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prior to meeting elijah your past relationships weren’t the best—you didn’t have the greatest taste in men and it showed. the boyfriends, if you can even call them that lacked all the characteristics smoke had. they didn’t hold the door for you, buy you flowers, some couldn’t even change a damn tire.
the very first date you guys had was at a nice restaurant downtown. he had finally gotten a day off work and wanted to use it to take the prettiest girl he had met out for a day you deserved. “here’s the bill, i hope you guys enjoyed”, the waiter chirped with a short smile—setting the bill down. you lifted your hand to grab the bill, “what are you doing?”, elijah asked with a confused look. “paying the bill, what do you mean?” — “no ma’am i got it, move those pretty hands back.”
smoke love language is acts of service, he can’t always put it into words how he feels about you but he can show his ole lady how he appreciates her through his actions.
you’ll come home from a long tiresome day at work and your sweet elijah is already there waiting for you on the couch. your favorite tv show or movie turned on, dinner on the stove, snacks to keep you company, and just him. cater 2 you by destiny child? yeah that’s elijah. he’ll gently remove your shoes and place your manicured toes that he paid for might i add, onto his lap and just massage your feet while listening to your day.
smoke’s acts of service definitely is present in the bedroom. he wouldn’t even think about busting a nut until he got you to release that sweet cream at least twice. “come on darlin, you can give me one more right?” southern accent dripping in his voice—his large fingers digging at your sweet spot while rubbing on your sensitive clit. “see i think she can give me on more.”
elijah may not talk as much during sex, but he craves for you to talk to him. he’ll have you folded up in missionary, right leg draped over his shoulder with his plump lips leaving fat wet kissing on your ankle with the anklet that had his name. “come on baby talk to me, how i feel in this good ass pussy, huh?”, slowing down his strokes so you can respond.
a/n :: the people wanted smoke ... i delivered! no guys i felt so excited writing this like omg, i need to fuck this man NEOWW. i almost went overboard on this lil intro tho. i will be continuing and if i don’t yall got permission to cuss me out. also i know @aizawash0e did a firefighter!stack so shoutout to her.
The silence of Michael’s drive home was broken by the chimes of FaceTime. He immediately answered it as his mom’s name passed across the screen.
“Hey ma, what’s up?”
“Nothing. I just wanted to see how you and Charlie were doing?”
Michael could not stop the humorless chuckle that escaped his lips. He was not sure how to tell his mother that they were doing terribly. It had been a week since their fight on set and all the couple knew was a coldness, tension everyone around them could feel and avoided like the plague. They usually had great communication but once one of them put their walls up, their perfectly running machine ground to a screeching halt. It was rare when it happened but when it did, it was bad.
They only interacted on set when needed, the pair barely speaking unless it was to discuss work. Even right now, he had been driving around aimlessly, avoiding the icy winter that plagued his home. He knew he should not be avoiding Charlotte but until he had a better plan or she was willing to open up, he did not have the energy to be ignored for hours on end every single day. He now knew how she felt when he pushed her away last year, however, his reasoning was far less righteous.
He tried to break the tension every once in a while, asking her how she was feeling and checking in when she seemed like she was in pain or upset. But his efforts only resulted in short one word answers. Occasionally, he could hear soft sobbing while she was in the shower or from the couch in the dead of the night. But when he tried to comfort her the first time, she just pretended he had misheard and refused to discuss it. From then on, he just gave her her space. He would just lay there and listen, fighting the urge to see about her. That was the hardest part. He was wholly unaccustomed to her rejecting him in that way. He loved being her soft place to land, her comfort and safety, her arms to retreat to when she was struggling.
But she would not yield, refusing to show him any vulnerability or emotion. Vulnerability had always required minimal coaxing and prying from Charlotte but it had been so long since she shut him out to this degree, since she refused to let him help her. However, he knew only time and space would break down her walls. So as hard as it was, he gave her that, hoping time would ease her pain and soften her resolve.
“It’s… it’s not great. We’re both takin’ it hard.”
“How are you?”
He let out a low whistle and shook his head. He kept his eyes trained on the road, avoiding his mom’s expectant and loving eyes. He was a mama’s boy at heart, his mother always knew how to cut through the layers to get to the heart of whatever ailed him. And right now, he needed that.
The real answer, not ok, felt totally insufficient. Fatherhood had always been a dream of his, something he yearned for. Finding out Charlotte was pregnant had been one of the happiest moments of his life to date. In his mind, he saw their child and their future family as clear as a movie playing out in front of him. They had only known for a few short weeks but they had started to plan, wrapping up so much excitement and hope into that precious growing life. And in an instant, it was gone. No rhyme or reason, washed away as quickly and randomly as a sandcastle on the beach. And Michael had been fortunate not to experience a great deal of grief in his life but this pain felt unbearable.
And those quiet moments when Charlotte was asleep were his only opportunities to mourn this person they never got to meet. When he was not quietly mourning, he could only feel concern and worry for his wife, who was not processing her own grief at all..
“I dunno, ma. J-just worried about Els.”
His mom shook her head. “I didn’t ask about Charlie. I’m a mother, I know how she’s doing. I asked how you are doing.”
The back of his hand wiped a falling tear. “I don’t know… I’m mad, I’m disappointed, I’m sad. And I know we can try again but seeing how Els is doing… I dunno if I even want to. I don’t think I can watch her go through this again.”
The call fell silent for a moment, his mother mulling over his words on the other end of the call. Michael watched as cars whipped through the intersection he was stopped at as he waited for her to say something, to impart her usual maternal wisdom that he still sought out and desperately needed at his old age.
“Have you two talked about any of it yet? Your feelings and hers?”
“She doesn’t want to talk to me, ma. I’ve tried and I’ve tried but she just acts like I’m not even there. She’s just throwing herself into work like nothing happened. It feels like she’s angry with me or somethin’…”
“She isn’t mad at you, Bakari… she’s mad at herself.”
