What To Expect | Ch. 16 | A Jake Seresin Fic
Previous Part | Masterlist | Next Part word count: 5.7k synopsis: "Exes can have a baby, right?", a story in which Jake finds himself having a baby with the one person who can't even stand the sight of him. Slow burn, exes to lovers. warnings: pregnancy, vomiting, CHILD BIRTH, blood, cursing, questions of paternity, mentions of infidelity, this is it. this is the end.
There was one thing that Jake hated being woken up by, and that was the sound of a barking dog. Herc hardly ever barked, unless it was at the mailman or at Fanboy (which they couldn’t figure out why). Jake had trained Herc to be a protector and knew that his barking was a sign of danger and trouble. Which was why Jake was confused when the dog burst into his room at 2AM and started barking up a storm.
“Herc! Shut up!” Jake yelled, and grabbed a pillow to throw in his direction, but it didn’t deter the dog a bit. Instead, Herc jumped up on the guest bed and started nudging and licking Jake’s face, “No, Herc! Get down!” But Herc did not listen and continued to bother his owner until Jake completely sat up in bed, “What!? Do you need to go out!?”
Herc jumped down from the bed and ran out the room, and Jake rolled his eyes. Of all days for Herc to wake Jake up early, it had to be on the one day he had off. Jake got out of bed and grabbed a sweatshirt from the floor, throwing it on with just a pair of boxers on his lower half. He padded down the hall towards the stairs but instead of finding Herc waiting by the front door, he found him pacing around in the living room and you sitting on the couch. Jake quickly ran down the stairs, and over to you.
“What’s going on?” Jake asked.
You let out a low groan and Jake’s eyes widened. You leaned forward a bit and Jake grabbed your hands, giving you something to help ground you, until the contraction subsided, “I’m having contractions.”
“Since when?”
“Uh,” You looked at the large clock above the fireplace, “Two hours now.”
“Two hours!?” You winced at the sound of Jake’s voice, “Why didn’t you get me sooner? Why did you send Herc?”
“Didn’t want to bother you,” You said and Jake frowned.
Things had still been plenty awkward between the two of you. Even though you two had the results of the paternity test, things still hadn’t patched over. You still hadn’t told Jake one hundred percent of why you had the test done behind his back, and Jake frankly could not find it in him to care. All that really mattered was the truth had been found.
“Ah, fuck, Jake,” You cried again as the searing pain in your back returned.
The whole night you had been feeling unimaginable pain in your back. You thought that it was just pregnancy pain, the general discomfort that came with being 40 weeks along. But then the pain started to radiate in your stomach, and you felt the skin get tight for about thirty seconds and subside. You knew then that this was just more than pregnancy pain, this was labor pain. You walked around your bedroom for probably an hour trying to think of what to do. You knew you should’ve woken Jake as soon as the pain started, but you didn’t want this to just be a false alarm, and he woke up cranky on his day off. Then you attempted to come downstairs and make yourself some tea, and that’s when the pain seemed to increase. You couldn’t make it back up the stairs, so you sent Herc to go get Jake instead.
“Did you call the midwife?” Jake asked as you relaxed back into the couch after the contraction subsided.
You shook your head, “The contractions aren’t regular enough to call her. It’s every twenty minutes or so. They need to be closer.”
“Well then who do I call?” Jake was trying hard not to panic. No matter how many hours of those classes you and Jake attended, they can never fully prepare you for the real thing. He was usually mister calm, cool and collected in high stress situations but he was a bit out of his depth here.
“No one, Jake, it’s two in the morning.”
Jake chuckled a bit and shook his head, “Only our baby would start their descent into the world at two in the morning.”
You looked up at Jake, a small smile on your face and he squeezed your hand. You opened your mouth to say something, probably to apologize, but you felt the sudden wave of nausea roll over you. Jake’s eyes widened, knowing exactly how to read your body language. He quickly jumped up from the floor and ran to the bathroom to grab the small trash can. Somehow by the grace of God, he made it back before you could vomit all over the floor.
