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Close Friends | Connor Brashier

Co-written by @brianc521

A/n: this is my first collab with another author on this sight. And who better to write it with than my best friend @brianc521 

Thank you sunflower for writing this with me. 

Summary: Connor likes to document everything you two do together.

Warnings: fluff

Word count: 1.8k

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Sitting across from you at the kitchen table Connor scrolls through his phone, smiling widely at his screen. 

“What are you doing over there? What’s got you so happy?” 

“My instagram memories came up with my close friends stories. I’m just rewatching all of our videos.” 

“Oh?” 

“Yeah, come look.” He motions you over with a subtle nod of his head. Standing you grab your cup of tea and move over to his side of the table so you can see his phone too. “Look this was when we first moved in.”

“Awe I remember that day!” 

“Why are you filming me?”

“What do you mean, why am I filming you? I’m documenting this moment.”

“Yeah, well you could be opening boxes, mister. We’re moving in, not just me.”

Connor pouts his lips, though you can’t see it on camera. “I want to remember this moment five years from now.”

“I know, but I would like to have our bedroom done so we don’t have to sleep on the couch tonight,” you raise a challenging eyebrow.

“Okay, okay, you win. I’m putting it away, but first,” he leans forward and the video goes dark as his phone hits my chest when he kisses me. 

“See,” He looks over at you, “I’m still glad I recorded that, and I’ll still be glad 4 more years from now.” 

“Okay, whatever.” You roll your eyes, looking back at his phone as he clicks over into another memory. “Awe this one is my favorite.” 

“Connor, why must you record everything?”

“I like to document my moments, stop judging me!” He whines, walking back around the kitchen island to stand behind you. 

“Okay but why do we need to document this? I’m just making cookies?” 

“We’re making cookies. I’m helping!”

“How? By pouring more wine in my glass?”

“Mhm and by giving you kisses!” He smiles, cheeks bright pink from the three glasses of wine he’s had. 

“That’s so much help Bubba, thank you.” 

With a cheesy smile he leans in and plants a loud kiss to your cheek. “Muah!” 

“Okay, I gotta get the dough on the pan so can you step aside?”

“You don’t want my cuddles?” 

“I do Bubba, but if you want cookies I need you to step aside for a moment.” 

“You don’t want my cuddles, that’s mean.” He pouts dramatically. Wine drunk Connor is very needy and dramatic. 

“Bubba,” You sigh, looking up at him. Right when you meet his gaze you notice the mischief in his eyes and before you can even prepare for it, he’s smeared cookie dough right across your lips. “Connor!” You gasp as a giggle escapes his lips.

“Whoopsies.” He laughs, leaning back with a hand on his stomach. 

“I cannot believe you just did that.” You glare at him.

“You got a little something,” He points to your lips. “Right there.”

“Wow,” You shake your head, “I wonder why.” 

“Here, I’ll get it.” He leans down, kissing the dough from your lips.

“You just wanted cookie dough, sneaky sneaky boy.” 

He simply just grins at you, giving you one more kiss before stepping to the side like you asked. 

“I’m still upset with you for doing that.” 

“Totally worth it.” He snickers, clicking over to the next memory. “Oh! Do you remember this?” 

I shake my head at him, although not at all able to hide my smile. “Our first dance in the kitchen. How could I not?”

Connor sets his phone on the island and comes back to stand between your legs where you sit on the counter, your mug of tea in your hands. 

“Really? More recording?”

“I thought we were done judging, hmm?”

You sigh, “Yes, you’re right. I’m sorry. I’m done.” You take your phone from the space beside you and open Spotify. “This song came on at work the other day, and it made me think of you. You wanna hear it?”

“Mhm,” he nods, grinning brightly at you. “Play it for me.” 

You press play and let the song fill the kitchen. You hum along once it gets to the chorus. 

“It’s not just picture perfect dancing in a white dress / it’s not just rainy days where nothing stops the fighting / It’s not just highs and lows and champagne toasts / I’ve come to know that love’s not only he best days or the worst days / Love is the Tuesdays”

Connor smiles at you and holds his hand out.

You look at him with a furrowed brow, “What?”

“Dance with me,” He says simply.

“Yeah?”

“Dance with me,” he insists, taking your mug from your hand and setting it on the counter, then taking both of your free hands and slides you off the counter. 

You smile softly, wrapping your arms around his neck, resting your head on his chest. His arms wrap loosely around your waist and he places his head on top of yours. You exhale deeply, pressing yourself further into his chest as you two begin to sway. Connor’s lips press softly to your temple while he starts humming along with you. 

“No, it’s not Hollywood sun ‘cause troubles will come / But it’s the best decision you’re ever gonna make / And you’ve got my blessing but just hear this lesson”

You look up at him, and when he looks down to check on you, you can see the love in his eyes. And you know it matches the love in yours. 

“You gonna kiss me or what, Brashier?”

He can’t help but chuckle. He shakes his head and leans down, capturing your lips with his in the softest, but most loving kiss. 

“That’s still one of my favorite days.”

“Mine too,” he mumbles, looking back at you.

“What? Why are you looking at me like that?”

“You gonna kiss me or what?” He jokes. 

You roll your eyes, but lean down to kiss him, once again soft, but loving. He pulls away when he hears the next video start to play. 

“Oh this one!” He smiles, starting it from the beginning. “You’re so cute here.” 

The mug reads, “Not Paint Water” and his hand is curled around the handle as he moves forward towards you. The more he moves the more in focus you become. There you sit at the table, your laptop open in front of you. You’re resting your head on your hand as you read something over. 

“How’s it going Pretty Girl?” He asks softly, knowing she’s starting to get a stress headache. 

“I swear I’m gonna quit. Drop out, I’ll find something else to do. Who says you need a degree to start a business?” 

He smiles, snickering a bit. That’s the answer he usually always gets. “I made you tea.” He says setting the mug down on the table in front of her. 

The look he receives alone is worth the trouble of boiling the water. You look up with the softest eyes and the cutest pout on your lips. “You made me tea?” 

“Mhm, you’re favorite. Vanilla Chai!”

At this you slouch and stare at him. “Thank you. That’s so sweet of you.” 

“Anything for my Pretty Girl.” He leans over the table to kiss your cheek, giving the view of the wall behind you. When he pulls back the camera goes back into focus, “Okay, I’ll stop distracting you. Drink your tea and try to relax okay?” 

“Okay, just for my Bubba.” 

“Good.” 

“I am not cute.” You roll your eyes.

“So cute. I make you tea everyday just to get that look. 

“You do not.” 

“I do.” He nods, “Oh my gosh! I forgot about this one!” He says as the next memory appears. 

“Well if it isn’t my hard working girl.” Connor says, the bell above the door dinging as he walks in. 

You smile wide. “Hey, you. What are you doing here?”

“I finished editing. Wanted to come and see my pretty girl.” Wanted to make sure she had lunch,” he says, holding out a bag to her. 

“Wow, you take such good care of me,” you muse, taking the bag from him graciously. 

“I definitely try. Gotta take good care of the girl who does basically everything for me.”

You roll your eyes, “I do not.”

“You try to.”

