summary: Jay ends up getting shot during a shootout with a murder suspect
warnings: whump, pregnancy, established relationship, marriage, gunshot, angst, crying, losing lots of blood, mention of bullets, mention of guns, mention of shootout, slight mention of abuse, slight mention of manipulation, mention of hospital, mention of surgery, mention of recovery from surgery, pet names. if i missed anything, please let me know!
word count: 2.2k+
a/n: this is my first time ever writing a whump fic, so please bare with me if this isn’t the greatest😅also thank you @auroralightsthesky for proof reading this for me!
Unfortunately, Jay got called into work for the night. Voight called, explaining to him that they caught a case. Jay didn’t want to go to work, but he had to. He knew that the case wasn’t going to solve itself. Jay also knew that Voight needed all the help he could get since Kim and Adam were on vacation, so all that was left were him, Hailey, Kevin, and Vanessa Rojas.
“Please be careful while you’re solving this case. Okay?” you said to Jay before he walked out of your shared room.
“I will,” Jay reassured you. He walked up to your side of the bed, planted a kiss on the top of your head, and placed a hand on your swollen belly. You were twenty-four and a half weeks pregnant with your first baby girl. You and Jay were originally planning to wait until the birth of your baby to find out the gender, but that changed. You and Jay couldn’t wait any longer, so when your doctor told you that you were having a girl. You two were beyond excited. You two can’t wait to meet your daughter.
“I guess it's just us now,” you said to your belly after Jay left your shared bedroom. You felt a light kick back. It felt like your baby girl heard what you said and was responding to you. The gesture made you smile.
———
“What’s the case?” Jay asked when he arrived at the location of the case. The case took place at a home. When he entered the living room of the home, he saw that Hailey and Vanessa were both examining the crime scene while Voight was walking around the house, most likely examining other areas of the house.
“Homicide,” Hailey answered. “Parents were the main targets. Their daughter, Lilah was left unharmed,” she stated. “By the looks of it, the intruder didn’t even go inside her room.”
“Where’s the girl?” Jay asked Hailey. Jay was already having certain feelings towards this case. Even though his baby girl hasn’t been born yet, he’s starting to think of her. He can’t imagine what emotions the little girl is feeling right now, or if she even knows what’s going on.
“She’s getting checked out at Chicago Med,” Rojas spoke up. “Kevin is with her,” she added.
“Okay,” Jay nodded his head. “Where exactly was the girl hiding?” He then asked them.
“She was found in the closet,” Voight answered this time. He walked up to where Jay, Hailey, and Vanessa were standing in the living room.
Jay just nodded his head at what Voight said. He didn’t have much to say due to his feelings at the moment. No one blamed him though. He had every right to feel a certain way, but he also had to keep his emotions under control. His emotions couldn't get in the way of his job.
———
Everyone was finally back at the station trying to figure out the case. So far, they don’t have any leads. They weren’t sure who could be behind this brutal murder. They were hoping that sooner or later, they could get a lead on the case.
“What’s the update on the case?” Voight asked when he came up the stairs after talking to Trudy.
“We still don’t have any leads or suspects,” Hailey answered. “The only information we have is about the family, and who they are.”
“Yeah, the mom, Grace, age thirty-three, worked at a local bridal shop. While the dad, Jacob, age thirty four was a history professor at Chicago State University,” Jay said as he placed the pictures of the couple on the whiteboard.
“There has to be something,” Voight said as he looked around to everyone who was in the bullpen. “Look deep into their life. Maybe one of them had something against them, and wanted to get revenge on them. Or maybe start bringing in family members of the couple, and talk to them. Maybe one of them can give us something useful to help us solve this case,” he explained to all of them.
“Got it, boss,” Kevin was the one to answer for the group.
———
After two and a half hours of searching for any hard evidence that could point the team in the right direction of who was behind the murder. They finally found something. They ended up finding that the wife, Grace, had an ex-boyfriend who ended up abusive and manipulative towards her. Grace had him arrested and sent to prison for a while, but he got released a few months ago and ended up moving to Chicago. It took the team so long to find this information since it happened in a whole different state, so it was a completely different jurisdiction.
———
When the team arrived at Grace’s ex-boyfriend's house. Right off the bat, it went downhill. The ex-boyfriend, Michael started having a shootout with all of them. They all quickly headed back to their unmarked cars to shield themselves. While the bullets were going off though, eventually the team stood up to try to get a shot at the ex-boyfriend. When Jay decided to do that, things got even worse. Jay ended up getting hit by one of the many bullets that the ex-boyfriend was shooting off. The bullet ended up hitting him on the left side of his waist right where his bulletproof vest ends.
“Oh my goodness, Jay,” Hailey shouted as she looked down next to her and saw that Jay had fallen to the ground. Hailey could feel her heart drop into her stomach. She can’t believe that she just saw her work partner get shot. Hailey quickly put her gun back into her holster and crouched down next to Jay. Hailey threw off the flannel she was wearing and started to apply pressure to the wound, “Jay. It’s gonna be okay. You’re gonna be okay. You have to fight through this. You have a daughter to meet in three months. Stay with me,” she said. Hailey had panic running through her body. Hailey grabbed her radio from her waistband. “50-21 Henry. Send me an ambulance to my location. I have an officer down. I repeat, officer down,” she spoke into her radio.
“Ambulance 61 is on the way to your location,” Hailey heard dispatch say back to her through the radio.
“The ambulance is on their way,” Hailey said to Jay. Hailey had to keep talking to Jay, so that he would focus on her voice and not end up falling asleep. That’s the last thing she wanted him to do.