“I got you,” Jake rubbed your back as you got sick. He pushed your hair back behind your shoulders so it wouldn’t get puke on it.
“You can go, I’ll be fine,” You groaned as you heaved again.
“In sickness and in health,” Jake said and you glanced up at him for a moment.
“People say that when they get married.”
Jake nodded, “I’m aware. Do you want to lay down or keep sitting?”
— — —
The morning seemed to go by painstakingly slow. Neither one of you had gotten much sleep since being woken up. Your contractions were still far apart, which allowed you some time to relax and close your eyes, but the second the pain started up again, you were wide awake. Jake had waited until a later hour in the morning to call your mom and Alyssa, the two other people you wanted at the house when you gave birth. Sarah was a bit annoyed that Jake had waited so long, knowing that she wanted to be there with you to help you through the pain, but she could understand Jake’s logic.
You were currently sitting on the exercise ball, Jake sitting on the couch behind you and massaging your shoulders. Alyssa had placed a box fan right in front of you, which was helping cool your overheated body. Your midwife, Connie, had arrived not that long ago to give you an exam and see how far dilated you were. Everyone thought you would be farther along than you were, but you were only three centimeters dilated and your water was completely intact.
“Why is this taking so long?” You groaned and rested your head back against Jake’s chest.
“I don’t know,” Jake said, and pushed some of the flyaways that fell from the braid your hair was in, “What do you need?”
“I need a fucking sandwich,” You said and Jake chuckled, “Spicy Chicken sandwich from Wendy’s.”
“Very specific,” Jake said and then looked at Connie, “Can she have that?”
“I would stick to something with more nutrition and carbs,” Connie said and looked at the heart monitor. You looked up at Jake and gave him your best puppy dog eyes that you could muster up. “But if she wants a chicken sandwich, I can’t stop her.”
“Please?” You begged, “Your daughter wants it.”
“Mhm, sure she does,” Jake said and reached over to the coffee table to grab his phone.
“Who are you texting?”
“Bradshaw,” Jake answered and you furrowed your eyebrows, “You think I’m going to sit in a drive through and miss any of this? He was wanting an update anyway.”
You bit the inside of your cheek before speaking up, “You’re talking to Bradley?” Jake nodded. You thought that their friendship had been destroyed after the whole paternity mess. But it made you happy that they could put their differences aside and remain friends. Just like how you hadn’t been talking to Jake, you hadn’t really been talking to Bradley either.
“He said he’ll be here soon with food,” Jake said and placed his phone back down. You sat up and Jake bent down to kiss the top of your head.
“I’m gonna go wait in the kitchen, if you need anything just yell,” Connie said and left the two of you alone. You were thankful for Connie, she seemed to care for exactly what you needed at this moment. You shifted a bit to get more comfortable on the floor, and let out a sigh.
“You never told me why you did it,” Jake said, brushing his fingertips up and down your arms as they rested on his thighs, “Why did you do the test now when you knew there was a possi-”
“I never knew there was a possibility,” You said, “It never crossed my mind until your dad said something to me.”
Jake furrowed his eyebrows, “When did he talk to you?” Jake was pretty much by your side the whole time his parents were around.
“He called the night you were in the hospital,” You said.
“What!? Where was I?”
“Sleeping,” You sighed and turned your body to face Jake. His face was unreadable as he tried to process the new information.
— — —
You always thought Jake looked the most at peace when he was sleeping. He was naturally beautiful, but when he was asleep and his features were resting, he looked like the real snow white. A beautiful sleeping prince. You gently ran your hand over the bandage on his forehead. He had already made a comment about seeing a plastic surgeon so he didn’t have a ‘scar like Potter’ on his forehead. But you didn’t care if he had a scar on his forehead, he was still beautiful to you.
The shrill ring of his phone snapped you out of your daze, and you rushed to answer it before Jake could wake up. Your eyebrows furrowed at the caller ID, but you stood up quietly from your chair and stepped into the hallway to answer it.