“Why would you think that? She didn’t do anything wrong.”
Donna shrugged, leaning back in the rocking chair Michael bought for their backyard. “Just a woman’s intuition. I just see a lot of myself in her. I remember when I first married your dad. I used to believe I didn’t deserve him so I tried to be perfect. The perfect mom and wife, felt like I could never mess up or fall down or be vulnerable. You kids were damn near out of the house before I let that go. When I first met Charlie, I saw the same thing in her. A woman madly in love with someone she did not feel she deserved.”
Michael sighed, his hand gripping the steering wheel in frustration. “I know she felt that when we first got together but it’s been 3 years, we’re married now. And been through too much for her to still believe that.”
“I know yall are basically an old married couple but three years isn’t a long time when stacked against decades of insecurity, Michael. She may not feel it all the time but doubts linger like weeds. You can pull ‘em up and they’ll be gone for a while but they’ll just grow back eventually. You’ve been working for most of your life and you still doubt yourself, right? It’s the same thing. And I imagine this only amplified those doubts for her. So it’s hard to be vulnerable or share her feelings with you when every voice in her head is shouting at her that she failed you. So she pushes you away because that’s less painful than going to you and you affirming those feelings.”
Michael put the car in park as he pulled into his parking spot.
“I would never. You know how much I love and adore her, ma. I-I know we had plans and everything but I’d give every last one up for her. She’s it… she’s everything. I can imagine life without kids but I can’t imagine one without her.”
“I know. And Charlotte knows that too. Just give her time. Take it from me, this ironclad facade always shatters at some point. You just need to be there to help put the pieces back together when it does.”
“Always.”
“You’re a good boy,” she offered. “Always have been. And a good husband. She knows how much you love her. But the pain she feels is unbearable and that girl… she’s been through so much and her default seems to be to go at it alone. I think she is just struggling to work through that. Just give her time and space, like she did for you.”
He nodded. “I hear you, ma. Well, I just pulled up to the apartment so let me go inside and see about my girl. I’ll call you tomorrow, aight? Tell pops I said what’s up.”
“Sounds good, love you.”
“Love you too.”
His head fell back onto the headrest as his mother’s words cycled through his head. He had thought her statement about being a failure was just a reaction in the heat of an argument. He could not believe she actually thought that to be true. He knew he should listen to his mother and give her space but he couldn’t let another evening go by like this. He could not do anything to end their grief, only time could do that. But he would not let her sit with feelings of failure and disappointment longer than she needed to. So he was resolved as he entered the house to get her to talk to him, to push if needed until she gave him something… anything.
“Hey,” he offered as he walked into the house, Charlotte sitting on the couch with her notebook and script.
“Hey.” Her eyes did not even leave her paper to truly acknowledge him. She just continued flipping through her script, scribbling in the margins.
He threw his bag down by the entryway, his keys clanging lightly against the counter as he tossed them. He stood by the counter to study her for a moment, examining the pout on her face, the furrow in her brow, the redness and puffiness in her eyes. She had been crying. He scratched the back of his head for a moment before walking over to sit in the armchair by the couch.
“You good with take out tonight?” He asked.
“Whatever you want,” she answered, still not fully acknowledging him or his presence.
He watched her for a few moments before deciding to break the ice. “The perpetual winter around here is getting a bit hard to deal with, babe.”
She sighed, “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Michael.”
He scoffed and shook his head. “You don’t know what I’m talkin’ bout? How about the fact that you don’t talk to me, you don’t touch me. You don’t let me touch you -”
“Hmm… that sounds super familiar. Wonder where I’ve heard that before?” She muttered, cutting him off. The dig was below the belt and went against their usual rule of not bringing up past issues that they resolved in new arguments. However, the walls were too high for her to recognize that.
Michael’s eyes narrowed as he caught her statement. “Gonna ignore that cause you’re hurting but bringing up old shit doesn’t change what’s happening right now. You cry in the shower and out here at night and don’t let me comfort you. You act like I’m not even here. We can’t keep going like this. You need to talk to me.”
She tossed her notebook to the side in annoyance, her legs swinging off the couch. She slid them into her slippers and tried to disappear to their bedroom, her agitation only growing as she heard him follow behind her. She knew he would not stop, he had that look in his eye. Persistence. He would continue pushing until she broke down. And she was not ready to, not yet.
“There’s nothing to talk about.” She grabbed the dry cleaning she had discarded on their bed earlier, hoping the act of hanging up their clothes would distract her and help her maintain this nonchalant facade.
“We lost a baby, Charlotte. That isn’t nothing.”
“You know, you don’t need to fucking remind me!” She snapped as she walked into their closet. “I was there. I was the one bleeding and in agony for fucking days because of it.” She let out a deep shaky sigh and turned away from him to calm herself. She knew her tone was reaching dangerous levels and was not how she and her husband spoke to each other. “So I’m well aware of what happened. But talking about it isn’t gonna change it o-or fix it so there’s n-no point. The doctor said we can try again as soon as I have my next cycle. And we will, I’ll get pregnant again and give you a baby. I-I j-just want to forget a-about it and try again. That’s it. End of discussion.”
“I don’t wanna just try again like you’re a baby factory and pretend like this didn’t happen. It’s fuckin’ sad and it’s ok to be sad and wallow in it for a minute, to grieve something we both wanted and lost. And you pushing me away like this only makes it harder. Just talk to me, Charlotte. Please.”
Her eyes clenched shut and her hands stilled, her task of putting away clothes short lived and futile. All the feelings she had desperately tried to suppress came flooding back. This time, they were stronger, louder, and harsher. She had found safety in the eye of this particular tornado, where the harsh winds and storm could not affect her. She knew she could not stay there forever and eventually, she would have to feel everything. But she was not ready yet. However, her husband’s pushing and meddling was not giving her much of an option. The winds and rain whipped against her and pulled her deeper and deeper into the depths of the storm and she just felt like she would get blown away if she gave in.