While Hailey was waiting for the ambulance to arrive, Vanessa and Kevin went after the ex-boyfriend. It seemed like the moment Jay got shot, that's when Michael stopped shooting at the team and took off through his backyard and through the alley that was behind his house. Hailey was hoping that the two of them would end up getting the ex-boyfriend. He deserves to go back to prison after what he just did.
———
It didn’t take long for Gabby and Leslie to show up at the scene. Hailey was glad about that. She wasn't sure how much longer she could have applied pressure to Jay’s gunshot wound since he lost so much blood because of it.
“We can take it from here,” Gabby said when her and Leslie approached where Hailey was. Hailey stood back up and let them do what they had to do to save Jay’s life.
———
You were in bed rewatching Star Wars: Return of the Jedi. You weren’t quite tired, so you thought that maybe watching one of your favorite movies would help you fall asleep. While you were rewatching the movie, your phone started to ring. You quickly grabbed the remote and paused the TV. When you looked at the caller ID, you noticed that it was Chicago Med calling you. You felt panic run through your body. You didn’t want to answer the phone, but you had to. You know that the only reason they could be calling is because of Jay.
“Hello?” you answered the call.
“Y/N, It’s Will,” he said from the other side of the phone. You immediately knew that something was off by the way Will sounded. You could feel your heart rate start to increase. “It’s Jay,” he sighed.
“What happened? Is he okay?” you asked him.
“He’s been shot, Y/N.”
You felt your heart drop into your stomach. You couldn’t believe what Will just told you. You started to feel so many emotions at the same time.
“Will. Please tell me that he’s going to make it,” you pleaded. “I can’t lose him. He needs to make it. He has a daughter that he needs to meet in about three months.” You could feel tears start rolling down your cheeks. You can’t imagine losing Jay. He was your everything.
“We don’t know yet,” Will sighed on the other side of the phone. “He’s still in surgery.”
“I’m coming down there.”
You didn't give Will a chance to say anything back. You hung up on him and ended up calling your closest friend, Mary, to give you a ride to Chicago Med. Without thinking twice, she was fine with taking you to Med, so that you can be there when you get any new updates about Jay.
———
When you entered the waiting room of Chicago Med, you saw Kevin, Vanessa, Trudy, and Hailey all sitting down. Voight was nowhere in sight. You weren't sure if he was back at the station telling the Chief what happened, or giving the person who shot your husband a hard time right now. Hailey was the one who met eyes with you though when you walked in.
“Y/N,” she said when she got up from her seat.
“Is he still in surgery?” your voice cracked.
“Yes,” Hailey nodded her head. “Why don't you come and take a seat with us until we get some news on Jay?” Hailey suggested as she grabbed your hand and led you a few feet to where she and the others were sitting. You ended up taking a seat between her and Trudy. The moment you sat down, you felt Trudy grab your hand and give your hand a light squeeze. You knew she was doing it in a comforting manner, and basically letting you know that she’s there for you.
———
About an hour passed when suddenly Doctor Rhodes came into the waiting room, that’s when you sat more straight up in your chair while everyone else stood up from their seats.
“What’s the news, Rhodas?” Hailey was the one to ask him the question that they had been dying to ask ever since Jay went into surgery.
Connor sighed, “It was touch and go. He did end up losing lots of blood, but thankfully, we got the bullet out,” he explained.
Everyone, including yourself, let out a sigh of relief. Granted, it was touch-and-go, and Jay lost lots of blood due to the gunshot. You were glad that he fought through it, and came out alive
“Can I go see him then?” you asked Connor.
“Yes, you can,” he nodded his head.
Hailey helped you stand up from your chair. “Do you want me to walk with you to Jay’s room?” she offered.
“Yes, please.”
———
When you walked into the room that Jay was in, he was awake and he was sitting up in his hospital bed. He noticed you walk in with Hailey.
“Baby,” he whispered loud enough for you to hear him.
The moment Jay said that pet name to you. That’s when you started crying again. For a split second when Jay was in surgery, you thought you would never hear him call you that name again. You were glad that Jay was right in front of you. You were glad that he gets to go home with you whenever the doctor signs off on it.
You waddled over to Jay’s hospital bed and stood next to the railing.
“I’ll leave you two alone,” Hailey gave you both a light smile and walked out of Jay’s hospital room.
“Thank you,” you mouthed to her before she was out of your sight.
You turned your attention back to Jay. “I was so worried that you weren’t going to make it,” you sniffled. “I don’t know what I would have done if the surgery didn’t go well,” you shook your head.
“Hey, but it did,” Jay said as he reached to hold your hand. “I’m fine,” he reassured you. “The doctor said I can go home tomorrow morning, and I get the next two weeks off from work now, so I’m not leaving your side anytime soon,” he gave you a comforting smile to help you ease your emotions.
“Good,” you laughed lightly.
“Come here,” Jay said as he motioned with his head, inviting you to sit in his hospital bed with him. You went ahead and sat. You instantly place your head on Jay’s shoulder. You and Jay just sat in silence. You were glad that he’s going home tomorrow morning. You know that it’s going to be rough for Jay since recovery is going to take time, but eventually he’ll be back at work. For now, you get to have him all to yourself.
summary: Not the Mrs. is a bit sad from a very final diagnosis and Sam’s gonna do his best to remedy that.
warnings: infertility
notes: I’ve known these two weren’t having kids since I started writing them, now you do too. Feel free to let me know if there are any mistakes!
Whiskey's stretched across the dining room rug with the dishwasher humming in the background. You're standing at the sink, drying the same plate again and again as you listen to the wind chimes clink faintly through the open window in front of you.