“Hello Mr. Seresin, it’s Y/N,” You answered sweetly, using your best teacher voice.
“Hello dear,” Mr. Seresin said and you had to stop yourself from gagging. George always talked down to you like you were a young girl who didn’t know any better. “Where is Jacob?”
“He is currently asleep. What can I help you with?”
“I need to talk to my son.”
“I’m sorry, Mr. Seresin, I can’t do that. But you can talk to me, since I know this conversation is probably about my daughter.” You could only imagine the fury in his green eyes at your words. You swore you could hear him clenching his jaw, and knew that the vein in his forehead was probably popping out.
There was a beat of silence before Mr. Seresin spoke, “If you think that you are going to pass that bastard child off as Jake’s, you are wrong.”
“This baby is Jake’s,” You sneered.
“Are you so sure about that?” Mr. Seresin said and you gripped the phone tighter in your hand. You knew about his scare tactics. He had been using them on you since you met Jake. He had a way of playing with your head, getting you to believe that you weren’t good enough for Jake, “You two have been broken up for sometime. You really think that he hasn’t found solace in another woman. He brought a lovely woman named Jennifer home not that long ago to his sister’s birthday party.”
You tried to let his words bounce right off your skin, but it wasn’t helping. You knew that Jake probably reverted back to his old playboy ways when the two of you broke up, but you didn’t like to think about it. You liked to tell yourself that he was just as miserable as you were when you broke up. You had spent every single night crying into your pillow. When you moved home, you didn’t leave your room for two weeks. It took Stephanie, Alyssa and your mother to help you get up from your bed because your body was just so weak. You had lost a ridiculous amount of weight from not eating and crying.
“What are you trying to get at, George?” You asked, and leaned your back up against the wall.
“Don’t you think for one damn second that I won’t take this case to court. I will sue you for all that you got for trying to defame my family name and ruin my son’s life.”
“This isn’t ruining his life!” You yelled.
“It will if he finds out that the baby is not his. If you want this to go away, you will get the paternity test done. Or it’ll be a long battle in court. And let the results come back a match for my son, we’ll fight you for custody.”
You thought your heart was going to stop right then and there in your chest. Your throat constricted in fear as tears welled up in your eyes. George Seresin was not a man that you wanted to hear the words “will fight you in court” come from his lips. Because he meant it.
He was notorious for suing people and winning. He sued his own siblings right out of their shares of the Seresin Ranch. He had high class lawyers, who would dig up and find any information they possibly could on you to use it against you. George had the power to swing the judges, to get in their ears and make them a friend for his side. And Jake was too scared of his father to be able to protect you. Your parents would do what they could, offer you their family lawyer and probably pay for it all. But you couldn’t risk them losing everything they had worked for.
You swallowed hard and said barely above a whisper, “I’ll get the test done.”
You could basically hear the sinister smile that stretched across George’s mouth through the receiver. You could only picture him snapping his fingers at some assistant of his to grab him a cigar and a glass of whiskey, as if he was celebrating some big win or stock investment.
“Good, I know you weren’t that stupid,” George said, “Get the test done immediately and send us the results.”
“Yeah,” You responded.
“It is not ‘yeah’, it is ‘yes, sir’,” George yelled and you jumped at the sound of his voice, “Didn’t that flyboy father of yours teach you any sort of respect!”
Your back straightened as you had tears rolling down your cheeks, “Yes sir,” You answered, “He did teach me respect. You will get the results as soon as I have them.”
“Don’t fuck this up. Or you will never raise your child.”
— — —
Jake’s jaw was dropped as you leaned forward to throw up into the bucket again. He knew his dad was evil and vile, but he didn’t know that he was this evil and vile. The one time Jake made the comment about taking you to court for custody, he immediately felt guilty. The last thing he’d ever want to do is take a child away from their mother. He knew damn well he couldn’t raise a child on his own, his career aside, Jake didn’t know the first thing about babies. He blinked a couple times as the sound of you retching met his ears and he snapped out of his repertoire and rubbed your back.