“W-what do you want me to say??” She let out an exasperated sigh. “Y-You want me to apologize a-again? I-I’m sorry! I’m s-sorry my body is failing you a-and failing us and I’m failing you a-and can’t give you t-this. I’m s-sorry,” she sniffled, shaking her head as she made her way to their bed to sit down. “A-and I'll probably feel s-sorry a-and guilty for putting you t-through this for the rest of my life or until I give you another baby. So that’s what I’m focused on. Now. can we p-please just leave it alone?”
Her voice cracked as her head fell into her hands. She could not look him, she hadn’t looked him in the eye fully since the hospital. Every day since had been a fight, a fight not to acknowledge the true extent of this agony. Charlotte had felt a lot of pain in her life, but this particular one hit her soul differently. And any acknowledgement of that would make her pain real, her shame and guilt real. She had tried but she could not even accept Michael’s comfort and his care because doing so would be acknowledging she had failed him. Instead, she just wanted to be strong so she could fix it and undo what happened. There was no room to buckle or break, no room to wallow.
Michael approached the bed and crouched down in front of her. His hands rested on the sides of her bare thighs, rubbing them lightly. This was the most he had touched her in a week, he had missed it.
“Baby… I don’t need or want an apology and I don’t accept it. You have nothing to be sorry for. I just want you to be ok and to let me in. I know this shit is hard and it hurts like hell but whatever you’re feeling is safe with me. You’re safe with me, always. Fall and I’ll always catch you. Every single time.”
His calloused hands wiped away a falling tear. She knew his words were true. If there was one thing Bakari had always been, it was constant and unwavering. Everything God and life threw at Charlotte, him, or their relationship, he stood like a tree, unmovable and sturdy. To this day, no storm, no matter its strength, had moved him an inch. He never failed in protecting her and holding her up, even when he was struggling himself. But that persistent voice of doubt in her head, that voice that still criticized whether she truly deserved someone so loving, was often louder than all the examples of his unwavering love for her. That voice made her believe this was finally the storm that moved him and took him away from her.
“I can’t…” her voice was faint like a small child. He could tell she wanted to fall apart so badly but was holding the unraveling strings together with hope and prayer that he would leave her be. But he wouldn’t, not like this.
“Yes, you can.”
“No… I lost our b-baby,” her voice broke. “It’s a-all my fault. You were so e-excited a-and… I know y-you hate me. I hate myself. I can’t even look at you.”
He could barely make out the last couple of words, her sobs making them incoherent. He understood enough though.
“Els… honeybee, I could never hate you. This isn’t your fault. It’s not anyone’s fault. There’s no reason or cause and nothing we could’ve done differently.”
Even as he spoke and offered words Charlotte had heard from the doctor himself, she did not believe him. “Y-You told me to slow down and I d-didn’t. Y-You told me to take m-more breaks a-and I didn’t. A-and I’m j-just t-terrified t-” she paused. “W-what if th-this means I c-can’t-” her voice broke as she tried to voice one of the fears that plagued her day in and day out. It was difficult to even put it to words. “T-this is supposed to be e-easy a-and natural and maybe t-this means I can’t do it? A-and then y-you’ll leave m-me a-and I w-wouldn’t even b-be able to blame y-you.”
He hung his head.“Look, maybe we could’ve done something different but maybe you could’ve done everything I asked and we would’ve still ended up here. There’s no way to know and… it doesn’t matter. It’s no one’s fault. You took the best care of yourself that you could, it just… God had other plans. And it’s ok to be sad about that but it’s not ok to torture yourself for something no one could control. And I don’t know how many ways I gotta tell you that you’re stuck with me, girl. I’m not going anywhere ever.” He shook her legs, causing her to let out a watery giggle.
The back of her hand rubbed against her nose as she laughed, her eyes finally meeting his.
“I j-just want to try again, Bakari. I j-just want to move on and try again so I-I can stop feeling l-like I f-fucked everything up. It just hurts so m-much… I w-was so excited. A-and I’m j-just scared I’m gonna lose you if I d-don’t fix it. A-and it’s j-just all too much a-and eating me alive.”
He hated how lowly she felt of herself. Charlotte’s doubts and insecurities had waned over the years, thankfully. So much so, he had thought she had put all that to rest. But his mother was right, the doubt that his love was conditional and fickle still lingered, she just chose to live with it silently.
He sat next to her on the bed, his fingers interlacing with hers.
“I want to be a dad, that’s true. Wanted that my whole life. But you know what I want more than anything else? You.” His finger lifted her chin so she was looking him in his eyes again. “You are my Sun, my universe doesn’t operate, revolve, or function without you. And as long as I got you, I have no doubts that we can figure out the rest. I would give up every plan for you in a heartbeat. You gotta know that by now. You can’t fail me and your body isn’t failing you. It’s just gonna take time and the good thing is, we got all the time in the world.” He kissed her on the cheek. “I’ll wait as long as it takes for you to be ready and healthy again. You don’t gotta pretend it didn’t happen or try to get pregnant tomorrow to keep me around. The only plan that’ll never change is that I’m gonna spend every day of my life loving you. It’s us till the end of the line, baby. You gotta start believing that though. I love you with everything I got and it kills me that you don’t see it,” he admitted.
She nodded, letting out a deep sigh as if his words had lifted 10 pounds off her shoulders. “I know… you l-love me. Y-You’ve j-just always b-been so perfect… s-still hard to not feel like…” she scratched her head. “Sometimes I j-just worry I’m not enough f-for you. And w-when this happened, I j-just thought you’d finally r-realize it too. I’m s-sorry for that. And h-how awful I’ve been to you,” she whispered. “I g-guess I thought if I let you in a-and admitted I wasn’t ok, it’d make it all real a-and you’d just affirm everything I thought. I w-was wrong and I’m sorry.”
