jason and reader talk about having more kids! also your work brings me so much joy🩷 you’re so talented!!
Oh stop, thank you! You’re cute! 💗💗
Imagine having a baby with this man ughhhh I can’t
You’re chewing the side of your finger and pacing around the bathroom. This is the longest 3 minutes of your life. When your phone finally buzzes you allow yourself to look at the little white stick.
Oh thank god… you’re relieved. But if you’re relieved why are you almost crying? Why do you feel an empty pit in your stomach and an ache in your heart? No, this is good. Jason has two kids, he doesn’t want anymore. He’s never said as much but you’ve been together long enough now that if he wanted to approach the topic of conversation he would.
You lean your hands on the bathroom sink and take a deep breath, trying to pull yourself together. And, as if on queue, your phone lights up with Jason’s name on the screen.
“Hey.” You said through shaky breath.
“Hey, sweetheart.” He’s driving. “You ok?”
“Yeah, yeah.” You responded, giving yourself a shake. “What’s up?”
“I’m gonna be home a bit late tonight, I got some stuff to do at the studio. Are you sure you’re ok?”
“Yeah, I’m fine. That’s ok, I’ll just make something you can heat up.”
“Ok, I’ll see you later. Love you.”
You told him you loved him too before hanging up and going back to stare at the white plastic with one single line on it.
Not pregnant. Did your disappointment mean you wanted kids? You always saw yourself as a mum but you hadn’t really given it much thought recently and your relationship with your boyfriend was amazing, you’d both been lock in your little bubble for years now. Something has to pop it eventually.
You ponder on it all day and ultimately you feel like you’re left with two choices: stay and live your life as a step mum or leave the man you love more than anything so you can be with someone who wants kids. You have no idea what to do. You just lay on the sofa with a blanket on you overthinking.
You don’t even realise how much time has passed until you hear Jason come home. He called for you and you sat up, trying to make it look like you hadn’t been crying and you were actually just watching TV.
He greeted you and gave you a kiss. “Sorry I’m so late, we got a bit lost in writing.” He said as he plonked himself down beside you. “What did you end up making for dinner?”
“Oh… sorry, Jason, I completely forgot.” You admitted. “I can make you something now. What do you fancy?”
“You haven’t eaten?” He asked with frown and then when he took in your appearance, your red eyes and pale look. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” You lie but you never were a good liar so you knew Jason was seeing through that one. “I’ll make you some dinner.”
“Woah, park your butt.” He said, holding your wrist before you disappear once you’d stood. “Come on, park it. What’s going on?”
You sit back down beside him with a sigh and instead of keeping a hold of your wrist he slipped his fingers in to yours.
“Can we do this another time?”
“I mean… yes. If you really don’t want to talk about it but I’d like to be able to help in some sort of way.”
“I thought I was pregnant.” You admitted, looking down at your intertwined fingers and wondering if this the last time you’ll ever experience them.
“Woah. Ok… and you’re not?”
“No.” You said, meeting his wide eyes. “But I think I want kids.” You said, tears threatening to fall in your eyes and Jason was quick to cup your cheek to comfort you.
“What’s wrong, sweetheart? Why is that upsetting you?” His voice was so soft and sympathetic you almost didn’t say your next words.
“Because… you don’t want them. And I think that’s a deal breaker.”
“Well, yeah. Rightly so but what makes you think I don’t want more kids?”
“You’ve never mentioned it before.”
“No, I guess we haven’t had the chat but that doesn’t mean I don’t want them. Baby, have you been thinking we’re going to break up all day?”
You sniffed and nodded and he just pulled you in for a tight hug.
“Oh, sweetheart. You’re not going anywhere. I want to have kids with you. I mean, ideally I’d like to marry you first but I’ve never been one for tradition.”
Even hearing him say it didn’t still quite register but his tight hold on you made your tears slip out of your eyes and when he pulled back he wiped them away with his thumbs.
“Why are you so upset?” He asked delicately and you just shrugged, keeping your eyes down until he asked you to please look at him.
“I don’t know. I don’t want you to feel pressured.”
“I don’t feel pressured. Hell, I would have loved it if you were pregnant. I’m getting on you know.” He joked which coaxed a small laugh out of you.
“You can still do everything a young man can do and more.”
“True, young men could only dream of the positions I had you in last night.”
You smiled at him and he gave your arms a gentle squeeze.
“I want to have kids with you.” He said, loud and clear. “I’m a good dad, I know that, I miss my kids like mad when they’re not here so having more little ones running around sounds like an amazing idea. And having you as their mom, phew, chefs kiss.” He made the gesture and you let out another laugh as you scooted your way in to his lap.
He settled back on the sofa with you on top of him and he smiled up at you.
“I want to have babies with you too.” You said with a wide smile, your tears already forgotten.
“Maybe you should ditch the pill.” He said and your eyes widened at his suggestion, this is definitely not how you expected this conversation to go.
“Yeah. Fuck it, I love you, you love me, let’s make a baby.”
“I do love you.” You agreed, leaning down to kiss him.
“Well, how about you let me take care of you, hmm?” He whispered softly against your lips. “I’m going to make you some food and then we’re going to go upstairs to bed and practice making a baby, how does that sound?”
“Do you think we need practice?” You teased, grinding your hips down.
“Well, I am the expert here. I have made two, I think I need to show you how it’s done.” He flirted back, his hands on your hips helping you move on his crotch.
“Practice first, food after?” You suggested and he nodded frantically before capturing your lips in a hot, passionate kiss.