Sam notices because you haven't said a word in five minutes. He's at the table with his laptop open in front of him. "You planning on polishing that into a mirror?" He asks, leaning his head on his hand, elbow on the table.
You glance down at the plate in your hands, sighing as you place it in the cabinet. "Shut up."
He watches you quietly before turning to his laptop again, looking at the screen. You've been like this all week. He closes the laptop without another comment and then stretches out his legs slightly. "You wanna talk about it? Or you wanna keep standing there staring out the window like you’re haunting the kitchen?"
You glance over at him, raising your brows so high it’s comical. "I am not haunting the kitchen."
"Yeah, you are." He chuckles. "All you need is a white dress and a little tuberculosis and I think you'd have it handled."
“Fuck off.” You almost smile. You turn your head back down towards the sink full of dishes. "I was just thinking."
"Uh oh." He teases softly.
You roll your eyes and sigh, not one for it tonight. "Sam."
He pushes back from the table and stands, moving closer to you. He leans his hip against the counter and crosses his arms across his chest as he looks at you. "About what?" He asks softly.
You hesitate, but he knows. You know he knows. "I don't know." You sigh again, shrugging. "I just thought things would look different by now."
He nods, inhaling slowly himself as he tries to find a response. All he comes up with is, "different how?"
You shrug again, not looking at him. "I don't know… Like the house should be messier. We should be tripping over toys in the hallway or something."
He lets out that breath even slower now, "Whiskey leaves her toys in the hallway all the time." He offers gently. "I've almost eaten shit twice this week."
"That's not the same. You know it's not." You say sadly.
"I know." He agrees and shrugs. Silence embracing you both again as the dishwasher clicks off.
You tap your fingers against a glass sitting on the dish mat. "I just keep thinking that you— we— deserved that. And I can't really give it to you." Your voice catches in your throat, annoyingly.
He frowns, straightening his back as he looks at you. "Hey… No. Don’t do that."
You shake your head almost immediately, "it's not self-pity, I just—"
"It is though." He cuts you off. "And I don't like it."
You raise your head to meet his eyes. Dark brown and pooling with worry. He lets them scour your face, looking for any sign that you're even more upset at his words. When he doesn't find that, he continues.
"I don’t stay with you for your uterus." He says it flatly.
"Wow. How romantic." You huff.
"You know what I mean." He rolls his eyes, shifting his weight slightly. He uncrosses his arms, running a hand up over his head. "Ive pictured it too. I've pictured you yelling at me about car seats. I’ve pictured stepping on toys at 2am because our hellspawn couldn’t be bothered to put things away. I’ve pictured diapers and onesies and talking to your belly. All of it. I’ve pictured it, babe." He sighs, "I've also pictured losing everything else once too." He adds, a bit quieter. Then he shrugs. "And that one felt a hell of a lot more real. So if I have to pick which fantasy I'm giving up on? Easy."
You stare at him sadly.
He just shrugs. Like all of that is nothing. "I want you. I've already got the best thing. I don't need kids."
Your eyes start to well up before you can stop them. He can't just say shit like that.
He sees it and groans softly, head tipping back as his eyes close. "Ah shit, don't cry. I'm bad at crying. I start saying stupid shit."
"You're already saying pretty stupid shit." You whisper, wiping a tear from your eyes but a smile is tugging at your lips.
He smiles a bit as he steps closer to you, guiding you around until you're facing him. Then his hands slide around your waist and slip into the back pockets of your jeans. "You think I'm sitting around here disappointed?" He asks softly. "You think I look at you and go, damn, shame about the statistical probability of that one?"
You snort, though it sounds more like a cough. "You are such an asshole."
"Yeah, maybe." He shrugs. "But you've yet to kick me to the curb, so I guess I'm doing something right here." You press your face against his chest as he holds you, breathing in deeply. He lets you, running his hand up and down your back. After another minute or two, he exhales a breath against your hair and smiles a bit. "You know," he starts. "I used to think there was this checklist to living a happy life. My parents had one and they were the happiest people I knew."
You pull back slightly to look at his face, confused. "A checklist?"
"Yeah. A checklist." He nods, adjusting his arms so they're tucked up closer against you. "Figured we’d graduate. I’d enlist. We get married and buy a house. Have some kids a few years after. Get a dog. That was our key to happiness."
You almost smile at him again.
"I kept thinking if we didn't follow it exactly, it meant we screwed something up. And I know, I know, i fucked the marriage thing up all to hell and then everything just started happening, the dog, the house, the cars… and they just kept happening until I shipped out." He says softly. Then his mouth twitches up into a smile. “But if this is what we get? I'm okay with that. Our life is perfect just how it is."
Your throat tightens, and the inside of your cheek feels raw from biting at it. "I just don't want you to resent me."
"For what?!" He scoffs, "Not producing progeny that would inherit my temper and your stubbornness? Think you saved us all. That kid would've been a menace to society."
"Sam." You repeat.
"I'm serious." He moves one hand and tips your chin up. "I don't resent you. I look at you and I see my girlfriend. The woman who wrote me letters every week when I needed them the most. The woman who dragged me home and refused to let me rot in bed." His thumb brushes the wetness under your eye away. "That's not lacking, okay? And yeah, I'll probably always wonder what a kid of ours would've looked like or acted like. You will too. But wondering isn't the same as resenting. And besides, we've got Whiskey and she's like 2 toddlers combined."
Whiskey suddenly jolts awake at the sound of her name. She looks around the room, spots you and Sam. She stretches when she stands, grabs her tennis ball, and trots over with her tail wagging hard enough it thumps against the cabinets with a thwack.