He smiled. “That’s an apology I’ll gladly accept. And it's ok, I knew you were hurting.”
She shook her head. “It’s not ok b-but I’m glad you c-can forgive me. I w-was so wrapped up in my own pain, I ignored yours. I know t-this has been painful for y-you too.”
He pulled her into a hug, Charlotte soaking up the warmth she had denied herself for too long.
“It is but we’ll get through it together. Like we always do.”
The ice slowly but surely melted throughout the Jordan household as the evening progressed. Though it had been hard, she was thankful Michael pushed and prodded, thankful neither of them could be without the other for too long.
By the time they laid down, Charlotte felt better than she had since the miscarriage emotionally. It had been such a relief to release those feelings into the space. Scary but Michael did what he always did, he affirmed and assured her. She also knew that, if they were going to take this next step, she had to start to believe she deserved this life and him. He proved time and time again that he was not going anywhere. She knew she needed to start believing that.
Charlotte laid in his arms, silence filling their bedroom. However, neither of them were asleep, she just stared at the wall across from their bed and listened to the soft thumps of his heart, a soothing drumbeat in her ear.
“I think you are gonna be a great dad,” she whispered, his grip tightening around her as if to pull her closer to him, if that were possible. “You’d know exactly how to comfort them and rock them to sleep. I… had a feeling it was a girl? Though I suppose that was wishful thinking a-and I know you shouldn’t have a preference. I would’ve been just as happy with a boy. But I dunno. Since I didn’t really have a mom, I think I’d love to do all the things I missed with her? I wrote a song for her and everything… I was gonna sing it to her when I held her at all the ungodly hours she would have us up. Because how could s-she not be a night owl with restless energy like us?”
“She definitely would… poor girl doesn’t stand a chance of a solid sleeping schedule with us.” They shared a laugh. “I pictured a boy,” he admitted. “But I’d also be happy with either, I think. I know, when we have one, our daughter will have me wrapped around her finger from before she’s born,” he kissed her on the top of her head. “Just like her mama. I won’t stand a chance.”
She chuckled. “It’ll be your fault. Every woman in your life is spoiled. She’ll be no different.”
Her fingernails traveled along his skin, raking up and down lightly as they laid.
“This… it just feels relentless, Bakari,” she whispered. “I think about it all day and all night. I thought it would hurt less as time went on but it feels like I’ll never get past it.”
“Take your time, love. We don’t gotta figure it out right now. We just take it day by day… with each other. And eventually, we’ll be ready to try again and we’ll do all the stuff we planned.”
Charlotte pushed herself into a seated position to face him. “I know we need time but I do want to try again soon… if you’re up for it? And I-I’m not just saying that out of some misguided fear of losing you. Truly. I know it’ll take time to get there. But those three weeks when I was pregnant made me so happy. Knowing I w-was gonna be a mom and have your child made me so happy. I want that for us. A-and I think we are ready for it. Maybe when we wrap here and go home, we can talk about it then? See if we’re ready to try again?”
“You sure?” His hand cupped her cheek to hold her gaze to his.
“Yea… we’ve never been the couple to waste the time we have together. I don’t want to wait to start our family either.”
He nodded, pulling her in for a soft kiss. “I love that plan.”
***
November 2018
Charlotte braced herself over the sink in the bathroom, her body feeling exhausted and faint.
“Seriously??” she glanced at herself in the mirror, her eyes going down to her stomach. “You’re choosing right now for this?? Right now?” she argued with her stomach. She knew if anyone else saw her she would look like a lunatic but she did not care. “I can’t go through this with you right now. We got another two hours of press and then a press conference.”
Charlotte hated press junket days and they were even harder this time around while she hid the biggest secret of her life from her husband and costar. She had done a good job thus far, passing off her symptoms as ones of exhaustion. Michael did not think to question it given their four-week international press tour for Creed II had been exhausting for both of them. London was their last stop before Michael and Charlotte jetted out for vacation to the South of France for two weeks. It was a very late one-year anniversary gift from Michael but they had both been so busy, it was the only time they could make it work. However, her entire surprise hinged on making it to their private villa without Michael finding out. She wanted to tell him and wanted it to be special.
She took a few deep breaths, unsurprised to hear Michael’s voice outside the bathroom.
“You good, babe? We gotta get started in a few.”
“Coming!” she offered, forcing her tone to remain bright and light. She prayed he was too distracted and exhausted himself to notice the inauthenticity in it. It was just two more days, she reminded herself. One last day of press, the premiere the next day and then they were on a series of flights to paradise. She straightened her shoulders, pushing the lightheadedness she felt away to walk outside.
Michael still waited for her, kissing her on the cheek as she stepped outside.
“You good?” he asked again as he took her hand.
Charlotte was grateful, giving her a discreet way to lean some of her weight into his, each step felt like she was pushing through a fog.
Michael helped her up into her chair for their next set of interviews. Though she knew she was low energy, she managed to get through them all. All two hours worth. She was proud of herself for pushing through it. However, when Michael went to help her out of her seat, her body loudly protested that it could not keep up her facade a second longer.
“Whoa,” she muttered, gently falling back into her seat as a wave of dizziness hit her. She felt like someone had put the entire room on a rotating stage.
“What’s wrong?” Michael asked immediately, his eyes frantically searching her body and face for an apparent injury.
“N-Nothing, nothing. J-Just got lightheaded. J-just give me a sec.”
