Warnings: smut, breeding kink, p in v sex. **IF I FORGOT ANYTHING LET ME KNOW.**
Summary: Sammy Bryant didn’t think he deserved a second chance at happiness. Not after Tammi.
His ex-wife walked out on him for her photography instructor, leaving behind nothing but arguments, and enough emotional baggage to last a lifetime. For a long time, Sammy convinced himself that maybe she had been right—that maybe he was the problem.
Sammy sat at his desk finishing paperwork at the department while his partner, Nate, occupied the desk across from him. The station had never been quieter, giving him a rare chance to catch up on reports before heading home.
Not that his mind was on paperwork.
Most of the guys at the department had practically thrown a celebration when he’d finally divorced Tammi. According to them, Sammy and Tammi went together about as well as fire and gasoline.
Nate had been especially vocal.
“You deserve somebody who actually makes you happy,” he’d told Sammy more than ocne. “Somebody who wants the same things you do.”
Turns out Nate had been right. And maybe he was tired of Sammy spending so many nights on his couch.
The sound of his phone vibrating against the desk pulled him from his thoughts.
The moment your name lit up the screen, a smile tugged at his mouth.
“Hello?”
“Sammy,” you whined softly.
His smile widened immediately.
“Yes, baby?”
Across the room, Nate glanced up and smirked.
Sammy shot him a warning look that clearly said don’t start.
Nate only looked more amused.
“When are you gonna be home?” you asked.
Sammy leaned back in his chair and sighed. “As soon as I can.”
God, he wanted to be home.
There was nowhere else he’d rather be than curled up beside you on the couch or stretched out in bed with your head on his chest. But duty called, and unfortunately, paperwork didn’t fill itself out.
There was a brief paused before you spoke again.
“You might wanna hurry,”
The teasing note in your voice immediately caught his attention.
Sammy’s eyebrow lifted. “Oh yeah?”
Nate was already grinning now, clearly listening despite pretending not to.
“And why is that?” Sammy asked.
A soft laugh came through the phone. “Because I’m wearing that little thing you like.”
Nate immediately barked out a laugh from across the room.
Sammy closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose.
He was never going to hear the end of this.
Not with Nate sitting right there.
And definitely not from a man with three kids who could recognize exactly where this conversation was headed.
“You called me at work to tell me this?”
“Maybe.”
Across the room, Nate narrowed his eyes.
“And why would you do such a thing?”
“Because,”you began innocently, “I thought maybe we could work on that thing we talked about.”
Sammy’s smile faltered.
His heart squeezed.
A year ago, the thought of having a family felt like something that belonged to somebody else. Something he’d missed his chance at.
Then you came along.
You’d never laughed when he admitted he wanted kids someday. Never made him feel folish for dreaming about a house full of noise and little feet running through the halls.
Instead, you’d started pointing out tiny sneakers in store windows and arguing over baby names like it was the most natural thing in the world.
“That thing, huh?” he asked, unable to stop the grin spreading across his face.
“Mm—hmm.”
“You’re talking about a baby.”
Across the room, Nate immediately dropped his head into his hands. “Oh, come on.”
Your laughter rang through the phone. “Yeah.”
Sammy leaned back in his chair, smiling so hard his cheeks hurt.
For the first time in a long time, the future didn’t feel like something so far out of his reach. It felt likke it was waiting for him at home.
“Mm-hmm,” you hummed, your laughter still dancing through the phone.
Sammy shook his head. “You’re trouble, you know that?”
“Yeah, but you love me anyway.”
“I do. Lucky for you.”
A scandalized gasp came through the phone.
“Samuel Bryant.”
The warning in your voice only made his grin wider.
“I’ll see you when I get home, baby.”
“Don’t take too long.”
“I’ll do my best.”
Your voice softened.
“I love you.”
The words still hit him every single time. Not because they were new.
Because he knew you meant them.
“I love you too.”
After another round of goodbyes, the line finally went dead.
Sammy stared at his phone for a moment before setting it down on the desk.
The silence lasted all of three seconds.
Nate let out a low whistle.
“Oh, you’re gone.”
Sammy didn’t bother looking up.
“What are you talking about?”
“Gone. Finished. Done for.” Nate pointed at him with a pen. “You got that stupid smile.”
“I do not.”
“You absolutely do.”
Sammy tried to focus on his paperwork.
It didn’t work.
Nate laughed.
“Look at you. Couple years ago you were sleeping on my couch, eating stale cereal out of the box, and swearing you’d never get married again.”
Sammy grimaced.
“I was going through a rough patch.”
“Exactly.” Nate agreed. “You were one country song away from becoming a cautionary tale.”
Sammy rolled his eyes. “It wasn’t that bad.”