Sam looks down at where she's sat at your feet and chuckles. "Speak of the idiot."
You let out a laugh at that, bending down to pick up the tennis ball before she shoves it into his leg. "She thinks we're being too serious."
"She's right. Can we stop it?" He chuckles softly. You toss the ball down the hallway. Whiskey tears after it, skidding across the hardwood as she does. Sam leans back against the counter, watching you play with Whiskey. "We're allowed to be sad about it.” He says softly. "I'm not pretending it's nothing, babe. I promise."
"I know you're not."
"And if that means we get to sleep in on Saturdays," He shrugs, "and take spontaneous road trips, and maybe— I don't know— adopt another eighty-pound creature at some point…"
You raise your eyebrows as you look at him, "Another one?"
He nods, "go big or go home, baby. Two of those dumbasses. Double the fur. Double the expenses. We'll complain about vet bills but secretly love every bit of it."
"You'd lose your mind." You laugh softly, tucking back tear-stained hair behind your ear.
"I've already lost my mind, I live with you." Whiskey comes barrelling back down the hall then, nearly wiping out as she turns the corner. You lean into him again and he kisses the top of your head. "You're it for me." He says softly, his hand settling on your lower back as Whiskey stops in front of you.
Only now, you don't feel the burden you've been carrying around for weeks. All you feel is the love he has to share.
i hate my mood so much, because tell me why i’m feeling so motivated to write something even though a few nights ago, my writing motivation was in the fucking dumpster😭
request: Hi, I was the Anon with the Kayce ask! My request for kayce is reader being a wrangler for years and had a secret relationship w/ him then left suddenly. Years later she comes back w/ a baby on her hip. Would u be willing to do that? If not I totally understand and respect ur decision!
summary: basically what the request says :)
warnings: cuss words, angst, fluff, and pregnancy (if i missed anything, please let me know!)
word count: 2.6k+
a/n: THERE ISN’T ANY SPOILERS OF THE FIRST TWO S5 EPISODES IN THIS. also should i make this a series?? or make more fics with this dynamic couple. please let me know! also this is my first kayce request! so please, be nice to me. my yellowstone are open too! and this wasn’t proofread, so i’m sorry for any grammar mistakes
You couldn’t believe it. You were about to enter the place where you used to work for five years. You used to work at the Yellowstone Dutton Ranch. You worked as one of the wranglers, but that all ended. It all ended because you got pregnant. And the one that got you pregnant was Kayce, your boss's son. You two had a secret relationship while you were working on the ranch. The moment that you found out that you were pregnant. You immediately packed up your bags and left the ranch without telling anyone. You didn’t want the others to find out that you were pregnant, and most definitely. Who got you pregnant, because if they did. You could be in deep trouble. So that’s why you left, but little did you know. When Kayce found out the next day. He was upset. He didn’t know what to do without you. He hoped you would come back again someday and explain why you left without telling anyone. And that someday is today.
“Here goes nothin’, you sighed to yourself. You took your car out of park and drove through the entrance of the ranch. The moment you started driving through the entrance of the ranch. You felt your heart start to beat very fast, and you even felt your palms start becoming sweaty against the steering wheel. You had so many things running through your head right now. You weren’t sure how Kayce and even John were going to react to you being back at the ranch and even having a baby on your hip.
When you finally reached the house. You parked your car and got out. You grabbed your daughter from the backseat and took her out of her car seat, and placed her on your hip. While you were walking up to the house. You noticed Kayce's truck and even John’s truck were parked outside. You were now even more nervous than you were when you first arrived because you know that the moment you knock on the front door. You’re going to face Kayce or either John, or either of the both of them.
You walked up the steps and to the front door of the house. You raised your free hand to knock on the door. You were waiting there anxiously for the door to be opened. The moment the door opened. You were face to face with Kayce.
“Oh my goodness,” Kayce said. He was surprised that he could barely get any words out of his mouth. He couldn’t even gather the fact that you were standing right in front of him. For the majority of the past year and a half. He thought that you left Montana and never looked back, but here you are. Back at the ranch where you used to work, and the same place that you called home. Another thing he couldn’t even gather was the fact that you had a baby on your hip.
“Uh- can we talk? please,” you asked him nervously.
“Yeah,” Kayce nodded. He moved out of the way, so then you could enter the house. Once you entered the house, he closed the door behind you. Then he walked towards the living room and you followed right behind him.
“Please sit,” He motioned towards one of the couches when you walked into the living room. You took a seat on the couch, and you set your daughter down on the ground right in front of your feet. Kayce sat down on the opposite side of the couch that you were sitting on.
“Uh- I don’t even know how to explain everything,” you said, as you started to play with the promise ring that was on your finger. The promise ring was a gift from Kayce. You received the ring as a fourth-anniversary present. You still can’t believe that you still wear the ring on your finger. After everything that happened, you should have taken it off, but you just couldn’t.
“Well, you could explain why you decided to pack up your things and left without telling anyone. Or you could explain why you’re back here with a baby,” Kayce stated. His voice sounded cold and angry.
“Well, the whole reason why I left was because I got pregnant…a-and I-I’m back here with a baby because I thought it was a good idea to finally come back, so then you could finally meet our daughter,” you said, as you turned your head towards Kayce’s direction. All of a sudden you noticed that he had a soft look in his eyes. You were now hoping his voice wasn’t cold and angry anymore after what you just said to him.
“Wait. Our daughter?”