You just shrug, “Oh well. You gonna stay and eat with me? No one’s been in all day, so we’ll have no distractions.”

“I can stay for a couple minutes. But I’m actually going over to your parents house to meet your mom.”

“What? Why?”

He smirks, but you once again can’t see it on camera. “You’re not the only one she’s teaching to cook, missy.”

You gasp, “You’re learning without me?”

“I’m learning for you. There’s a difference. Now, kiss?”

You scrunch up your face, but nod because you can’t deny him. 

“That was a really good dinner you made that night,” you nod. “Still have dreams about it,” you giggle.

He laughs too, throwing his head back. “Well then I will have to make it again.”

“Tonight?”

“Sure, we’ll go to the store later and get the stuff.”

“Okay,” you kiss his cheek. “Are there anymore?”

“There’s one more.” He smiles, looking back at the screen. “This one, this is my absolute favorite.” 

It’s black for a second before there’s some shuffling and a muttered “Okay”. In the distance, coming into focus, you stand with Connor, looking up at the stars. You’re pointing up at the sky and he’s smiling at you. 

“He’s gonna do it.” You hear behind the camera, Shawn’s voice recognizable. 

While you turn a little, back more towards Connor now, you point even further at a collection of stars. It’s then, with you distracted, that Connor drops to one knee. He digs into his pocket and with sweaty shaking hands he grasps the velvet box. The weight of the box really weighed in his hand as he opened the top and held it out to you. 

You can’t hear it, but he calls your name making you turn towards him. When you turn you look down in confusion. It’s then that your hands fly to your face, covering your mouth as you whisper, “Oh my god.” 

Shawn then, after realizing, moves his finger from over the mic. 

“Y/n, I’ve loved every moment I’ve ever shared with you. You make the stars shine, the sun rise, and the moon illuminate. I don’t ever want to make another memory without you by my side. Do me the honor? Marry Me?” 

The faintest “Yes,” is said and suddenly Connor is taking you into his arms, kissing you deeply. Behind the camera screams and yells are growing louder, and the angle shifts quickly as Shawn stands from his crouched position behind a bush. 

The camera cuts as everyone starts running to the newly engaged couple. 

“Yeah,” You sigh, looking down at your decorated finger. “It’s my new favorite too.” 

“I can’t wait to record all of our moments together.” Connor smiles, looking at you with the softest smile. 

You take his hand and bring it to your lips, “Maybe recording everything really isn’t such a bad thing.”

Connor’s smile brightens, as if that could even be possible at this point. “Glad to see you’re finally coming around. Only took you two years.”

***

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Paint a Picture in my Brain | Connor Brashier

A/n: it’s been a while since I’ve posted a fic that I really enjoyed, so I hope this doesn’t flop

Summary: Shawn hired you to work on with him on the aesthetic for his new album, and well, you and Connor don’t exactly hit it off after your first meeting. Connor’s determined to fix that though. (enemies to…)

Warnings: fluff, little angst?, two idiots very obviously in love, pining, Connor’s eyes are y/n’s weakness (they’re brought up so much and I do not apologize), this is a SLOW burn, let me tell ya

Word count: 12.2k (yeah, she’s a long one)

***

“You want me to paint your piano?” I ask, incredulous. 

Shawn nods. “I saw your work on your instagram, I love the style of what you do. And I want you to paint the piano for this era. When I did the self titled era, I had my piano with cracks in it to let in the light. I want this one to be the first thing everyone focuses on before I even open my mouth. I want the piano to do the talking. And I think you’re the perfect person to do this.”

“But -”

“You don’t have to say yes right now, I just want you to think about it. I really think you would be a great asset to the team. But I understand it’s a lot, and it would take a lot of your time, so you can feel free to say no, but I wanted to ask you about this personally.”

“Um,” I swallow and look down at my hands. “Could I have a day or two to think about it.?”

“Of course. Take as much time as you need. I mean, well we will need to know by the end of the week, but you can have until then to think about it. I hope you’ll do it though. I would love to work with you, truly.”

I nod, “I’ll think about it. It’s a great opportunity, I just need a little time.”

“Of course. Just call me with your decision,” Shawn stands and holds his hand out for me to shake. “I look forward to hearing from you, whatever your decision is.” He smiles brightly. “I have another meeting to get to, but thank you so much for meeting me here today.”

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Doubts

This is heavily unedited, but I needed to post something. So here you go!

You were having an insecure moment. It stemmed from the dream you had last night while you slept alone in his bed for the second night in a row. This dream leading you to have insecure thoughts and doubts about what Connor was feeling.

Connor was CEO of his Production Company and lately, after having produced one of the biggest names in the music industry documentary, business was booming. With interest and projects rapidly flying through his office Connor has become extremely stressed and busy. He can’t even remember the last time he truly had a down moment, with himself or spent with you. 

His new assistant Sam has slowly become your best friend. With the amount of times you’re in contact with Sam to figure out Connor’s schedule, and see if you can talk to him between meetings, or the times Sam’s called you for Connor’s holiday schedule. 

Everything in Connor’s world seems to be growing and moving a thousand miles a minute, while you’re at a standstill in the corner. You’re in a small selling slump at work. It’s slowly getting closer to holiday time which means every now and then your store has a big sale, but it’s still pretty slow. 

You woke up from your nightmare last night still accompanied by cold sheets. It was almost 4 am and Connor still hasn't come home. Sam had called you earlier telling you that Connor should be off at a decent hour and Connor would like for you to be at his place. You weren’t shocked by 11 pm that you were still alone and getting ready for bed.

Your nightmare consisted of Connor’s newest client Madison, the most perfect girl you’d ever seen, and him having some sort of attraction which was causing his late nights. This girl was everything you felt you were. She had the perfect ‘Barbie’ face, skinny body, long legs, long straight hair. When you saw a picture of her and Connor gushing about the music video she wants him to shoot and produce you had a moment of jealousy that you quickly pushed to the dark side of your brain. It seems that’s where you dreams are held, because it’s all you’ve been able to see lately when you shut your eyes for the night. 

It seems to be the only dream you can dream when your at Connor’s. Leading you to just stay awake for the rest of the night not wanting to have any visions of Connor with any other girl, dream or not. It broke your heart more and more and slowly made you question everything. 

So for a change, and a test in your theories, you headed back to your own apartment after work. Dragging your tired body into the cold home, shivering as you flip the heat and light a candle. 

You had done a lot for the night by the time you were ordering pasta and waiting on your delivery. You completed laundry, dishes, cleaned up the bathroom, changed your sheets and reorganized your lotions and perfumes into a cute little display on top of your dresser. 

You jumped a bit as your phone started ringing disturbing the nice silence you were in. You picked up the device, shocked to see that it was Connor’s name running across your screen. He hasn’t called you in days, usually making Sam do it for him. You actually haven’t spoken to him at all today, and it was just then that you noticed that you hadn’t. No texts, no voicemails, no stupid memes through Insta. 

“Hello?” You answered, weary that he might just be butt dialling you. 

“Baby?” 

“Um yeah?” Your brows furrowed.

“Where are you?” He asked. 