“You spent six months sleeping on my couch, surviving on takeout, and staring into space like you were filming a heartbreak documentary.”
Sammy immediately regretted giving Nate so much material to work with.
Nate was still laughing when a couple detectives walked through the bullpen. One look at Sammy’s face and they knew something was up.
“What’s got him smiling?”, Sal asked.
Nate didn’t hesitate. “He’s trying to make a baby with his wife.”
The room erupted.
“Oh my God.”
“Seriously?”
“Bryant!”
Sammy dropped his head into his hands. “You’re all children.”
“No,” Nate corrected. “We’re adults. You’re the one trying to make children.”
More laughter followed. And for once, Sammy didn’t even mind it.
Because in a few hours he’d be home. Home to the woman who loved him.
The next couple of hours dragged.
By the time he finally clocked out, the sun had long since disappeared below the horizon. Nate followed him into the parking lot.
“Remember,” Nate called as Sammy unlocked his truck. “If she gets pregnant, I’m taking full credit.”
Sammy laughed despite himself. “Goodnight, Nate.”
“Night, daddy.”
“Oh, screw you.”
Nate’s laughter followed him all the way to his car.
The drive home felt shorter than usual. Maybe because his mind kept drifting back to your phone call. The way you’d laughed. The way you’d said I love you.To the fact you wanted the same things he did.
The closer he got to home, the lighter he felt.
A feeling he still wasn’t completely used to.
For years, coming home had meant tension. Arguments. Walking on eggshells. Wondering what kind of mood Tammi would be in.
Now?
Now it meant you.
The porch light was on when he pulled into the driveway.
A smile immediately tugged at his lips.
You always left it on for him.
Sammy grabbed his bag and headed inside.
The moment he opened the front door, the scent of your candle drifted through the house. Something vanilla. Something warm. Something that smelled like home.
“Baby?” he called.
A grin spread across his face when heard your voice.
“In here.”
He followed the sound toward the living room.
Then stopped.
For a second, he just stared.
You were sitting on the couch, a movie playing quietly in the background. And sure enough, you were wearing that little thing he’d spent the entire evening trying not to think about.
A silk and lacey purple night gown that barely left anything to the imagination.
His jaw nearly hit the floor.
You looked up from your spot on the couch. “Took you long enough.”
Sammy shut the front door behind him. “I got here as fast as I could.”
You laughed. “Uh-huh.”
His eyes wandered over you again.
“Baby.”
The warning in his voice only made your smile grow.
“What?”
Sammy dropped his bag by the door and crossed the room.
“You knew exactly what you were doing when you called me.”
“Maybe.” you bit your lip.
“Maybe?”
You squealed when he scooped you up off the couch.
“Sammy!”
“I spent six hours getting laughed at by Nate.”
“And whose fault is that?” you teased, looping your arms around his neck and hooking your legs around his waist.
“Yours.”
Your smile softened as he looked at you. For a moment, neither of you said anything.
Then Sammy leaned in and kissed you.
It wasn’t rushed or teasing like the phone call had been. It was warm and familiar, the kind of kiss that made his shoulders finally relax after a long day.
You smiled against his lips, and he couldn’t help kissing you again.
When he finally pulled back, he rested his forehead against yours.
“Missed you,” he murmured.
You smiled at him before giving him another soft kiss.
“I missed you too.”
A soft laugh escaped him before he buried his face against your shoulder.
Just holding you made something inside him settle.
The stress.
The exhaustion.
The weight he’d been carrying all day.
Gone.
You softened immediately, one hand sliding into his hair.
“Long day?”
Sammy nodded. “Yeah.”
Your fingers combed through his hair. “You’re home now.”
Three simple words. But they hit harder than they should have. You’re home now.
For most people, it probably wouldn’t have meant so much. But for Sammy, it meant everything.
Because it was the first time in a long time, home wasn’t a place. It was you.
“I’m glad.” Sammy hummed.
You both shared another kiss.
You broke the kiss and Sammy drew in a shaky breath. “Did you mean what you said earlier?”
Your brow furrowed slightly.
“About what?”
His hands settled under your thighs.
“The baby.”
The teasing smile on your face softened immediately.
“Oh.”
Sammy looked down for a moment before meeting your eyes again.
“Nate won’t ever let me live it down.”
That earned a small laugh from you.
“But….” He swallowed. “I just wanted to know if you meant it.”
The room fell quiet.
The movie continued playing in the background, forgotten.
You reached up and brushed your thumb across his cheek.
“Sammy.”
Something vulnerable flashed across his face.
The kind he rarely let anyone see.
“Of course I meant it.” you said softly. “I want a family with you.”
He smiled.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah,” you confirmed. “And I was serious about working on it tonight.”