“Yeah,” you nodded. You had tears starting to form in your eyes. After you said that, you were regretting leaving in the first place. Kayce shouldn't be meeting his daughter in this type of way. He should have met her the moment she was born. The moment when she was placed on your chest.
“I’m gonna need a minute,” Kayce said, as he got up from the couch and walked away toward the kitchen.
“Okay,” you nodded. “I’ll be here when you get back.” You picked up your daughter from the floor and placed her back on your hip.
When Kayce walked into the kitchen. He walked in and immediately made eye contact with his father since he was in there. He was pouring coffee into his coffee cup. Kayce was now wondering if his father heard the whole conversation that went down in the living room not too long ago.
“Son, do you want to explain to me who you were just talking to, in the living room?” Also explain to me while you were talking to that someone, I heard them say, ‘our daughter?’
“Fuck,” Kayce whispered under his breath. He was mad that his father heard the whole conversation that he had with you. He was now going to have to explain to his father the truth and how he technically just found out today that he has been a father for at least a year now. “Uh- I was talking to Y/N.”
“Y/N? As in, Y/N Y/L/N? The one that used to work on the ranch?” John questioned his son.
“Yes,” Kayce nodded. “And the whole reason why you heard her say to me, ‘our daughter’ is because of the looks of it. I got her pregnant.”
When those words came out of Kayce’s mouth. John didn’t even know what to say, or how to react. The only thing he knew was that he was technically a grandfather now, and his son was a father. There was just quietness in the air. Kayce didn’t like that. He wanted his father to say something to him about what he just said.
“Dad? Aren’t you going to say anything about what I just told you?” Kayce asked him.
John put his coffee cup on the kitchen counter and faced toward where Kayce was standing. “Son, what do you want me to say?”
“Uh- I don’t know. Anything, to be honest,” He shrugged his shoulders.
“Well, I guess I could say that I’m pretty okay with the situation. But…it just upsets me that you were going behind my back and started to date her, and even gotten her pregnant. And you know how I feel when you or either your siblings go behind my back and do something,” John explained.
“How do you think I feel?” Kayce said. “I’m upset because obviously when she found out she was pregnant she just decided to leave and not say anything to anyone or anything, or even explain how she and I were about to become parents for the first time.”
All John could do was put his head down, and look down at his feet. He couldn’t bear the fact that his son was angry and even upset with the whole situation.
“What should I do, dad? Should I tell her to leave and never look back? Or should I start over with her?”
John looked up from the ground and looked at Kayce. “What you should do is start over with her. Get to know the whole story about why she left without an explanation, and get to know your daughter. Especially find out what her name is, and exactly how old she is at the moment.”
“Okay,” Kayce nodded. He walked out of the kitchen and back to the living room where you were at. When he walked in, he saw you were still sitting in the same spot as you were when he first left to go to the kitchen, and he even saw that you had your daughter on your hip again.
“So? Is everything okay?”
“Yeah. Everything is okay. My dad was in the kitchen when I walked in, so I explained to him about who I was talking to, and how by the looks of it. I got you pregnant,” Kayce explained.
“Omg. What did he say? Is he mad about this? Because if he is, I can leave and never come back, and we can all forget that this ever happened,” you said, as you stood up and were about to walk to the front door and head out with your daughter.
“No he isn’t mad about this,” Kayce reassured you.
“Oh,” you said as you sat back down on the couch. You put your daughter on the floor right in front of you, just like you did earlier when you arrived at the house. “Well, what did he say about this then?”
“Well, he told me that he’s okay with this situation. But on the other hand, he’s upset that I was going behind his back, and started to date you, and then, of course, ended up getting you pregnant,” Kayce explained. “Also speaking of me getting you pregnant, why did you leave after you found out?
You couldn’t even look Kayce in the eyes. You could tell by the tone of Kayce’s voice. He wasn’t happy at all. You took a deep breath and said, “I left after I found out because I didn't want anyone to find out about it, because if anyone did. Then I would start getting questions about who got me pregnant. Plus, I didn’t want anyone to find out the truth about you and me.”
“Why didn’t you tell me? We could have figured something out.”
“I don’t know,” you shook your head. “I panicked and I thought the right option was to leave and not say anything. But now, I regret doing that. I regret not telling you about how we were going to become parents for the first time, and I regret not having your dad know the truth about us. I’m sorry. I’m sorry for not telling you. I messed up badly.”
Kayce scooted closer to where you were sitting on the couch, and put his two hands on your cheeks to stop you from rambling. “Hey. Look at me.” You looked at him, and when you did. Kayce noticed that you started to form tears in your eyes. It broke his heart. He always hated seeing you upset in any type of way. “It’s okay. I promise.”
“So, you’re not mad or anything like that?” you asked.
“No,” He shook his head. He took his hands off your cheeks. “Just a little upset, but I’ll get over it real soon. I promise. Also, I have two questions to ask you.”
“Okay,” you nodded. “What are the two questions?”
“The first question is can we start over? And Is it possible that I can get to know who my daughter is?” Kayce asked.
“Of course,” you smiled. You picked up your daughter from the floor. She was just chewing on her fingers when you picked her up. “Kayce, this is our daughter Sarah Elizabeth Dutton.”
“She’s so cute,” Kayce said.
“She is, she isn’t,” you smiled down at her.
“Also how old is she?”
You looked up and looked at Kayce, “She’s one year old.”
“Wow,” Kayce said. “Next thing you know she’ll be two years old.”
“Yeah,” you nodded. “That just shows that time flies.”
“Yes. It does,” Kayce agreed.
“I have a question for you now,” you said.
“What is it?”