“I’m so sorry,” Jake whispered, and all you could do was nod as you waited for the nausea and the contraction to subside.
“I need to stand,” Your voice was gravely from the acid you just spit-up. Jake moved from his spot on the couch, so you could turn on your hands and knees to stand up. However, you found the spot of laying your upper body on the couch very comfortable, “Nevermind, I’m staying here.”
Jake chuckled, “Pretty sure that’s the position in how we got here.”
“Jacob Thomas,” You gasped and looked over your shoulder at him. Jake laughed a bit louder as he came to kneel behind you. He gently grabbed your hips and pressed his hands to your lower back, applying counter pressure, “Fuck, that feels amazing.”
“Yeah, you said that-”
“Enough!” You giggled.
“Sorry,” Jake said, and leaned down to kiss your bare shoulder. You had stripped off your shirt ages ago, and it lay somewhere in the living room. The only thing you were wearing was a sports bra and a pair of Jake’s boxers.
You looked back at him, “Thank you for all this.”
“Hey, I helped create her,” His large hands went to your bump, gently lifting it up relieving some of the pressure in your hips, “The least I can do is help you get through this.”
— — —
Bradley looked slightly confused as he leaned against the doorway. “Is she even human? I thought labor was supposed to be the most painful experience known to human history. . .how the hell is she asleep?” He looked at your sleeping body from the otherside of the living room. It was going on hour 10 of labor and you were exhausted. He and Ice brought food for everyone at the house, and the spicy chicken sandwich you had requested.
When Rooster heard the news that you were going into labor, he had a hard time calming his nerves. He paced around his house for hours, waiting for an update. He got so antsy he decided to drive to Ice’s house. He was surprised to see Maverick there, but much like his godson, he was having a hard time keeping his nerves in check. Ice put the two of them to work, helping him fix up the backyard for the summer.
“There’s a point during birth where the body and mind just get so tired that they shut down,” Connie explained, “It’s like a computer crashing when it gets overworked. She’s not in a deep REM sleep, but she’s resting. It’s good, saves her energy for active labor.”
“I’m gonna go switch him spots,” Rooster said, and looked back towards the couch. Jake was watching the rise and fall of your chest, still holding your hand as you slept, “Give him a chance to eat.”
Sarah nodded as Bradley walked into the room, and tapped Jake’s shoulder. Wordlessly, Jake stood up from his chair and hugged Bradley, before going into the kitchen to eat. Rooster sighed as he sat down next to your sleeping frame, and gently ran a hand over your belly. He was going to miss the sight of your growing bump, but he was going to love the sight of seeing your daughter even more. You started to stir, and Rooster sat up a bit straighter. A small whimper left your mouth and his eyes widened at the sight of your belly moving.
“Ow,” You cried. Your eyes were still shut, but you reached a hand out towards whoever was sitting next to you. Rooster grabbed your hand, squeezing it tightly.
“Breath, Bug,” Rooster said, “In through your nose, out through your mouth.” You nodded, eyes still closed as you took a deep breath and let it out slowly through pursed lips. You took a couple deep breaths as you squeezed Rooster’s hand tightly. He wasn’t sure when you got so strong, but he thought you might break his hand. When the contraction subsided, you slowly fluttered your eyes open and looked at Rooster.
“You’re here,” You said softly, and he smiled at you, “Did you-”
“Your sandwich is in the fridge,” Rooster answered and you laughed, “In the most pain of your life and you still want food.”
“What can I say? I’m a hungry girl,” You shrugged. There was a beat of silence between the two of you before you spoke up, “I’m sorry, Rooster. For everything.”
“You don’t need to be apologizing,” Rooster said, “I should be apologizing to you. I haven’t made this easy on you at all. I love you Bug, I’m always going to love you no matter what.”
“I know, Rooster,” You smiled and he leaned forward to place a kiss on your forehead, “Can you get me my sandwich now?”