“Home?” You responded, confused at his sudden interest.

“No, you’re not here.” 

“I’m at my home.” 

“Did Sam not call you this morning?” 

“He did.” You nod, remembering Sam’s call about Connor wanting you to be at his tonight.

“So…?” 

“Well it wasn’t the first time I’d had that request this week, and frankly I didn’t believe him when he said you’d be off at a decent hour.” 

Connor doesn’t respond for a moment, and you bite your lip nervously while you wait.

“Can I come over then? I’m off tonight, and I wanna see you Baby. I missed you.” 

“Um sure, if you’d like.” 

“I’d love to.” You feel like you can hear his smile. “Have you eaten? Can I bring you dinner?”

“I ordered pasta, it should be here soon.”

“Oh.” He responds, knowing that you hate ordering food because you despise the awkward interaction of answering the door and taking your food from someone else. “Wanna change it to pick up and I’ll get it on my way?” 

“No I’m okay.” 

Connor stands dumbfounded in his living room. You were at your apartment, he couldn’t remember the last time you’d actually stayed at your place, you practically lived with him. You were ordering yourself food, and not asking him to get it for you.

“Okay well I’ll see you 10?” 

“Okay.” 

“I love you.” 

“Mhm.” You hung up on him.

Connor stared at his phone in awe when his phone beeped at him and the call ended. He knew something was wrong. That he’d done something wrong, or that you were upset about something and that left him feeling a bit anxious. He wasn’t paying attention to what he was packing all he knew was that he was throwing clothes into a bag and was out the door on his way to your place within minutes of your phone call. 

He actually ended up beating your delivery driver. 

“Hi Baby.” He greeted when you opened the door for him. 

“Hi.” You smiled, allowing him to kiss your cheek and hug you loosely. 

He watched with curious eyes as you shut the door behind him and tidied up the shoe bin by the door. You were putting a pair of flats away in your closet when someone knocked at your door. Connor answered for you and took your bag of food, paying for it and the tip. He was just shutting the door when you walked back out.

“Oh, here let me get my wall-”

“I got it Baby.” He smiled, walking past you to the kitchen to get you all dished up. 

You watched him as he unboxed your meal, transferring the food from the plastic containers to your plates. He set your food down on the table and held the chair out for you with a cute little smile. You simply took a seat and dug into your food as he sat across from you. 

“Y/n?” He whispered when you refused to make eye contact with him.

“Hmm?” 

“What’s wrong?” 

You looked up with big eyes and stared at him. “What?”

“What’s wrong? What happened? Why weren’t you at my place tonight?”

“I wanted to come home.” 

“But, I’m sorry if I’m jumping the gun here, but I thought that my place was home?” He asks softly, reaching for your hand. 

You let him take it, and stare at his thumb that rubs soothingly back and forth across your knuckles.

“Baby?” He whispers. 

What he doesn’t expect is for you to look up with tearful eyes and a deep frown splayed across your mouth. 

“Baby, what’s wrong?” He rushes to crouch next to you, holding both of your hands. 

“I had a nightmare.” Is all you can sob out.

He reaches out and pulls you from the chair down into his lap so he can hold you tightly. 

“When?” 

“Everyday this week.” 

“Oh Baby.” He coos, rocking you back and forth. “What was it about?”

“You.” You sob into his shoulder, shuddering breaths in and out. 

“Me?” He pulls back to make eye contact with you. 

“You-you-you-you”

“Breathe Baby.” 

“You” You take a deep breath, “You didn’t want me anymore, you wanted-wanted-wanted- Madison.” 

All the wind has been knocked from Connor’s lungs. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. 

“Baby,” He sighs, “Of course I want you. I only want you. I love you.” 

You just sob harder. “I was becoming worried that maybe you were bored, that you didn’t want to be with me anymore. That you were staying late at the office because you didn’t want to go home. So I thought maybe I’d just go back to mine so you could finally go back to yours.”

“Y/n L/n.” Connor holds your face so you have to look at him. “I am not bored.” He shakes his head. “I want to be with your forever. I was staying late at the office because I wanted to get done with Madison’s video so I could be done with her business and let one of the new investors take her business.” He explains. “I thought the quicker I could get it done the quicker I could be with you, and you wouldn’t have to worry about her. Even though there’s nothing to worry about. I only will ever have eyes for you.” He smiles, kissing your nose softly. “Baby, if I had it my way there wouldn’t be a ‘your place’ or a ‘my place’ there would only be ‘our place’ because I absolutely hate coming home to an apartment that you’re not in.” 

You pout at him, staring at his eyes, trying to read his expression.

“I want you Babygirl.” He whispers. “I’ll only ever want you. I promise you that.” 

“Yeah?”

“I have-” He sighs. “I have the weekend set up for us to look at houses. It was supposed to be a surprise but you need to know how committed I am to you. I have the first place booked for 9 tomorrow morning.” 

“Connor.” 

“And there will always be an ‘us’ because the future for us is coming sooner than you think.” He makes a show of kissing your left ring finger. 

“Connor David.” You sit up straight. 

“Yes ma’am, this won’t be bare for long.” 

“Stop.” You cover his mouth, groaning in disgust when he licks your palm. 

“I’m just trying to tell you how I am here for you. And how you don’t ever need to dream about me leaving you for someone else. I’m yours, you’re mine. That’s all we need to be okay. No matter where we are, what we’re doing, where we’re going, as long as we’re together then we’ll be okay. I love you so much.” 

“I love you too.” You smile, wiping your tears away.

“I’m sorry I made you doubt that. I’m sorry that I let you go to bed alone. I’m sorry that you felt like you couldn’t stay with me.” 

“It’s okay.”

“It’s not, it’s not okay. I’ll work on making that up to you. Now you need to get and hydrate so I can prove to you all night long how sorry I am and how much I love you.” 

“Connor.” You gasp when he lifts you up into your chair and pushes your plate closer. 

“Eat while I get the tub ready.” He grins, leaving a hot kiss to your neck before walking away. 

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Surprise

You had no idea Connor was coming home today. He meant for it to be a surprise. Today was the day of your annual work party, the one you had begged for him to come home for, but the sneaky little bastard told you that it was too close to show dates and that the team wouldn’t let him leave. 

But here he was, driving Shawn’s Tesla around LA to get things ready for the surprise he had planned for you. What he didn’t have planned though was for you to be shopping in the same area as him. 

So when he almost ran into you for the third time he decided that maybe it was time to surprise you a little. 

You were just pulling out of the shopping center when your phone illuminated that Connor had posted on Insta, with the fact that Connor posts all the time you shrugged and told yourself you’d watch it the minute you got home.

**

“Guys okay,” He clears his throat as he records himself on his phone. “So my wife doesn’t know I’m home.” He grins at the camera, eyes flickering up to watch your car. “But I am to surprise her, and I’ve driven past her three times now and she’s about to drive past me.” 

He moves the phone so it shows your car through the window. 

“Anyway, I just wanted to say that my wife is driving my Jeep,” He looks up and squints his eyes for a moment. “Oh fuck she’s coming, shh.” He puts a finger to his lips and ducks a little as if Shawn’s windows weren’t completely tinted. “God damn shes so hot. She drives with one hand on the top of the steering wheel, and good lord it turns me on.” He mutters to himself. 