Michael eyed her suspiciously. It was no secret his wife pushed her body to its physical limit, he had always known that about her. And though he had made her promise after New York that she would never hide illnesses or injuries from him again, he knew her default setting was to deal with things alone and not worry him. Immediately, his mind ran through the last few weeks. She had been more tired and exhausted, small complaints of not feeling well but pushed it off as exhaustion from the promo tour. But he had seen Charlotte through many a promo tour and she never seemed this exhausted before.
“You sure? Seems like somethin’ else is wrong?”
She huffed. She hated lying but she also refused to tell him here. She also was squarely using all of her energy and willpower not to pass out in front of him.
“Yea, I’m s-sure. I’m fine. L-Let’s go.” She pushed herself out of her seat without his help, making it a few steps before she had to stop.
She heard Michael speaking, felt his hand on the small of her back, but it sounded like his voice was a whisper in a long wind tunnel. She could not even form a response before everything faded to black and she collapsed.
***
“The EMTs are coming, Mike, calm down.”
“Fuck you mean calm down?? How the fuck am I supposed to calm down right now?”
Their arguing came into sharper focus as Charlotte returned to consciousness. It was slow, each sense coming back to her one by one. She felt Michael’s touch and the hard floor beneath her first, his arms tightly cocooning her into his hard chest. Then his voice and Steven’s, though their words were delayed in settling into her brain. Then she opened her eyes, her vision blurry for a moment before clarity set in.
“M-Michael…” her voice was faint but it stole his attention away from angrily checking on the ETA of the EMTs every 30 seconds.
“C-Charlotte!” He let out a strangled sigh of relief, the tone filled with fear, a sound she had only heard once before in their entire relationship. He sounded scared… something she was not used to. “You’re ok. You’re ok.” He kept repeating, sounding as if he was trying to convince himself more than her.
“W-what happened?” She instinctively tried to sit up, Michael immediately tightening his grip around her to keep her against his chest.
“Relax. You just fainted. You’re ok, just rest for a minute.”
She glanced around to find half the room, the last journalist and their crew, and several cast members standing over her, concerned looks on all of their faces. Embarrassment spread quickly through her body like a wildfire.
“I-I’m so s-sorry, yall. I j-just need a minute a-and I’ll be ready for the press conference.”
You would have thought she sprung several heads or turned into a mutant the way everyone’s eyes bugged out of her head.
“Fuck no, you’re going back to the hotel, Charlotte,” Michael immediately pipped up, his tone leaving little room for debate or conversation from anyone.
“W-what?? N-” she started to say but he immediately cut her off.
“You go to the hotel or you go to the hospital. Your choice.” She knew he meant it, there was no way to get around his instructions this time.
She rolled her eyes, “Pretty shitty choices,” she muttered under her breath. “Fine. Hotel… I-I’m really sorry, y’all.”
Everyone, of course, assured her she had no reason to apologize and left her and Michael alone. She tapped his arm, letting him know she was ready to get up. While her body could’ve allowed her to lay there for hours, the bed in their hotel would be far more comfortable. She felt bad as she watched him pack up her stuff and put her in the car, his entire body filled with tension and fear. Michael had them push back the start of the press conference so he could ensure she got into their car and refused to start the press conference until she called him to tell him she made it into their room safely.
She rested for a while once she got back to their suite but then pulled the gift she hid amongst her stuff out of her bag. It had been hard to sneak it around but she managed. Though she had a grand plan for telling him, she could tell her fainting earlier scared him. And she did not want him worrying about whether something was truly wrong when she knew what was going on. And she knew he would not accept “everything’s fine,” anymore.
She laid on the couch, tucked under the comforter from the bed as she watched tv, waiting for him to get back. She was half asleep again when she heard their door open.
“Hey baby,” she whispered, rubbing her eyes as she went to get up.
“No, no, don’t get up. How are you feeling?” he asked, his hand cradling her head as he examined her.
“I’m ok… promise.” She knew he did not believe her, could tell her words did nothing to ease the concern in his eyes, the fear she felt in every cautious touch.
“Did you faint anymore or feel sick?”
She shook her head. “Just a bit dizzy but it’s better since I came home.”
He nodded, his hand anxiously gripping the meat of her thigh.
“I-I’m gonna go look up doctors for you, aight? Wanna get you checked out before we go on vacation…”
Charlotte merely nodded, deciding not to fight him on it and just tell him the truth. There goes my grand plans and surprises, she huffed to herself.
“Ummm can you run into the room and grab the box off the bed for me, please?”
Michael seemed almost reluctant to allow her out of his sight but he jogged across their suite and into their room and back, this time the gift box tucked under his arm.
“Who’s this for?”
“Open it." At his raised eyebrow, she smiled, “You aren’t the only one with tricks and surprises up your sleeve.”
She watched with bated breath as he opened the box.
“What’s this?”
His face scrunched up in confusion at the black baby onesie in front of him. It was folded neatly, only the very top visible. It had a gold trim around the neck making it a baby-size exact replica of Michael’s costume in the movie.
“What does it look like?”
“I mean it’s a baby onesie but it kinda looks like the Golden Jaguar habit from the movie,” he muttered. “But who’s it for?”
Charlotte rolled her eyes and laughed, shocked that he hadn’t caught on yet. Her sweet husband… so good at giving surprises but couldn’t spot one a mile away for himself.
“Why don’t you unfold it and see?”
His hands grabbed the fabric, laying it out on the coffee table, the legs of the onesie dangling off the edge. His eyes grew wide as he took in the words.
My dad’s favorite partner in crime
She turned to him, unsure of what his silence meant. “I found out a couple weeks ago. I know… after New York we said no more secrets and no more hiding important information,” she rushed out. “But I’m hoping you can forgive me in this case? I wanted to tell you in a special way a-and had to get it made. It’s crazy how much Black Panther merch there is and there is no market for parents dressing their babies up like the most handsome homicidal assassin I’ve ever seen? Super annoying a-and it was a whole thing with the custom shop and I had to work with Ryan to get an accurate picture of the suit and I was g-gonna surprise you on our vacation with this whole elaborate thing but you were so worried, I-”
Her words were cut short as Michael grabbed her and crashed his lips against hers, her voice dying off. She chuckled against his lips as he kissed her deeply, her arms wrapping around his neck.