Rooster laughed and helped you sit up on the couch. Sarah brought in your sandwich, so you and Rooster can still have some time alone. Jake watched the two of you as you happily ate your sandwich. Over the past couple weeks Jake had come to the realization that nothing was going to take Rooster away from you and vice versa. Jake had once before learned to live with Rooster, and he was prepared to do it again if that was going to make you happy. That’s what he cared about more than anything, it was your overall happiness.
Ice walked over to Jake, as he leaned against the door and placed a hand on the boy’s shoulder. Jake looked up at him.
“You’re a good man, Jake,” Ice said.
Jake scoffed and shook his head, “I’m not a good man, Ice.”
“Well, what do you call a man who stands by the woman who is carrying your child?” Ice asked.
“A man,” Jake said, and finished off his cup of coffee, “Don’t have to be a good man to stand by the woman you love. Just gotta be a man.”
Ice smiled to himself as Jake walked into the living room, and sat down on the other side of you. It was like deja vu, seeing the three of you sitting on the couch, fighting over the carton of fries. Sarah walked over to her husband and put her arms around his waist, and leaned into his side. Ice put his arm around his wife and pulled her in close. They were enjoying their last moments as parents before they became grandparents.
— — —
It was as if everything started moving at super speed. You guessed that the spicy chicken sandwich had done the trick, and your water had broken. And just as Connie had told you, everything started to pick up speed. One moment, you're laying on your side having Jake run his fingers through your hair, and the next you are starting to transition to get ready to push. Your water had broken all over poor Bradley’s shoes and he took that as his que to leave.
“Oh my god!” You groaned. You were on your hands and knees, Jake applying counterpressure to your back. Alyssa was helping Connie get the tub set up in the living room for you to get in. Jake was trying his best not to panic.
“I know Y/N, but you gotta breathe through it,” Connie said, testing the temperature of the water, “Are you ready to move or do you want to stay where you are?”
“I can’t fucking move!” You yelled, which was followed by a loud wail. Jake felt his heart breaking in his chest at the sounds of your cries. He never ever wanted to see you in any sort of pain, “Make it stop! Make it stop, please!”
“Do you want to get in the tub?” Jake asked you, and you nodded letting out a shuddering breath, “Okay, let’s get you moved.”
Jake helped you sit back on your knees as Alyssa stood in front of you and helped pull you to your feet. It felt like the baby had dropped even further into your pelvis as you stood. Jake helped pull the boxers down your legs and then you stepped into the warm water of the tub. You laid back against the side, feeling some relief from being in the water. Jake grabbed the bottom of his shirt to strip it off, when there was a knock at the door.
“Who the fuck is at the goddamn door!” You cursed and Alyssa grabbed your hand, and placed a cool washcloth on your head.
Jake ran to the door and opened it, his jaw dropping in shock.
“Now is not a good fucking time, Margaret,” Jake cursed at his mother.
“I-I know,” Margaret said, her voice shaky and unsteady. In his whole lifetime, Jake had never heard his mother’s voice be so unsure of herself, “Sarah texted me and told me that Y/N was in labor and I. . . I wanted to be here.”
Jake looked over at you as Alyssa fixed your hair into a bun, and helped you adjust in the tub, “She doesn’t need you here. She doesn’t need the added-”
“Jake,” You cried out, “Let her in.”
You made eye contact with Margaret, and the woman looked like she was near tears. Jake looked from you to his mother, and stepped out of the way to let her in.
“Don’t fucking say a word, or I’ll kick you out myself,” Jake threatned, stopping his mom in the doorway.
“I won’t,” Margaret promised.
“Jake! Get in here!” Connie yelled and Jake sprinted towards the tub, taking his shirt off and throwing it somewhere in the living room. Alyssa and Connie helped you sit up, so Jake could climb into the water behind you. Margaret found a spot on the other side of the tub by Sarah. Your mother gave Margaret a small smile as she kneeled down next to her.
“Alright, Y/N when you feel a contraction I want you to push and I’ll count to ten,” Connie answered, and you nodded.