But it’s like he then suddenly remembers that he’s live and looks back at his phone. “Okay well that’s all I wanted to say, and if you’re watching this later Honey,” He smiles real wide. “Come home because I’m waiting for you.” 

When the video cuts you look up at the house from the driveway, tears in your eyes when you notice the lights on inside. You almost eat shit when you race inside and when you finally make it in the door you’re greeted with the Rocky Horror Picture Show Soundtrack playing through the surround stereo and a cozy looking Connor in your kitchen.

You scream as you jump on his back, hugging him tightly.

“Hi Baby.” He grins, immediately reaching back to grip your thighs. 

“What are you doing here?” 

“Did you really think I would miss your work party?”

“You said you couldn’t come.” You whine, sliding off his back to stand on your feet again. He turns to face you, cheeks pink as he cups your face.

“First of all, come here.” He whispers leaning down to kiss your lips softly. “Second of all, I may have sort of told you a little tini tiny fib so I could surprise you. I’m sorry.” 

“You’re forgiven, this just made my whole day.” 

“Good, because I was really hoping to make you happy.” 

“You always do.” You smile, cupping his cheek, scrunching your nose at how cute he is when he leans into your hand. 

“What dress are you wearing tonight?” He asks as your thumb rubs at his cheek, making his eyes flutter for a moment.

“The green one.”

“Can you wear the blue one?” 

“I don’t have a blue one.” You furrow your brows. 

Connor bites his lip, looking down at you and then turning and walking down the hall to your bedroom with you right on his heels.

“Babe, I don’t have a blu-” You gasp when you see a lovely royal blue knee length dress hanging up on the hook in your closet. “No you didn’t.” 

“I had to.” He shrugs.

“Why?” You ask confused.

“Because it matches the tie you got me for Christmas.”

“So you had to get me this dress because it matches your tie?” 

“Yes.”

“That doesn’t make sense.” 

“Yes it does.” He argues. “Because now we’ll match tonight at the party. And,” He blushes, reaching over and pulling out the pink and black bag he’s been real excited about. “It also matches this.” 

You eye him skeptically as you peak in the bag, gasping once again, looking up at him with wide sinful eyes. “You wanna play tonight?” You whisper. 

He smiles, kisses your cheek and lightly bites your earlobe whispering, “Get ready, it’s gonna be a long night.” 

**

He’s dressed in a nice white shirt with his blue tie and black slacks, waiting for you on the couch with his right foot propped on his left knee. His phone is in his hand as he bites his lip reading over emails.

You walk into the room, having paired your outfit with some old heels you found in the back of your closet. He looks up at the sound of you click clacking closer and his just about drops his phone.

“Holy shit.” He breathes out. “Baby.” 

“Hi.” You smile sheepishly. 

He stands, now going to the camera on his phone. “Give me a twirl Beautiful.” He motions, recording the moment. “Holy shit I’m so lucky.” He groans because posting the video. 

“You like it?”

“I liked it on the hanger, I love it on you.” He grins, leaning in for a quick kiss. “But you’re missing something.” 

“What?” You ask, looking down at yourself.

“That wrist is looking pretty empty.”

“Oh well I can go-”

“Maybe I can help you out with that.” He pulls the long black velvet case out of his back pocket.

“Connor!” You gasp when you see the pretty sprawl of Cartier on top of the case.

“Just for my Baby because she means the world to me.” 

“You seriously need to stop.” You whine covering your face.

“Can’t a man spoil his woman?” 

“You did when you came home, everything else is too much.” 

“No Darling, it’s not enough. You’re everything, and I love you so much. Let me show you.” With that he opens the case and you almost tear up at the sight of the bracelet.

“I know it’s not the love one you’ve always talked about,” He explains, “But I was hoping this would work as a stand in until I save enough for that one?”

“This is perfect, please don’t.” You stop yourself when you realize he’s shaking his head. 

“It’s really the only piece of jewelry you’ve ever spoken about, I can promise you’ll have it I just need a little more time.” 

“Connor,” You pout, suddenly feeling bad for making him feel like he needed to spend so much because he wasn’t wrong they were hella expensive.

“Can I put it on you?”

“Please?” 

You hold your wrist out and allow him to clip your bracelet on.

“Okay, let’s go. Don’t wanna be late for your party.” He offers an arm once you’re ready.

“You’re too much Mr. Brashier.” 

“You’re everything and more Mrs. Brashier.” He kisses your cheek.

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Why is connor sooo cute and sweet at the same time? *-*

And why is he so cute and innocent but also seems like he could throw you around and dick you down good?

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Everything you write is amazing

Thank you so much! 

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"Check the Crib" is so cute my heart is about to burst 🥺

Awe thank you!

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Check the Crib

You sighed as you flopped on the couch, conveniently on the cushion Connor’s arm was slung over. He grinned, curling his arm around your shoulder and pulling you into his body. 

“Hey Baby.” He whispered, planting a long smooch to your temple.

It’d been a long night. With Myles catching a cold from preschool and needing constant nose blowing help and wrangling him into taking cough medication, then to Bella having a total meltdown when it came to bed time, you were completely exhausted.

“Hey.” You sighed, curling into his warm body, nosing into his neck.

“You okay?” 

“Yeah, I’ve just had this headache all day and her screaming for the past hour didn’t help.”

“Babe,” He whines, “You should have told me I would have given you Myles.” He groans.

You smile, kissing his warm skin quickly before resting your head on his shoulder and staring at the TV screen that was showing the basketball game highlights.

“Hold on.” He hums, kissing your pouting lips before jumping up and rushing to the kitchen.

You pull the blanket that’s folded on the end of the couch over to your lap, unfolding it and rolling yourself into it. Connor returns minutes later carrying a glass of water in his right hand, a glass of wine in his left, theres a beer bottle tucked between his ribs and his elbow and you can hear a rattle of something from the pocket of his basketball shorts.

His smile lights up his whole face when you perk up at the sight of him, leaning forward. He sets the glasses on the coffee table in front of you, grabbing his beer before he drops it and setting that down too. You watch as he sits next to you again, pulling your headache medicine bottle from the pocket of his shorts. He shakes out two pills and hands them to you, pushing the glass of water towards you. 

“You didn’t have to get me these Babe, I was about to.” 

“I got it, you handled Bella all on your own the least I can do it take care of you. It’s kind of my job as your husband.” 

You blush at his words, shaking your head before taking your meds. You set your glass of water back down and reach for the wine before he stops you.

“Ah ah ah.” He swats playfully at your hand. “Drink all of your water Miss.” 

You giggle but play along, “But I don’t want to!” 

He smiles, picking up your glass and holding it out to you. “You can have your wine once you finish your water.” 

“That’s all I get? Is wine?” 

“And I’ll give you a kiss.” 

“Deal!” 

He laughs as he watches you chug the water making a show of slamming the glass down and turning to him with puckered lips.

“Holy fuck I love you.” He giggles before giving your very much deserved kiss.