“Y-you’re serious, Els?” His eyes bored into hers as they filled with tears.
She nodded, her eyes glossing over as well. During filming, the pair went to couple’s counseling, processing their grief together and separately so they could be emotionally ready to try again. During the summer, they decided to officially start that journey and it only took a few months for her to start to feel the early signs of pregnancy. An incognito trip to her doctor in during the first week of November before the start of the promo tour confirmed her suspicions.
“8 weeks.”
He wrapped her in a tight hug, his face buried into her neck. His joy was more subdued than the last time they shared this moment. But she understood, so was hers. Their miscarriage had unlocked a fear they would not have even considered having. And now, it was too real, too scary. And it took everything in her not to let the stress get to her since she found out. Her doctor told her she only had a few weeks to go before they would be in the clear. And she just held onto that. Every day was one step closer to their family and that was enough to outweigh how terrified she felt.
“I love you so much. How do you feel? I-Is t-there is a chance of another…”
Charlotte’s heart sagged a bit as she nodded, she could tell his did too. There was no point in lying to him but also she wanted to assure him.
“My doctor said there’s always a chance but she doesn’t think there’s any reason we shouldn’t carry to term this time. I’ve been trying to take it easy the last few weeks a-and the fainting thing is my blood pressure apparently. I texted my OB… she gave me some tips on how to help with that. But she said it’s a normal symptom. But I’m feeling ok physically and emotionally, I’m scared,” she admitted. “But whatever happens,” she pulled him in closer to her. “I know I have the best husband around to help me through it.”
“Well I don’t want you stressing about it either, Els. That ain’t good for you or the baby.” His hand rested on her stomach as he looked down at her.
“Ok, I’ll only stress 50% of the time, promise.” She acquiesced, causing him to roll his eyes. “You ok? I’m sorry about earlier. I scared you, didn’t I?”
He blew out a low breath. “Yea, you did. F-Fucking terrified me. Seen you too many times unconscious and injured for my liking, baby.” His hand pushed the loose curls out of her face. “I need you alive and well… and honest when you’re not well.”
She understood. “I’m sorry. Does my half-surprise sort of make up for it, at least?”
He nodded. “This is the best surprise of my life.” He wrapped her in a hug that was so tight, he lifted her out of her spot and into his lap. Charlotte immediately took to her favorite spot, straddling his legs, his hands going to rub her bare thighs. “So yes… but I got a few other ways you can make it up to me later tonight,” he whispered.
“Mmm, you know I live to please you,” she whispered seductively in his ear. However, before they went too far down that path, she paused, her face and tone taking on a more serious one. “You’re happy, though?” She asked quietly, her fingers playing in his beard as she held his face in her hands.
“Ecstatic. I have a good feeling about this, baby.”
She nodded, “Me too.” They shared a sweet kiss before he lifted her off of him and wrapped her back in the blanket so she could continue to rest. “What about all the ways I gotta make it up to you?” she moaned playfully.
“Get some rest, I’ll order you room service. So after dinner, you’re well rested so I can fuck you how I wanna without you passing out on me. You got makin’ up and celebratin’ to do, ma… gonna be a long night.” He kissed her on the forehead before sitting back on the couch, placing her feet on his lap.
She glanced over at him and smiled as he picked up the onesie and continued to stare at it. She watched him for a few minutes as he snapped a quick picture of it before wiping a falling tear. She turned her eyes back to the tv, a grin painted on her face. It had not gone exactly how she wanted but the look on her husband’s face made it all worth it.
Michael watched Charlotte for the rest of the night, his eyes trained on her stomach and the life he knew was growing there. He knew their lives were about to change forever but he could only thank God for giving them another chance to grow their family. And in his soul, he knew this was their moment.
A/N: Thanks for reading! So this was originally supposed to be two parts only but now it's three lol and part three will follow her actual pregnancy and birth and all that good stuff! And we'll get to see MBJ being a dotting, overprotective hubby to a very pregnant Charlotte. SO excited for that lol Drop a comment and let me know what you think!
I wasn’t gonna write for him because I thought he was leaving boxing after his accident. I figured it was the respectful thing to do. Come to find out—he’s not retiring at all so…. I gotta figure sum out
I would have gagged to see him as the lead in LOTBB, whew. But I think Anthony has a very werewolf quality to him (also my knowledge of supes is stunted but it feels right)...
I wasn’t gonna write for him because I thought he was leaving boxing after his accident. I figured it was the respectful thing to do. Come to find out—he’s not retiring at all so…. I gotta figure sum out
I would have gagged to see him as the lead in LOTBB, whew. But I think Anthony has a very werewolf quality to him (also my knowledge of supes is stunted but it feels right)...
I wasn’t gonna write for him because I thought he was leaving boxing after his accident. I figured it was the respectful thing to do. Come to find out—he’s not retiring at all so…. I gotta figure sum out
I would have gagged to see him as the lead in LOTBB, whew. But I think Anthony has a very werewolf quality to him (also my knowledge of supes is stunted but it feels right)...
-kissing the bellyyyyy is crazyyyyyyyyy🤭🤤 this quick drabble is inspired by that kiss on the bump!!!
enjoy.
"did you tell that nigga who put that mf baby m in ya," he grunted as he stroked into her slow.
"elijahhhhh, please fuck me faster," she panted. she was tired of the slow fuck from behind. she wanted him all day. all the kisses on the neck and the tight squeezes.
she knew what he was doing. he was punishing her for bringing her husband to the gala.
-
she knew as soon as he saw them. the fire that lit behind his eyes.