“Do you want to hold our daughter?” you asked him.
“Yes,” Kayce nodded.
You handed Sarah to Kayce. Kayce took her from your arms, and set her on his lap. Sarah didn’t get fussy about how she wasn’t sitting in her mom’s lap anymore. But of course, that was a good thing though. While he was holding her, Sarah kept on babbling. You and Kayce didn’t even know what she was babbling about, but you two thought it was the cutest thing ever. Since she was babbling, and talking. You had the perfect question to ask her. “Sarah. Can you say ‘Dada’?”
Surprisingly not too long after you asked her that question. You and Kayce both heard her say, ‘Dada.’ The moment Kayce heard that word. He started crying. He wasn’t crying because he was upset or anything like that. He was crying because he was happy. He was happy that his daughter said the word ‘Dada.’
“Omg! She actually said it, Kayce. She said ‘Dada’, you said happily.
“Yes. She did.”
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It’s been about two hours since you came over to the Dutton Ranch and explained everything to Kayce. After you were able to get Sarah to say ‘Dada.’ You and Kayce were able to catch up on everything, Plus, on top of that, John was able to get to meet his granddaughter. He was happy about that.
“One last question. I promise,” Kayce said to you. He was pretty nervous to ask you the question that he's about to ask you, but since you and he have both officially agreed to get back together and raise Sarah with each other and be a family. In the end, the question is going to make perfect sense.
“What is it?”
“Well, I know that we technically haven’t been back together for not even an hour yet, but I was wondering, do you move in and live with me?” Kayce asked you.
“Yes. Of course,” you nodded. “But what about all of my stuff? Everything I have is back at my apartment.”
“Let’s worry about that later. Okay?”
“Okay,” you nodded.
“For now, let’s just focus on us, and on our daughter who is sleeping peacefully in my arms right now,” Kayce leaned down and kissed the top of Sarah’s forehead. Kayce couldn’t get over how adorable Sarah was. He loved how much she looks like him. He was hoping that his mom was smiling down at him and being proud that he’s a father.
“I think she’s going to become your little sidekick when she gets older,” you commented.
“I think so,” Kayce agreed.
The sight in front of you was making your heart melt. You couldn’t get over how happy Kayce looked holding Sarah. The look in his eyes was just filled with happiness and love. You were glad that you decided to come back to the ranch. You still weren’t happy with yourself about the decision you made when you did find out you were pregnant with Sarah, but that’s all in the past now. The only thing that matters now, was that you and Kayce were back together and that you and he were going to be able to raise your daughter as a couple.
i have officially decided to close my request. i don’t know how long they will be closed. it just depends since i haven’t been doing well mentally. plus, i just have too much going on at the moment. and also my writing just has been down in the dumps lately. but my ask box is still open for anything else!✨🩵
Summary - After bringing their newborn daughter home, Bucky and Reader navigate the emotional first days of parenthood. Between recovery, postpartum tears, and Bucky’s terrible dad jokes, they find comfort in the love they share for their tiny baby girl and the family they’ve created together.
Warnings - fluffy new dad Bucky, postpartum recovery, mention of a c section birth, crazy hormones, mild physical pain/discomfort, newborn bubble, soft bucky, breastfeeding/nursing mentioned, Alpine interaction, healthy relationship, tooth rotting fluff, happy ending
Writers notes - no proof read or word count. Happy first of the month loves! 🫶🏻
The drive home from the hospital was quiet.
Not uncomfortable quiet—just the kind that settled after one of the biggest days of your life.
Your daughter slept peacefully in the backseat, bundled in blankets that looked ridiculously oversized on her tiny five-pound frame.
Bucky drove with one hand on the wheel and the other reaching across the console whenever he could, brushing his fingers against yours.
Every few minutes he’d glance in the mirror.
Checking on her.
Checking on you.
Making sure both his girls were okay.
When the car finally pulled into the driveway, Bucky was out before you could even think about moving.
“Stay there,” he ordered gently.
You rolled your eyes.
“James—”
“Stay.”
The super soldier was already opening your door.
The C-section incision pulled unpleasantly as you shifted, and Bucky immediately slid an arm around your waist.
“Easy.”
You hated feeling fragile.
But today?
Today you were exhausted.
Sore.
Emotional.
And honestly grateful for the support.
His vibranium arm lifted the car seat effortlessly while his flesh hand remained firmly wrapped around yours.
The Winter Soldier carried the diaper bag over one shoulder, a tiny pink car seat in hand, and carefully guided you up the front steps like you might break.
But to Bucky?
Nothing had ever felt more important.
Inside the apartment, he helped lower you carefully onto the couch.
“Comfortable?”
“Yes.”
“Need a pillow?”
“Bucky.”
“A blanket?”
You laughed weakly.
“I’m fine.”
His blue eyes narrowed suspiciously.
“You don’t sound fine.”
“That’s because somebody cut me open three days ago.”
He immediately looked guilty.
“Oh.”
Your expression softened.
“Not your fault, Buck.”
He leaned down and kissed your forehead.
Then his attention shifted to the car seat.
Immediately.
Like a magnet.
Like he physically couldn’t stay away.
His face melted into something impossibly soft as he crouched beside it.
“Hey, peanut.”
Your daughter stirred.
Tiny fists stretching.
Tiny face scrunching.
Then came the newborn scrunch.
Her entire little body curled inward as if she was trying to return to her favorite position.
Bucky’s heart visibly shattered.
“Oh my God.”
Carefully, he slid his hands beneath her.
Lifting her from the carrier as though she were made of glass.
She weighed almost nothing.