“Thanks I love you too.” You respond once he’s pulled away. “Can I have my wine now?” 

“You can have anything you want.” He mutters, grabbing his beer as you grab your wine before settling you back into his chest as he focuses on the the TV again.

It’s been exactly 20 minutes since you sat down when you hear Bella crying. You whine, turning into Connor’s shoulder. “I was really hoping she’d be down for awhile.” 

“I got her.” He hums, patting your shoulder so he could get up.

“But I’m on Bella duty.” You protest.

It wasn’t a lie that you and Connor are trying the whole tag team with the kids. Now that you have two your on man to man defense, and if you didn’t play that way it could get chaotic and stressful.

“It’s okay Baby, I got her.” 

“Are you sure?”

“Totally.” He nods, setting his beer down and standing up to climb the stairs.

“I’m so going to blow you tonight.” You muttered as he walked away. He looked back over his shoulder, eyes significantly darker. 

“Fuck I love being married.” He whispered to himself as he climbed the stairs closer to the blood curdling screams. “Bella,” He sighed as he opened the door. “Girly, you making your Mama crazy.” 

She calmed a little at his voice but still whimpered as she stood in her crib, tears clinging to her long lashes. 

“Honey you need to go nigh nigh,” He whispered. “That’s why you’re crying, because you’re tired.” He reached down and laid her back down in her crib but she started screaming again. “Babygirl,” He shushed her. “Isabella you need to breathe.” 

Connor looked around, and then shook the corner of her crib to test how sturdy it was. Seemingly satisfied with how it didn’t budge he did the only thing he could think to do. He swung a leg over the rail of the crib and climbed in. He scooted to the side and laid on his back while Bella climbed up on his chest.

“Is that what you wanted?” He asked when she instantly stopped crying. “You just wanted cuddles from Daddy?” 

She whimpered and clutched his shirt but her eyes fluttered closed while she took a few deep breaths.

Connor stayed and rubbed her back, looking up at the ceiling. Before he knew it his eyes were feeling droopy and he let them shut and sleep pull him to his dreamland.

**

You roused from your tiny nap when the news flashed with a weather report. You sat up disoriented, looking around and squinting to read the time on the bottom right hand corner of the TV. How was it 11:57pm already? 

You leaned for the remote to turn the TV down when you noticed Connor’s full beer still sitting on the coffee table. Standing up you peeked into his office down the hall and saw the lights were off and he wasn’t there. 

“Connor?” You whispered, shutting the TV off completely, heading off to search for him.

You start climbing the stairs slowly, sleep still aching your joints.

You look down the hall where Bella’s room was open. You tip toe closer and peek inside not seeing him in the rocking chair. You shut the door behind you and continue your search coming up short in Myles room, the laundry room, and your bedroom. You dial his number after you’ve checked the entire house and come up empty.

You can hear his ‘Friends’ theme song ringer going off and you start walking closer down the hall as it gets louder. Your brows furrow as you open Bella’s room again, taking a step in this time and finding the most soft thing in the world.

There passed out holding his daughter on his chest was Connor David Brashier in Isabella’s crib. You snicker lightly as you take a picture and then quickly put your phone away to wake him.

You nudge his arm, trying your hardest not to scare him since he was holding Bella. You caress his cheek, smiling when his eyes flutter open.

“Hi Baby.” He smiles, face all sleepy swollen. 

You coo, “Hi Hon.” You whisper.

“Whatcha doing?” He mumbles.

“Honey,” You rub your thumb on his cheek. “Don’t freak out.” 

“Okiii” He smiles.

“You fell asleep, and you’re holding Bella.” 

At this his eyes widen, finally becoming totally aware that he wasn’t dreaming. His head whips up as he looks to his chest where Bella is asleep. “Oh my god.” He whisper cries. “I can’t believe I fell asleep!” He looks to you with horror in his eyes. “I could have rolled on her!” 

“You didn’t.” You shake your head, still rubbing his cheek. 

“Oh my-”

“Shh, lets get you out of there and off to bed Sleepy Boy.” 

He slowly shifts Bella onto the mattress and carefully climbs out of the crib. You take his hand leading him to your bedroom to get ready for bed. When you step into the bathroom you hear him exit the room for a moment. When you start pulling the covers on the bed back he reenters. 

“Where’d you go?” 

“Double checking the house was locked.” He hums, sliding past you to check and make sure both baby monitors for Myles and Bella were on. Once he’s checked everything and plugged his phone in he sheds his jeans and t shirt and climbs into bed after you. 

“You’re an amazing father.” You rub his back as he tries to get comfortable. 

“Yeah?” He asks softly.

“The absolute best, I think I completely melted when I found you with her.” 

He grins when he feels your arms snake around his torso. He grabs your hand, pulling you closer so your flush against his back. When he feels your bare chest to his bare back his eyes pop open. 

“Are you topless right now?” 

“Yeah, are you ready to go to sleep or did you want to....” 

He rolls over in an instant, rolling you under him so he’s hovering over you. 

“Fuck I love you.” He grins, leaning down to kiss your neck. 

This time around, you two weren’t interrupted when you needed a moment with each other.

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Let’s Do It

He couldn’t stop looking at you. You were absolutely breath taking. Your hair fell around your shoulders perfectly, styled just the way he liked it. Your dress went to your knees, but hugged your curves just right. 

“You’re beautiful Baby.” He smiled, planting a kiss to your cheek. 

“Thanks Handsome, you’ve told me about 8 times in the past 2 minutes.” 

He blushes, looking down into his hands with a wild grin on his face. 

“You’re pretty beautiful yourself.” You bump your shoulder with his. 

“You’re both beautiful, now would you shut up about it?” Cez asks from his seat behind you. 

You both burst up giggling, leaning into each other while you laugh at Cez and his annoyed expression. 

Tonight was Shawn’s wedding, and while the focus should be on the happy couple you two couldn’t stop thinking about the other. 

Something just felt different between you two tonight, it just felt good, it felt right, it felt real and forever.

Connor took your hand while you both stood to watch the bride walk down the aisle to her groom. You had to admit, Shawn looked really good. He looked slim but buff in his tux, his curls were styled with his signature messy look. His bride was gorgeous, the dress was over and beyond what anyone thought it would be. Her hair was curled and hung loose down her back. 

Connor’s thumb rubbed the back of your hand during the vows, and when it came time for Shawn to kiss his bride Connor was trying to kiss you.

By the ceremony you both were so consumed with each other you hadn’t even realized that the first dance was taking place. When you looked up at your surroundings you were a little lost as to what was going on and what you were doing. Connor fixed that quickly by swiftly pulling you to the dance floor. 

He pulled you close, held your hips while you wrapped your arms around his neck. 

“What’s with that smile Brashier?” You scratch the back of his head as he sways you both side to side.

“Can’t wait until this is us.” 

“Til what is us?”

“This, a wedding, you and me and the marriage license makes three.” He giggles.

“You wanna get married?” You ask with a lilt in your voice.

“I want marriage, kids, grand kids, growing old, holding hands on a porch swing. I want it all with you Baby.” 

“Me too, you’re my forever.”

His eyes flare, face blushes, and he can’t help himself from leaning down and kissing you fiercely. 