"good evening, elijah," her husband said smug as ever with an extended hand.
"terrance," he shook his hand with a dead smile. annie gulped at the tension. but she couldn't stop looking at him, she damn near drooled on herself.
how long could she hide from him in her dead marriage? she didn't want him. she wanted elijah.
as soon as her husband stepped away to get her some water, he was on her. "you playing with fire anais. do he know you carrying my baby? he cant really think its a miracle," he chuckled deviously.
"elijah please. i didn't want to bring him, he insisted. he sees the videos circulating of you hugging me too damn close and too damn tight. he wont shut up about you," she rolled her eyes and sighed.
"tell him. tonight. then you come home with me." his demands were final. she knew he was through with hiding how he felt about her. he wanted to love her outloud.
-
"i said did you tell him," he bucked faster. his hands holding her neck.
"fuck daddy," she whimpered.
he smacked her ass. "answer the fucking question," he gripped her hips, drilling into her pussy deep from behind. she was dripping all over him.
"i told him daddy. he said i was a whore," she gasped at the pit forming in her stomach.
"elijah, d-d-dont stop. im finna cum all over that dick," annie yelled.
"you is a fuckin whore. look at you, all fucked out," he tore into her. "you such a slut on this dick mama." his words were pushing over the edge.
"choke me baby, fuck!" his hand wrapped around her neck again. pulling her back against his chest he held her hip while he fucked into her.
"im boutta bust all in this mf. pussy so fucking good," he growled.
"cum in me baby, please.. im so close," she was begging. his hand pinning her body in place.
her pussy was grabbed him deep, hitting new spots she didnt know she had. "fuckkkkkk, im coming im coming im coming," annie cried into the dimly lit room.
his balls tightened as she erupted around him. planting his seed even deeper than before.
panting and dripping sweat her turned her around to face him.
"i want you anais. this aint no affair, you was meant for me," he confessed. she stroked the back of his head, "i know baby. im officially yours."
A fic where smoke realizes annie is pregnant before she does ??
(Wouldn’t be mad if you included the conception either 🤭🤭)
after i post part three of three's a crowd today, this is my next request to tackle!!! it'll probably be straight fluff tho because i been doing a lotttt of smut~~
elias “stack” moore will definitely fuck you with his nice tailored suit on. you’re down for a quicky? he’s telling you, “well what you waiting for darling? bend that ass over”. with that silky smooth southern twang in his voice and a smirk that flashes his gold slugs.
elias “stack” moore is someone who prides himself on looks and fashion, in his eyes he’s the best looking nigga that came out of the delta—and he’ll continue to keep that image. but if his ole lady wants to pop a seat on his thigh and ruin his slacks with her sweat cream he can’t say no.
elias “stack” moore is a freaky ass nigga, we all know that. so it’s not a surprise when he’s at his usual spot where he gets his suits, touching different fabric to pick out so you can rub that pretty pussy all over it. “boss man, let me get this one. the missus would like this right here. hurry up ‘n get me fitted too.”
elias “stack” moore sometimes gets frustrated with how many layers are on his body. especially when he’s in a rush to get between your thighs. “fuck this shirt too damn complicated—you just stay right there sweetheart, daddy’s coming.” he’ll tell you while fiddling with the small buttons on his collared shirt.
Michael B Jordan on SINNERS, The Grace Debate, and Black Masculinity
O1/03/2026
Michael B. Jordan sits down with E-Man for a thoughtful conversation about Sinners, where he breaks down the challenge of playing dual roles as Smoke and Stack, explores how Black masculinity is...more
Have you seen the latest pic of Michael with the flight attendant??!! OMGGGGG, this picture……. He proves that there’s another level of fine, like???? He’s so HANDSOME!!!! And to think that I was going to hop on another fanbase while he’s MIA(shame on me) I’m never ever thinking about stepping out. I’m a forever MBJ stan
observational skills: anthony joshua x black!fem reader
summary: 😅
warnings: 18+, NSFW.
wc: 1.7k
“I feel like your hands would look so good around my throat.” You casually said.
Anthony doesn’t reply, he looks over at you. You feel his eyes on you, but instead you decide to play clueless, keeping your head down your phone becoming so interesting.
“You wanna repeat that for me?” He asks.
As you lifted your head to meet his eyes, you shrug. “I think you heard me just fine.” Turning your attention back to your phone.
He nods once, sort of like he’s making a mental note.
The night wound down just like the rest of the day, easily. You and him both had time in y’all schedules to do nothing; spend a little time together. Then come back home and be lazy. Anthony was finishing his nightly routine while you were barely paying attention to the TV. He came out of your shared bathroom shirtless in a pair of sweats hanging low on his hips; he makes his way over to you, climbing in the bed laying on his stomach between your thighs.
He rests his head on your thighs, kissing the exposed skin since you’re wearing an old T-shirt of his. His clothes are your favorite thing to sleep in and he highkey loves seeing you in them. “You ‘gon keep playing coy?” He asks lowly, letting hands rub up your thighs, always having to touch you in some way.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about AJ.” You breathe.
He hums, not in approval but in feigned surprise. “You don’t?”
Your eyes are low as you nod slowly, watching your man rest between your legs like it’s his favorite place to be. “Guess we gotta change that, right?” He says, shifting himself onto his elbows, allowing him the space to move around. He drops a kiss on the inner part of your thigh, working his way up to under the old shirt. As he gets closer to your pussy, he switches to your other thigh doing the same thing.
“Stop teasing me.” You whine.
He of course ignores you. In his mind he’s already made up that he’s setting the pace for tonight. His eyes look up and you truly take in how beautiful he is. His eyes were your favorite feature of his; they just held this light to them. You could always get lost in them. Tonight though, the usual light in his eyes is replaced with a smoldering heat.