A tiny pink onesie swallowed her whole.
Dark hair dusted the top of her head.
And somehow she was even smaller in Bucky’s arms.
The former assassin settled onto the couch beside you.
His broad frame made your daughter look impossibly tiny.
She wriggled slightly.
Making sleepy little noises.
Immediately Bucky lowered his head.
Pressing a kiss against her dark hair.
“It’s okay, sweetheart.”
Another kiss.
“Daddy’s got you.”
Another.
“You’re home.”
His voice cracked.
Just slightly.
But you heard it.
And so did he.
You watched him stare at her.
Completely captivated.
As though nothing else existed.
Then suddenly Alpine appeared, The white cat hopped onto the couch arm, Curious green eyes locked onto the baby.
Bucky immediately tensed.
“Alpine.”
The cat ignored him, Slowly stretching her neck toward the bundle in his arms. Sniff. Sniff. The baby yawned, Alpine blinked then sat down beside Bucky like she’d made her decision.
Accepted.
Family.
You should have been laughing.
It was adorable.
Instead—
A tear slipped down your cheek.
You frowned.
Confused.
Then another followed.
And another.
Bucky looked up instantly.
His eyes widened.
“Baby?”
You wiped your face, Which somehow only made more tears appear.
“What’s wrong?”
“I don’t know.”
The answer came out as a sob.
“Oh no.”
Bucky carefully adjusted the baby against his chest before wrapping an arm around your shoulders.
“Are you hurting?”
You shook your head.
More tears.
“Did I do something?”
“No.”
More tears.
“Do you need something?”
“No.”
“Then why are you crying?”
“I don’t know!”. The words dissolved into another sob.
Bucky looked completely terrified.
The man had fought aliens,Hydra,Assassins,Gods.
But crying postpartum girlfriends?
Absolutely not.
You laughed through your tears.
Which only confused him more.
“I don’t know why I’m crying.”
“Oh.”
A pause.
“Okay.”
You sniffled.
“Okay?”
“Yeah.”
Bucky pressed a kiss against your temple.
Then another.
Then rested his forehead against yours.
“Then we can cry together.”
That finally broke you.
You laughed so hard you started crying even more.
Bucky smiled.
Relieved.
His arm tightened around your shoulders.
His daughter slept peacefully against his chest.
Alpine purred beside him.
And for the first time since everything had gone wrong in the delivery room, since the emergency surgery and fear and pain—
You looked around your home.
At your boyfriend.
At your baby girl.
At your strange little family.
And realized everything had gone right after all.
“She’s perfect,” you whispered.
Bucky looked down at the sleeping newborn.
His entire face softening.
“Yeah.”
He kissed her head once more.
Then reached for your hand.
“She really is.”
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The afternoon sunlight spilled through the apartment windows, casting everything in a warm glow.
Your daughter was curled against your chest now, happily nursing while Bucky sat beside you on the couch.
He couldn’t stop staring.
Every few seconds his eyes flicked from the baby to you and back again, as though he was still trying to process that this was real.
That the tiny little girl in your arms was his daughter.
That you were her mother.
That somehow the two of you had created an entire human being.
His gaze lingered on the baby.
Then on you.
Then back on the baby again.
A grin slowly spread across his face.
“Oh my God.”
“What?” you asked.
Bucky pointed toward your daughter.
“She shows up.”
You immediately knew that look.
The look that meant he was about to say something ridiculous.
“Bucky—”
Then he pointed at you.
“Now you’re making food.”
You burst out laughing.
Unfortunately, laughing after major abdominal surgery wasn’t exactly pleasant.
The moment the sound escaped you, pain tugged at your healing stomach.
“Oh—ow—”
Your hand instantly moved to your abdomen as you winced.
Bucky’s grin vanished.
“Baby?”
“I’m okay.”
“You don’t look okay.”
“I’m fine,” you insisted, despite your face scrunching slightly.
Bucky immediately scooted closer.
“See? This is why I shouldn’t tell jokes.”
“You absolutely shouldn’t.”
“You laughed though.”
“Against my will.”
A smug smile appeared.
“So I’m funny.”
You rolled your eyes.
“Don’t let it go to your head.”
Too late.
His ego was already thriving.
Bucky carefully brushed a hand over your shoulder before glancing down at the baby again.
The tiny girl continued eating completely unbothered by the conversation around her.
“So that’s it?” he asked.
You raised an eyebrow.
“What’s it?”
“She just eats whenever she wants?”
“Pretty much.”
Bucky looked horrified.
“That’s a dangerous amount of power for someone who can’t hold her own head up.”
You laughed again—more carefully this time.
The baby made a tiny contented noise.
Bucky stared.
Then pointed at her once more.
“Look at her.”
“What about her?”
“She’s not paying rent.”
You snorted.
“Bucky.”
“She contributes nothing.”
“She’s three days old.”
“Exactly. Freeloading.”
Your daughter detached for a moment, making a sleepy little face before settling again.
Bucky’s expression immediately softened.
The tough-guy act disappeared in an instant.
“A cute freeloader,” he corrected.
You watched him melt completely as he gently stroked one finger over her tiny dark-haired head.
His blue eyes were full of wonder.
“You know,” he said quietly, “I still can’t believe she’s ours.”
Your heart squeezed.
Even with the pain, the exhaustion, the wild postpartum hormones, moments like this made everything worth it.
You leaned your head against his shoulder.
Bucky immediately kissed the top of your hair.
Then the baby suddenly let out the tiniest milk-drunk sigh.
Bucky froze.
“Oh.”
“What?”
“Did you hear that?”
You smiled.