“Connor.” You sigh as you pull away.

“Mm?”

“What’s stopping you?” 

“From what?” He asks.

“Marrying me?”

He stops, freezes. “What?” 

“What’s stopping you from asking?” 

“You wanna do it?” 

You laugh, nodding as he pulls you tighter. “Fly me to Vegas, I’d marry your ass tonight.” 

“Okay.” He shrugs.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Let’s get out of here.” 

3 hours later you’re smiling at him as he buckles his seat belt for the flight to Vegas.

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Game Plan | Part 5

Connor can barely sit still. He’s so excited for this doctor appointment. He barely slept the night before. He tossed and turned, but all his brain could think about was the moment they were about to experience. 

If they were having a Boy or a Girl.

“They aren’t gonna like destroy our apartment right?” Mia asks as she watches a snap from Alessia showing Connor and Brian raiding their cupboards.

“No, Les is there. She’ll make the behave.” 

“She’s letting them eat your Oreo's.” 

“NO SHE’S NOT!” He looks over at her screen that is playing a video of Shawn stuffing four Oreo's in his mouth. 

“Well now Shawn’s about to owe me $100 dollars and a new box of Oreo's.”

“You did not make a bet too!” Mia shoves Connor’s shoulder. “It’s bad enough that Shawn and Brian were making bets. I do not need the father of my child wagering our nursery money on the gender.” 

“We’re about to be $150 dollars richer.” 

“You said $100.” 

“Yeah, $100 from Shawn and $50 from Brian.” 

Mia rolls her eyes as their doctor enters the room. Suddenly the air gets thick and the tension settles showing off the young parents nerves.

“Are we ready?” Their doctor Steph asks. 

“So ready!” Connor nods, leaning closer to Mia, interlocking their fingers.

They stare into each others eyes as Steph moves the wand around on Mia’s small belly bump. 

“And there,” Steph points to the screen, gathering both Connor and Mia’s attention. “Is your,” She clicks a few buttons and resets the wand. “Your little girl.” She smiles at the couple.

“I KNEW IT!” Connor erupts, standing and jumping. 

Once he calms he leans over Mia, planting a kiss to her lips and then her forehead. They both snap from their moment when they hear an unmistakable heartbeat. 

“That’s,” Connor smiles. 

“That’s her little heartbeat. It’s really strong, I like that.” Steph nods. “She’s doing perfect.” 

Mia smiles, looking at the screen and then back to Connor. Her face drops when she notices that he’s on his phone, typing in a few things.

“Connor? Really?” 

“Sorry,” He taps the screen a few more times. “Was just getting that Isabella sign.” He grins, stuffing his phone back into his pocket.

“You couldn’t wait 15 minutes until we were done?” Mia asks.

“He’s excited, let him have his fun.” Steph pats Mia’s arm. 

“I knew it was a little Princess.” He gives Mia a smug smile. “You gave me shit for buying that dress, but I fucking knew it.” 

“Okay Potty Mouth, you were right.” 

He bites his lip, leaning in for another kiss. Appreciating his girlfriend, and the fact that she’s carrying his daughter. DAUGHTER. How crazy is that?

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They cautiously open the door their apartment, one expecting a rager while the other was impatiently bouncing to collect his money. 

“Guys?” Mia calls out when all she’s met with is silence.

“Living room!” Alessia calls back, all three guests standing to greet the newly informed couple. “Well?” She asks when they walk in.

Connor grins, looking to Mia receiving the go ahead no. “Boys,” He looks back to Shawn and Brian. “Pay the fuck up because we’re having a girl!” He calls, voice booming through the whole apartment. 

Alessia screams in excitement bounding over the coffee table to get to Mia. 

“Fuck me!” Brian groans.

“Shit man,” Shawn shakes his head. “Congrats though, I know you wanted a girl. I’m happy for you.” 

“I just wanted a healthy baby.” Connor shakes his head.

“Yeah,” Brian nods, slapping a 50 dollar bill into Connor’s hand. “But we all know you really wanted a girl, you didn’t hide it well.” 

“I knew it, can’t deny it.” He shrugs nonchalantly. 

“He already bought the name plate that goes over the crib.” Mia grins, wrapping her arms around Connor from behind. “We don’t even have a crib.” She kisses between his shoulder blades and curls her fingers into his jacket.

“Your little girls already got you wrapped around her finger.” Brian teases Connor.

“Blame her Mom.” Connor responds, causing Mia to let out a loud gasp. 

“Excuse you.” Mia leaves a playful smack to Connor’s chest. “You’ve been whipped for this little girl since she found out about her.” 

“Can you blame me?”

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Game Plan | Part 4

Today marked Mia being officially 3 months pregnant and to say Connor was excited would be an understatement. 

The man was absolutely infatuated with his unborn child, it’s adorable. It’s all he can think about, it’s all he can talk about, it’s all he can dream about.

“Mi!” He calls, camera hanging from the strap around his neck. He’s standing in front of the tall windows of their apartment, where the sunset is showcasing a beautiful pink and purple sky.

“What?” 

“Come here, and bring my jersey please!” He moves the curtains to the far end of the rod so they won’t mess up his shot. 

Mia turns down the hall, curious as to what he’s up to and what he needs his jersey for. “Whatcha doing Con?” 

He turns on the balls of his feet at the sound of her voice, big goofy smile on his face at the sight of her. Mia’s got her hair up in a high ponytail, her bangs are clipped to the side. She wears black leggings and a tight dark plain blue shirt. His jersey in her hands. 

“Hey Gorgeous,” He leans over and kisses her forehead. “Hey Rug-Rat.” He grins, crouching down to kiss her belly. 

“Rug-Rat?” She giggles, looking down to where he’s face to face with her belly. 

“My little Rug-Rat.” He stands back up. “Can you stand right here?” He positions her in front of the window. “Perfect.” 

He steps back, bringing the camera to his eye. 

“No Con, you didn’t say you were taking pictures of me.” 

“But it’s 3 months!” He whines. “Please!” 

“You took pictures of me in bed this morning Connor!” 

“That was for the campaign I’m submitting shots to.” He explains, remembering how much of a fight it was to get her to pose for him in some Tommy Hilfiger pieces. 

“Connor, I’m not your model.” 

“These are just for me.” He pleads. 

She huffs, crossing her arms, pouting at him but he takes the shot anyway. Smiling at the cute pout on her face. “Okay, one more and then I’m done.” 

“What is it?” 

“Can you put my jersey on?” 

She gives him a funny look, but slips her shirt off and slips his jersey on. He bites his lip as he watches her readjust the over sized jersey on her frame.

“Now can you raise it so it shows off your belly?” 

“Connor there is no bump!” She argues, already knowing what he’s trying to do.

“Yes there is!” 

“No there isn’t, it’s my body I woul-”

“I know you and your body better than you know yourself, I promise there is a baby bump. My Rug-Rat is peeping out. Please? I just wanna try this shot.” 

She sighs and bunches up his jersey, holding it right beneath her breasts. He turns her to the side a little, having her look down and smile. He takes a few pictures, before rushing to set the timer on his camera, set the camera up on his tripod, and kneel in front of her. He holds her hips and kisses her belly as the shutter goes off after 10 seconds. 