You took a deep breath as you felt a contraction ripple through your body, “Fuck!” You yelled, gripping Jake’s hands tightly. He helped you curl forward as you pushed.
“-Nine, ten!” Connie said and you leaned back against Jake, already completely spent.
You took a couple quick breaths as you prepared to push again. It felt like being ripped apart, as the baby’s head dropped lower and lower. You couldn’t even hear Connie’s encouragement, or Jake’s who was right in your ear the whole time. The blinding pain caused white spots in your vision.
“I can’t. . .” You panted, as your mother wiped the sweat from your forehead. Jake kissed your temple and readjusted your grip on his hands.
“You got this baby,” Jake encouraged as you felt another contraction. He helped you curl forward to push. A scream left your lips as you held his hands tightly. He buried his face in your hair, feeling tears in his eyes at hearing you scream in pain.
“You’re crowning,” Connie said, “Do not push. You’re going to feel the need to push, but do not. You’ll tear.”
“That’s fucking great, Connie,” You sassed, and you felt the rumbling of laughter from Jake, “Sorry.”
“I’ve heard worse,” Connie smiled, “Just take deep breaths and let your body push the baby out. You’ll feel when her head is out.”
“Mom, is she bald?” Jake asked and Margaret looked up at him in shock, “You said I was bald until I was two. Does she have hair or not?”
Margaret looked at you and you nodded, before taking a quick glance and smiled, “She didn’t get your genes, that’s for sure.”
You groaned, feeling a contraction, “Beg to differ, got his big ass head.” The pain was worse than when you were actively pushing. It felt like your body was on fire, and you couldn’t do anything but breathe through it.
“Alright, next contraction, Y/N, you need to push,” Connie said and adjusted her position, sitting up a bit more.
You looked up at Jake, and he nodded, leaning down to place a kiss on your lips, “Bring our girl into the world. C’mon mama,” Jake helped you curl forward as you felt a contraction.
“You’re doing good, sweetheart, keep pushing,” Connie said and you closed your eyes tightly.
You were clenching your jaw so hard you were surprised you weren’t breaking your teeth. You had tears rolling down your cheeks as you pushed with all the strength you had left. You felt your blood rushing past your ears, the only thing helping ground you was Jake’s hands on your own. But then came a rush of relief, as you felt a small body being placed on your chest. You gasped, as if you had been holding your breath underwater, and leaned back against Jake, his large hands covering yours. Your mind was so overclouded with stimulation, that you couldn’t think of words to say, instead you turned your head to Jake, whose eyes were filled with love as he looked at the baby in front of him.
“Did I just have a baby?” You asked and Jake chuckled.
“Yeah, you did,” Jake said, tears in his own eyes. Your baby’s lungs were clearly working as her cries filled the room. You let out an airy laugh as you looked at her, seeing that she had a head full of hair and green eyes. Jake didn’t know that you could feel love at first sight twice in your life, but here he was, being proven wrong.
Alyssa was in total awe seeing her best friend give birth to her goddaughter, and was already thinking of all the ways to spoil her. Sarah put his arm around Margaret pulling her into a hug, having shared the joy in watching their first grandchild being born.
“Wren,” Jake said, and you looked over at him, “Wren Montgomery Kazansky.”
“Seresin,” You added.
“Now that’s a mouthful,” Alyssa said and you chuckled, and you looked down at your little girl.
“But it fits,” You sniffled and ran your fingers over the dark hair on her head, “Wren Montgomery Seresin-Kazansky.”
— — —
You didn’t remember falling asleep, or much of what happened after giving birth. Your brain sort of turned it all off as you watched Connie give Wren her newborn exam, your mother helped clean you up a bit, and you fed Wren for the first time. Somehow you got upstairs to your bed, the soft glow of the lamp filling the darkened room. You groaned a bit, and looked around the room, spotting Jake sitting in the rocking chair. He was shirtless, holding Wren’s tiny body to his chest. You didn’t think she was little when you were delivering but seeing her in Jake’s arms she didn’t look real. She looked like a little babydoll with a cute button nose and chubby cheeks. Jake leaned his head down to kiss her soft head.