“Yeah.”
His eyes widened.
“That was adorable.”
“Everything she does is adorable to you.”
“Because she’s perfect.”
His hand found yours, squeezing gently.
“And so are you.”
The hormones nearly had you crying again.
You pointed a warning finger at him.
“Don’t.”
Bucky looked alarmed.
“Don’t what?”
“Be sweet.”
“Oh no.”
He immediately pulled you closer.
“Are we crying again?”
“I might be.”
“Okay.”
He kissed your temple.
And judging by the way his own eyes looked suspiciously shiny while he stared at his daughter, he wasn’t entirely joking.
i NEED a little drabble about how reader flashes the mailman (i read your little drabble about it and im obsessed) please 😁
you didn’t mean to flash the mailman.
you’d just rolled outta bed, still wearin’ your flimsy lil nightgown—the pale blue one with the lace and the tiny bow in the middle that phillip always pulls on when he’s feelin’ mean. the air was warm, birds chirpin’, and you’d remembered he said somethin’ ‘bout a package comin’ today, so you tiptoed outside, still barefoot, lookin’ real sweet and sleepy.
except you bent down to pick up somethin’ from the porch and—well. that was the exact moment the mailman rounded the corner.
"uhh—mornin', ma’am!"
you squeaked, clutchin’ the package to your chest and practically fallin’ over tryin’ to tug your gown down. "oh! hi! i—I didn’t see you there!"
he was red as a tomato, stammerin’ somethin’ about the weather, eyes locked on the sky like it’d save him.
you scrambled inside, heart racin', slammin’ the door with a high-pitched little yelp just as phillip wandered in from the kitchen, mug in hand, already shirtless, towel slung low on his hips.
"the hell was that?" he drawls, blinkin’ slow. “you sound like a possum gettin’ spooked.”
you look up at him, eyes wide. “i think i just showed the mailman my butt.”
he stares.
and then he grins. slow. smug. dangerous.
“jesus christ, sugar,” he mutters, settin’ his coffee down like it’s a damn emergency. “you out there flashin’ government employees before breakfast now?”
“i didn’t mean to!” you cry, coverin’ your face. “it’s breezy and i was bendin’ over and—and he saw everything!”
he whistles low, steppin’ in close, grabbin’ your chin to make you look up at him. “mm. wonder what kinda tip he’s expectin’ after that.”
you slap his chest, but he just laughs, all teeth, already smug as hell. “you are so lucky you’re cute, baby. dumb as a box’a crayons, but cute.”
you pout, but he kisses it right off your face, arms cagin’ you in against the counter.
“next time you wanna show off, do it when i’m watchin’. i’ll make sure the mailman don’t live to tell the tale.”
you shuffle into the kitchen barefoot, draggin’ your feet, wearin’ that soft pink nightgown with the lace trim that he definitely bought you. it barely covers your thighs, and your hair’s a mess, but you’re lookin’ at him like he’s the only man on earth who can give you what you really want.
“phillip,” you say, voice all breathy and sweet, leanin’ against the counter like you didn’t spend the whole night sendin’ him baby tiktoks with captions like “we’d be such cute parents omg”.
he doesn’t even look up from his coffee. just sips it slow and mutters, “lord have mercy. you startin’ this shit again?”
you pout immediately, fingers twistin’ in the hem of your nightgown. “i want a baby,” you whine, comin’ up behind him and wrappin’ your arms around his waist. “please, phillip. just one. a tiny one. they’re so cute and squishy—”
“you talkin’ about a baby or a loaf’a bread?” he scoffs, settin’ his mug down with a thud. “girl, you don’t even know how to spell pediatrician.”
“do too!” you snap, even though you absolutely don’t.
he turns around and lifts you right up onto the counter like you weigh nothin’, starin’ you down with that smug grin of his. “lemme get this straight. you want me to put a baby in you… when you still cry when the waffle burns in the toaster?”
you cross your arms. “i’m emotional.”
“you’re helpless,” he says, pokin’ your thigh. “but cute. real cute. you keep beggin’ like that, i might just give you another puppy.”
“i don’t want another puppy!” you huff, brows all furrowed. “i want your baby! i wanna waddle around in cute lil overalls and make you rub my feet!”
he laughs—really laughs—like you’re the funniest damn thing he’s ever seen. “jesus christ, baby. the only thing you should be waddlin’ in is a nice lacy bra, not a diaper bag.”
you slap his chest but you’re gigglin’ too, leanin’ into his touch when he brushes your hair out of your face.
“how ‘bout this,” he says, drawl slow and cruelly sweet. “you keep that puppy alive for one more month without tryin’ to feed it chocolate or paint its claws pink, then we’ll talk about you havin’ a kid.”
you blink. “wait—you fed it chocolate!”
“details,” he mutters, liftin’ you off the counter with one arm. “c’mon, sugar. let’s get you dressed ‘fore you flash the mailman again.”
I’m unsure if this is considered a head canon (I still don’t fully understand what head canons are. If not, I don’t know what it is I’m doing here LOL), but would you think Jay Halstead would consider dating or get in a serious relationship with a Latina? I know he had his thing with Camila in season 5, but I’m unsure if that counts because it wasn’t really “Jay”, it was Ryan and it was post-Erin leaving, so it wasn’t truly him, you know?
hi anon! your ask/question could definitely be considered as a headcanon, so you’re all good!🥰
also for someone who is latina, i can totally imagine (regular/non undercover) jay being in a serious relationship with a latina! i can even picture him being so interested in their culture and wanting to learn all about it! and even being so interested in the history of it all!🤍
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