“You’re so cheesy.” She whispers as he looks up at her, the shutter going off without her knowing. 

“You love it.” 

“I love you.” 

He smiles, surging up to kiss her lips this time. “I love you and my Rug-Rat so much.” 

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The next day Connor rushes into the apartment, target bag hanging from his fingertips. 

“Mi! I’m back!” He calls as he sets his keys down on the counter, digging through the plastic bag. 

“How was class?” She asks, stopping short when she sees the target bag. “What did you get?” 

“Look!” He pulls a small princess dress out of the bag. 

The smile on his face is undeniable. His cheeks are pink and his eyes are sparkling. 

“Connor,” She sighs, shaking her head as he holds up the dress like it’s a prize from the carnival. “Why would you buy this?”

“Look how cute it is! Why wouldn’t I buy this?”

“Connor we don’t even know if it’s a girl yet.” 

“I know my Rug-Rat is a little princess. I know it!” He waves Mia off, turning the dress to face himself so he can look at it again. 

“And if it’s a prince?” 

“Then I’ll save the dress for my princess.” He shrugs.

“Oh really?” She walks up to him, taking the dress from his hands and setting it on the counter so she can have his attention. “We’re already talking about more babies?” 

“I mean,” He scratches the back of his neck, avoiding eye contact. 

“It’s a very cute dress Connor.” She smiles, taking his face into her hands. “But let’s not buy anymore clothes until we know if it’s a prince or princess okay? That’s what we decided on.” 

“I know, I went to get more notebooks and pens, but I couldn’t help myself when I walked past the baby section. And then I saw the dress and like melted right there in the middle of target imagining my little girl with your red hair and hazel eyes running around asking me to be her prince and dance with her.” 

Mia pouts at the thought, letting her fingers slide to the back of his head and scratch his scalp. “That’s adorable.” 

“I just have such a good feeling it’s a girl.” 

“We’ll find out soon enough.” 

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Later that night Mia stands in the kitchen stirring the boiling noodles while Connor sits at the table studying. She's humming along to a John Mayer song that’s been stuck in her head all day. 

“Hey Babe.” Connor speaks up softly, not wanting to ruin the peaceful vibe in the apartment. 

“Mhm?” She responds, opening a jar of Alfredo sauce.

“What do you think of Isabella?” 

“Who?” She turns, eyebrows furrowed. She stares at Connor who’s looking down into a book, mumbling a few things to himself. “Connor.” She says to get his attention. “Who?”

“Oh, no just the name.” He clarifies. “The name Isabella. What do you think?” 

“For what?” She asks leaning against the counter. 

“My Rug-Rat.” He smiles. 

“I thought you were studying, that’s why you couldn’t help me with dinner?” She puts a hand on her hip giving him a pointed look.

“I am studying.” He looks back down.

“Oh yeah, and what are you studying?” 

“The giant book of baby names.” He mumbles, wincing when she sighs. When he looks back up she’s got her back towards him, dumping the jar of sauce into a bowl to heat up. 

“Connor.” She turns, but before she can say anything else he cuts her off.

“Isabella Rose Brashier.” 

She gasps then, staring at him with wide eyes. “Rose is my middle name.” 

“I know, Mia Rose.” He smirks, winking at her when she rolls her eyes. “It’s gorgeous, you’re gorgeous, and my Rug-Rat is gorgeous. So what do you think? Isabella Rose Brashier.” 

“And if Isabella is a boy?” She raises an unimpressed eyebrow.

“Issac?” He offers.

“Issac David?” She counters. 

“Issac David Brashier.” Connor says out loud, smiling at the way it sounds. “I love it.” 

“I love the names you’ve chosen.” Mia says turning back to the noodles. 

Connor stands, walking over to Mia and hugging her from behind. “Yeah? You really like the names?” 

“They’re perfect, like you.” She blushes.

“How can I help you with dinner?” 

“You can butter the bread.” 

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“Babe, what do you think of this?” Connor asks as she climbs into bed after brushing her teeth.

She leans over looking at his phone, ripping it from his hands when she sees that he’s looking at a name plate that is hung over a crib. He’s personalized it to say Isabella, with roses the main theme of the plate. 

“Connor David we don’t know if it’s a girl yet!” She closes him out of the etsy page, shaking her head. 

“But it’s so fucking cute.” 

“It is, you’re not wrong. But we don’t know if it’s an Isabella yet.”

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Game Plan | Part 3

He doesn’t know how to feel when he walks in the door after practice. She had practically pushed him out the door with his gear once they had the answer to the test. He wasn’t sure how to take that reaction.

“Con?” She calls when he shuts the door, toeing his shoes off.

“Yeah?”

“Hey,” He hears her softly murmur. He rounds the corner, finding her on the couch. She’s snuggled into her blanket. 

He looks at her, seeing his whole future flash in his eyes before the burn of her not wanting him there when they found out that she was pregnant sears through his heart. He walks past into the bedroom, not really acknowledging her. 

Mia sighs, her own thoughts and doubts clouding her mind. Standing she makes her way to the room, taking a seat on the corner of the bed as he changes into sweats and tee shirt.

“Are you mad at me?” She asks softly, picking her nails.

“No, just feels like you’re pushing me away.” He turns to look at her. 

“I don’t mean to. I’m not pushing you away, I just didn’t want you to miss practice and be benched. I didn’t want you to ruin your football career the way I’ve ruined your life.” She whispers, voice caught in her throat as the words slip from her tongue. 

He drops the shirt he was holding and crouches in front of her, taking her hands and squeezing them in his own. 

“Hey!” He forces her to look at him. “That’s not true, that’s so far from the truth.” He shakes his head, heart breaking at the thought of her feeling this way. “Baby, have you been sitting here since I left thinking that?” 

“Yeah.” She hiccups, wiping her tearful eyes with the sleeve of his sweatshirt she’s wearing.

“Baby!” He cries, lunging up and tackling her on the bed. “Oh my god stop!” He holds her close, rolling to his back so she has to lay on top of him. “You haven’t ruined my life.” He kisses the top of her head. “I promise Baby, I’m so happy right now.” 

“You are?” 

“Of course I am. Honestly, I sat here praying you were pregnant when you took the test today. I’m so excited to have a future with you and to raise a family with you.” 

“But we’re so young.” 

“We’ll figure it out, we’ve got time to figure out a game plan. It’s okay.” 

“But-”

“Let’s not worry about everything today okay? Let’s just be happy we created a miracle.” 

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2 days later they’re in the waiting room of an obstetrician’s office. He’s holding her hand while they wait, playing with her fingers and smiling at her every time she looks over at him. 

“Mia Burke.” Is called by a nurse who’s just opened the door that leads to the back of the office. They both stand, him smiling and her avoiding eye contact as they walk through the door. 

The nurse takes them to room 4, letting them know that the doctor would be in soon and to take a seat. Once she closes the door Connor helps Mia up onto the exam bed, and then sits in the roller stool next to the counter.

She takes a deep breath and he leans over to hold her hand again.

