faint in the background as you wiped down the last of the dishes. The party had wound down, and you were contentedly tackling the cleanup while the house settled into its familiar peace. You hadn’t noticed Aaron slip away from the gathering, but you heard his familiar, heavy footsteps as he leaned against the doorframe.
“You beat yet?” His voice was low, teasing, a smile tugging at his lips as he watched you, arms folded over his chest.
You looked up from the sink, a playful glint in your eyes. “Not even close,” you shot back, swiping another plate clean with a little extra force, just to make him laugh.
He hummed, clearly entertained, then walked over, taking the dish towel from the counter and casually starting to dry the dishes you’d just washed. The rhythm of his movements was almost lazy, but he still did it with care, just like everything he did.
“You know what I want for Christmas?” he asked, his voice quieter now, like he was letting something out he’d been holding in.
You raised an eyebrow at him, a sarcastic smile playing on your lips as you leaned back against the counter. “The Aaron Judge wants something for Christmas? Yes, 100%.”
He chuckled, though there was a certain sincerity behind his words. “A kid.”
The dish you were drying slipped from your fingers, your hand freezing midair. You blinked, unsure if you’d heard him correctly. “A kid?” you repeated, tone caught between surprise and disbelief.
He nodded, his eyes still on the dishes, methodical in his movements. “Yeah. A little one running around here. You know… a family.”
You paused, your hands still wet as you dried them off on the towel, processing what he’d just said. You tried to ignore the sudden flutter in your chest. “I thought you said you didn’t want to be a dad.”
Aaron let out a long breath as he finished drying off the last dish and set it down, his hands still lingering on the plate. “Well, a certain someone changed my mind when she joined the police academy in 2017.”
The mention of that—of the fire in his eyes when you’d followed your dreams, how he had watched you grow stronger and more determined—warmed you. You couldn’t help but smile gently, your heart swelling with something you couldn’t quite explain.
“You really wanna be a dad?” you asked, your voice soft now.
He finally turned to face you, his hands sliding slowly to your hips, pulling you in closer. His gaze was intense but full of warmth. “I wanna be anything with you,” he said, his voice rough, but you could hear the raw honesty in it.
Before you could respond, his lips brushed against your forehead in a kiss so tender it made you close your eyes. His arms slid around you, and before you could even blink, you were suddenly airborne, tossed easily over his shoulder.
“What the hell are you doing, you beanstalk?” you protested, half-laughing, half-exasperated, as you dangled upside down, your head spinning a little from the sudden shift.
Aaron gave a playful grunt, shifting you so you were securely draped across his back. “Getting my Christmas gift early,” he said, his voice a mix of smug satisfaction and affectionate mischief.
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The quiet of the room wrapped around the two of you, the only sound being the soft rustling of the thin blankets covering your bodies. The warmth between you was comforting, the intimacy of the moment amplified by the way you both had tangled into each other, naked but unbothered by the chill of the night. His arm was a steady, muscular anchor beneath your head, and you lay there, the faint rhythm of his breath lulling you into a peaceful haze.
You couldn’t help but gaze up at him, his eyes half-closed, a small, content smile playing on his lips as he ran his fingers through your hair. The question you had lingering in your mind finally slipped out, breaking the silence.
"You really want a kid?" you asked, your voice soft, as you let the words hang in the air. The heat in your chest was undeniable, though you tried to remain casual.
Aaron’s gaze softened as he looked down at you, his fingers tracing gentle circles on your back. His voice was low and teasing when he responded. "I think I just made you have one."
You rolled your eyes, the sarcasm rising, but there was no denying the warmth that spread through you at his words. You nudged his chest playfully, but his hand kept you in place, and he kissed the top of your head tenderly, his lips lingering there for a moment.
His touch was like a promise, the weight of it settling deep inside you.
After a beat, you shifted slightly, still resting against him, and asked with a soft smile, "You want a boy or a girl?"
Aaron paused for a moment, the question hanging between you two, and then he shrugged with a contented sigh, his hand lightly brushing along your arm. "Doesn’t matter," he said quietly. "As long as it’s ours."
With a soft laugh, you shifted your position, rolling over onto your side and then slowly crawling on top of him. You could feel the heat between you both, the weight of the moment hanging in the air as you straddled him, your eyes locking with his. His expression was a mix of amusement and fondness, the playfulness of the situation not lost on him.
"Come on, Aaron," you said with a teasing smile, your voice light. "There's gotta be a favorite."
He raised an eyebrow, his lips curling into a smirk. "Fine, a girl," he answered quickly, giving in, but his tone was still filled with that effortless confidence of his.
You grinned, resting your hands on his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath your palms. "You want to be a girl dad?" you teased, leaning down just enough to hover near his face. "I thought you’d want a boy for baseball."
Aaron’s smile never faltered, his hand finding its way to your waist, pulling you in closer. "Softball exists too, baby girl," he said, his voice softer, the words warm with affection.
You paused for a moment, looking into his eyes, feeling the weight of what he had said. It was such a simple answer, yet so filled with meaning—his acceptance, his love, and the way he was already thinking of a future that felt so far away, but also so close.
Without saying anything more, you leaned down and kissed him gently, a soft, lingering kiss that spoke volumes—about trust, love, and the unspoken promises that seemed to fill the room. His hands gently cupped your face as the kiss deepened, and in that quiet moment, it felt like everything was exactly where it was meant to be.
Aaron pulled back just slightly, his hands gently guiding you to lay beside him. You felt the shift in his embrace as he tugged you closer, curling you against him with a protective warmth. His fingers gently brushed through your hair, and he kissed the top of your forehead, his lips lingering there as he let out a soft sigh.
"Merry Christmas, baby," he murmured, his voice low and full of tenderness.
You smiled softly, the words washing over you with a warmth that only he could give. There was a contentment in the way he held you, in the simple moments like this—no rush, no expectations, just the two of you sharing a quiet, intimate connection.
“Merry Christmas, Aaron,” you whispered back, resting your head against his chest as you settled into his arms. The world outside seemed distant, as if nothing else mattered but the present, wrapped up in the love and peace you shared.
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authors note: merry christmas everyone! i hope you have a wonderful day 🤍
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