As he finally ends his teasing, he pulls you close to him, letting your legs rest on his shoulders. In moving you closer to him, the shirt rode up and leaves your lower half uncovered; to get it out the way completely you pull the shirt over your head, tossing it somewhere behind you. He breathes in deep, taking in the scent of your arousal mixed with whatever body wash you used during your shower and some vanilla scented body butter, your skin soft and supple against his. You watch as he unfurls his tongue, then flattens it while dragging it up your slit. You moan softly, the eye contact from him turning you on more than the act of him eating you out. His tongue continues to lap against your pussy; your hands caress the back of his head, trying to pull him closer to you while your hips grind against his face chasing your release. You try to close your legs over his face, the pleasure too much but, he quickly readjusts his arms under your thighs, keeping them open allowing him to feast.
His tongue moves to your clit, lapping at it softly; like he’s eating ice cream on a hot day. Alternating between that and the sloppy figure eights against the sensitive bud. You feel that coil in your stomach tightening, your moans get higher and airier, like you’re begging him with out actually saying a word. He releases your thighs, only to push them back, folding you in half while keeping his mouth attached to your pussy.
This new position allows him to slip two fingers inside of you, slowly pumping in and out of you. Your walls clench around them involuntarily, a low groan leaving his mouth as he mutters against your center, “Uh uh, open that pussy back up for me baby.” Fingers still dragging against your walls, a breathy mewl slips out of your mouth. You can feel him smile against you, he knows your body better than you do. He knows you’re close.
“Give it to me.” He mumbles, wrapping his lips around your clit pulling it gently between his lips.
“Anthony— “you gasp squeezing your eyes shut.
As if on command, the orgasm crashed into you. Body tensing up while your back arched; and he licked you through it all.
He pulls back, lower half of his face drenched in you. He doesn’t give you a second to catch your breath, instead he’s hovered over you, gold chain that he always keeps tucked under his shirt, dangling in your face as he drops down to start kissing you, allowing you to taste yourself off his tongue. You moan into the kiss, it all being an aphrodisiac. Slowing down, he breaks the kiss and pulling back enough to let a line of saliva drip from his mouth into yours. You catch it, pulling him back down to you, immediately turned on again, getting loss in the lip lock.
He moves to your neck, sucking on the sensitive skin there. “You got another one for me?” He rasps between the sloppy kisses he’s leaving. Continuing his assault down your body, he wrapped his lips around one of your nipples, sucking softly, his other hand pinching the other one between his thumb and index finger. Your answer wrapped in a moan while nodding at the same time. He moves to stand at the edge of the bed then it dawns on you that he just ate you out like his life depended on it, completely forgetting he also has dick to offer too.
Your eyes rake over him while he takes his sweats off, that being the only article of clothing between you and him at this point in the night. As your eyes work lower, they focus on the deep V cut that leads to his dick. He’s palming it through his sweats before he takes them off fully. His dick bounces out, resting pretty between strong thighs. It’s about a shade darker than the rest of his skin, with the tip being slightly lighter and a thick vein running down the underside of it.
He’s stroking himself, looking at you laid out in front of him. Naked, hair wild, pupils blown with lust and both sets of lips swollen from his doing. To him, you’re a sight for sore eyes. Absentmindedly, your hand slipped between your thighs, rubbing small circles on your clit. He watches you, tongue running against his bottom lip. Not the one to want to miss the fun, he pulls you to him by your ankle, your legs falling open.
Your fingers are still moving over your clit as he grips his dick at the base, pushing himself in bottoming out in one full stroke. Anthony takes a moment before moving again as he feels your walls fluttering around him. A moan slips out from how warm you feel around him. Your legs rest on his hips as he begins a lazy stroke, moving his hips slowly, the curve dragging over that sensitive spot deep inside.
You move your hands from between your thighs, bringing them to his mouth, letting him taste you off your fingers. You grip his chin slightly to get him to focus on you—you wanted him to be in the moment for this.
“You feel what you do to me baby?” You coo.
He had a thing for talking you through it, but you wanted to let him know how he made you feel tonight. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you pulled him down closer to you, tugging his ear lobe between your teeth, nibbling on it softly. He exhaled, like he was trying to hold back.
“Don’t hold back, I can take it.”
And that was the line that broke his resolve; his hips sped up, thrusts becoming messier. He wraps his hand around your throat, and you gasp from the amount of pressure he ‘s applying. It’s just enough for you to feel a little lightheaded from the lack of oxygen but also pleasurable— intensifying the relentless strokes he’s giving. The quick moment of silence between the two of you allows you to hear how wet you are.
Your moans are rolling from your lips freely and he loves how vocal you are.
“Make a fuckin’ mess for me,” he mutters. His strokes slow down as you both look at where you're connected. A steady in and out motion, the sounds almost obscene. “Can you do that for me baby?” nodding your head rapidly, you feel that telltale sign that you’re close and he does too. You squeeze your eyes shut, “I’mcomingI’mcomingI’mcoming!” Pleasurable waves crashed over you, body tensing for a second before it relaxes into the mattress. Anthony’s not far behind you, heavy breaths against the side of your face and those once again messy strokes.
“Let go for me, daddy.” You whisper into the room.
Like a command, his body tenses, white-hot pleasure consuming him, with zero urge to even try to pull out. He fully drops his weight on you, trying to catch his breath. After a few moments, he pushes himself up over you and pulls out slowly. The sudden loss of him causes a shaky exhale from you, and he’s watching the mixture of you and him spill out of you—eyes fixated between your legs. He shakes his head, turning to walk to the bathroom. Coming back a few seconds later, he gently wipes between your folds, cleaning the mess that was made. Once he’s finished, he tosses the towel with the rest of your clothes scattered about the room and gets back in bed with you. You snuggle up against him, body fitting perfectly against his. You press a kiss to his chest as he pulls the sheets over the both of you, falling into an easy slumber.
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