“Con,” She sighs look at him. “I’m really scared.” 

“Why? Baby I told you that we’re okay. Everything is okay.” He kisses her knuckles in hopes of soothing her.

“I’m just nervous.” She shrugs. 

“I know,” He nods, “Me too. But look, I’m right here. I’m gonna hold your hand the whole time.” He says in a way so that she knows he doesn’t just mean the appointment but through their lives together. 

Before they know it the doctor has arrived, taking note of the symptoms and sending Mia off to pee in a cup so they can thoroughly check. 

Connor bounces his leg, letting his nerves run free when she leaves the room. He wants to be strong for her, wants to be the person she needs to lean on, but he’s on the verge of freaking out himself. This is a scary time. He’s life has gone from football and Mia, to now a family and Mia. He’s got so much more to think about now, so much more responsibility. 

Mia walks back in the room, walking to him instead of the table. He looks up, following her movements with his eyes and then realizing that she wants to sit on his lap. He sits straight, opening his arms and wrapping them around her when she sits. 

“I’m sorry for earlier.” She rests her head on his shoulder. 

“Why?” 

“I just don’t know why I’m so emotional. So I’m sorry.” 

“Look at me.” He leans back so she has to look in his eyes. “If I hear you apologize for any of this again ‘m going to lose my mind.” He chuckles a little. “It’s breaking my heart that you feel like you need to apologize to me. I got you pregnant, me, I did it. That’s my kid in there. I did it, and I’m so proud I did because the love of my life is having my kid.” He rests his hand softly on her belly.

Tears well in her eyes at his words, everything she’s been worried about floats away at his reassuring demeanor. 

“And you can be as emotional as you need to be okay? As your boyfriend and Baby Daddy it’s my job to be here for you. So let me be here for you okay? I love you so much, you’re my whole world.” 

“You’re everything Connor David.” She smiles, eyes watering but full of love. 

He leans up, waiting for her, grinning before she plants her lips on his. He breathes her in, squeezes her a little tighter and hums at her taste.

The doctor knocks at the door prompting them to part. She jumps back to the bed as the doctor and nurse walk through the door.

“Well Mia, you’re 8 weeks pregnant, and I’d like to do a sonogram to check on a few things.” 

Mia does as told, getting comfortable and lifting her shirt a bit. Right before they squeeze the blue gel to her belly she reaches out, Connor taking her hand and winking at her. 

“You’re everything Mia Rose.”

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Game Plan | Part 2

The phone rings three times before he answers, each ring seeming to last hours longer than the other. 

“Babe? I’m in the middle of class, what’s wrong?” 

“Fuck sorry I thought you were out at 2.” She sobs.

“Are you crying? What the fuck is going on?” 

“I just need you right now.” 

“Okay, what’s wrong?”

“I didn’t want to tell you over the phone.” 

“Tell me what?” He insists, starting to freak out a little. 

“Connor, I think I’m pregnant.” Mia whispers, the tears escaping her eyes as she squeezes them shut.

“What?” He gasps.

“I’m really late, really really late.” 

“Okay, okay okay.” He rushes back into his classroom, grabbing his things hastily and rushing out the door. 

“Don’t be mad.” She sobs, hand covering her mouth.

“What?” He stops in the hall. “Why would I be mad?” 

“I know you didn’t-”

“Babe it takes two to tango, I know the risks of our physical activities.” He smirks, biting his lip. “Where are you?” 

“I’m in a Target parking lot. I just bought the test. I’m about to go home.” 

“Okay,” He rushes to the parking garage. “Don’t take the test without me. I want to be there. Okay? I’ll meet you at home.” 

“Connor, you have practice.” 

“I have a short break between class and practice, it’ll be okay.” Practice was the last thing on his mind right now. 

“No Connor.” She argues.

“I’m not going to practice until I find out. I’ll meet you at home.” 

“Con-” She stares at her phone like it’s foreign when she realizes that he’s hung up on her. 

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She pulls into the locked underground parking of their apartment, spotting him leaned against his car. She’s grumbling under her breath as she gets out. 

“Connor David it is a 20 minute drive from campus, we got off the phone 8 minutes ago.” She slams her car door, glaring at him.

“I needed to be home.” 

“You could’ve been pulled over or in an accident, there's no way you made it here without going at least 70.” 

He just shrugs, turning and walking to the elevator that will take them up to their apartment floor. 

“Connor you need to go to practice.” She gripes as they wait together. 

“I know!” He looks over at her with a stern look. “But I’m finding out first.”

The rest of the wait for the elevator is silent, and when machine beeps they both step through the opening doors. She stands against a wall, him the other. It’s dead silent, and the tension is thick. 

“Talk to me.” He whispers, reaching his hand out for hers. 

He laces their fingers together, tugging her into his body, wrapping his arms around her waist.

“I just don’t want you to be mad.” She mumbles into his chest.

“Hey,” He squeezes her tighter. “I’m not mad.” 

“You just seem upset.” 

“I’m freaking out a little bit, but I’m okay Babe.” He kisses her forehead.

“I don’t know if I am.” She stutters over a breath.

“Then let me be here for you.” He rubs her back as the doors open, leading them down the hall to their apartment door. 

He unlocks the door, ushering her in and shutting the door behind himself. 

They give each other hesitant stares as they walk to their bathroom, he plants a sweet kiss to her lips before letting her head in. 

“Wait!” He sticks his hand into the door before she can close it. “Let me call coach first.” 

“Why?” She asks confused. That’s the last person she would think he would want to talk to.

“To tell him I can’t make it to practice today.” 

“What no! Connor, you’re going to practice.” 

“But I want to be here with you.” 

“You will be, after practice. You’re going, no matter what the result is.” 

“But-” 

“I’m telling you right now, you’re going to practice no matter the answer, or I’m not gonna take this test right now.” 

He sighs, nodding and motioning to her to take the test. 

He bites on his nails as he waits for her. For an odd reason he feels calm. When he thought about a moment like this in the past he felt like he would freak out, that he would go crazy. But right here, in this moment, he knows that they’d be okay. The thought of having a little human, a perfect mix between him and Mia, running around the apartment makes his heart take off in a sprint. 

It really surprises him that he’s wishing and praying that this test comes out positive.

The door opens and he jumps up from his spot on the corner of their bed.

“Well?” He asks.

“Still have to wait a few minutes, thought maybe we could wait them out together.” She nervously replies. 

“Of course, come here Baby.” He opens his arms for her. 

“Don’t say anything,” She nuzzles her face into his chest. “Just hold me and breathe with me.” 

“Okay Baby.” He nods.

So they breathe, in silence, inhaling and exhaling. It’s become peaceful in their room. They’re standing there putting their faith and trust into the other, willing each other to get through this moment. 

Her alarm on her phone dings and makes them both jump. 

“It should be ready.”

 “Okay,” He nods, walking with her to the bathroom. “Do you want me to look or no?” He asks.

“You can look.” She nods, gripping his hand tightly as she picks the stick up off the tub ledge. 

They both look down, scanning over the pink stick. 

“Holy shit.” He breathes out. 

His prayers have come true. She’s pregnant.