“Is that Blackbird?” You asked and Jake looked up at you.
He nodded, “Remember when you tried teaching me it on the guitar. You said it was one of the easiest songs to play.”
“It is,” You smiled. Jake stood up from the rocking chair and walked over to you, sitting on the other side of the bed. Wren was sleeping, her beautiful little face completely relaxed, her little lips slightly parted. You didn’t know that you could fall in love with the noises a newborn made, but it was the best thing you had ever heard in your life.
Jake had let everyone know that Wren was born and told them that he would let them know when they could come visit. You had a very strict rule that there would be no stopping by unannounced, and everyone respected that. Though you know that the dagger squad was itching with excitement to come see her, especially Bob, he loved babies. Your mother, Margaret and Alyssa only stayed for a little bit after the birth, all of them wanting to give you and Jake time to relax with your baby. Your mom was going to stay for a couple days as you and Jake adjusted to being parents.
“How are you feeling?” Jake asked and you glanced up at him for a second too distracted by your little girl.
“I’m fine.”
“Y/N,” Jake gave you a warning and you looked up at him again, “How are you feeling?”
“Still sore, incredibly freaking tired,” You groaned, “I’m also wearing a diaper so that’s super sexy.”
“Matching with Wren,” Jake joked and you gently nudged him, “Are you in pain?”
“Yeah, kinda. Connie said I'll feel cramping as my uterus shrinks. But right now, I’m hungry.”
Jake nodded, “I can go fix you something to eat.You okay with Wren by yourself?”
“Yeah, I’ll be alright. She needs to feed soon,” Jake handed you the baby, making sure you were both secure before kissing your forehead and climbing down from the bed.
Wren cooed in your arms, probably smelling the scent of your milk. You weren’t sure if there was a more perfect baby in the world than Wren Seresin-Kazansky. You gently ran the tip of your finger over her soft face, her eyelashes were fanned out over her cheeks. She looked so much like Jake. Margaret showed you a picture of Jake after he was born, and the similarity was uncanny. You watched as Wren’s face scrunched up and a small cry left her lips.
“Oh baby, are you hungry?” You cooed and pulled the strap of your bra down so you could nurse her. Wren latched easily, her cries ceasing. Jake had made a comment the first time Wren latched about her being like her father, which earned him an eye roll. You gently patted Wren’s back as she nursed, “Blackbird, huh? Is that your nickname? Birdie?” Her eyes opened and looked at you for a moment, before they went closed again.
“Please let it only be a nickname, I’m not sure if I can handle you being a pilot. But, you come from a long line of pilots. Your daddy, your granddaddy, your uncles. I might be outnumbered on that one.” You bent down to place a kiss on Wren’s forehead, “But whatever you want to be, I’ll be proud of you.”
Jake returned back to the room with a plate of snacks and your water cup. You were placing Wren down in her bassinet, the little girl with a full belly and a clean diaper, all content in her swaddle. Jake wasn’t sure if he was ever going to get tired of the sight of you and Wren. He had already changed the background on his phone to a picture of you and her. Though, he was certain that if you found the picture you would tell him to delete it, but you looked amazing for just giving birth to a child.
“How are my girls?” Jake asked, setting the plate of snacks on the bedside table. He gently helped you lay back in bed and adjusted the blankets around you, “Connie said that a heating pad might help you feel better with the cramp, and I got you tylenol. What time did Wren get done feeding? Do you need- why are you looking at me like that?”
You were biting back a bright smile, “Your girls, huh?”
Jake nodded, a smile on his own face, “Yeah, my girls. No matter what, you two will always be my girls.”
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note: there will be an epilogue. . . eventually. but like the rest of my characters I can't say goodbye to Lil Kazansky, Jake and Wren quite yet and I love the asks about their dynamics so keep sending them in! thanks for all the love <3