Sammy swallowed hard, his eyes fluttering shut as he felt his cock twitch in his pants. “You’re not too tired?”
You giggled lightly. “Are you?”
“No,” he confirmed. “Hell no.”
He began kissing you again, this time deeper and more desperate than before. You sank into his touch as you deepened the kiss. One arm stayed looped around his neck while the other raked through his soft curls.
“Fuck,” Sammy breathed between kisses. “Need you now.”
“Then take me,” you whispered, hovering your lips against his.
Sammy didn’t waste time. He immediately headed towards the bedroom. He was careful not to bump you into the walls as he continued kissing you, the soft sounds filling the house.
Sammy softly laid you down on the mattress. He was standing over you, beginning to frantically undo his tie. He closed his eyes briefly, exhaling slowly. You sat up lightly, one hand on his chest. Your touch was soft as you brushed over his chest, beginning to undo the buttons of his shirt. He closed his eyes as each button popped.
“Shit,” Sammy choked.
This was everything he had imagined and more. Tammi had never made him feel this way before. Sex with her was rushed—and everything revolved around her. But with you? It was different. It meant something.
“What’s wrong, baby?” you cooed, looking up at him.
He let you remove his button up one arm at a time.
His eyes opened lazily. “You know what’s wrong,” he choked.
“Tell me,” you pressed, throwing his shirt to the floor before running fingers down his abdomen, hands hooking in his belt buckle.
He grunted and you felt his cock grow harder under his pants.
“Need me that bad, baby?”
“Yeah—fuck, yes.”, he grunted.
“Aw,” you purred. “Already so hard for me and we’ve barely started.”
Sammy’s heart was pounding so hard he was afraid it might burst. You bit your lip, smirking up at him with a devilish grin as you carefully undid his belt. The sound of metal clanked together. You desperately undid the button and zipper of his slacks next, revealing the band of his plaid boxers.
He grunted lightly in response before his hand found your hair, raking his fingers through it, and putting it behind your ears.
His cock was growing harder and more desperate by the second. And just thinking about putting a baby in you made it worse.
You lightly raked your nails against his bare skin causing him to grunt while a wicked smile spread across your face. You grabbed the waist of his pants and jerked them down roughly. He did his best to help you, and stepped out of them lazily. His brain was already short-circuiting.
All that was left was his boxers.
“Wanna take these off?” you looked up at him, breath hitching at the sight of him coming undone.
He swallowed hard. “Yes,” he whispered. “Please.”
It was cute how touch starved he seemed. Or maybe it was the fact that with you, there was love involved. You nodded lightly as you pulled at the elastic of his boxers, slowly sliding them down from his hips.
Sammy bit his lip, holding back a moan as he felt his cock spring free. He knew you were smiling from ear to ear, satisified with the effect you had on him.
“Aw, Sammy,” you cooed lightly. “just what are we gonna do with you?”
Sammy groaned lightly in response as he finished taking off his boxers and threw them across the bedroom. “Let me fucking put a baby in you.”
Your eyes widened in response. “Oh yeah? How bad you wanna do that?”
Sammy swallowed, “So fucking bad.” His thick, broad hands brushed over your shoulders. “It’s all I’ve thought about today since you called.”
You swallowed in response, voice barely above a whisper. “Put a baby in me, Sammy.”
With that, he gently pushed you back on the bed, climbing on top of you. He began kissing you slowly before his hands brushed over the silk material of that sexy little night gown you had decided to wear. He finally found the bottom hem of it, hiking it up your thighs.
He broke the kiss, nuzzling his nose against your neck as he pushed your night gown up to your abdomen. You swallowed lighlty, holding onto his shoulders.
Your skin felt soft under the touch of his rough calloused fingers. Even though Sammy mostly spent his time down at the station, he was often called out to crime scenes. Not to count the time he had spent on patrol before becoming a detective.
“No panties?” His eyes widened.
You bit your lip in response. “I told you I wanted you to come home so we could make a baby.”
He grinned so hard his cheeks hurt. “Let’s get this off.”
You leaned up enough for Sammy to pull the night gown up and over your head. He gently pressed his body back against yours before his lips crashed into yours. You laid down against the weight of him.
How had he managed to get so lucky?
“How wet are you?”
He brushed his finger along your thigh before shoving one hand between your legs, slipping two fingers inside of you. You gasped lightly. Sammy smiled, removing the fingers almost immediately causing you to sigh under his touch.
Your pussy was warm and inviting. Sammy desperately needed his cock inside you.
His fingers glistened in the low light of the bedroom, covered with your wetness. “So wet and ready for me, aren’t you?”
You closed your eyes, swallowing before nodding slowly. “Mm-hmm.”
Sammy bit his lip. “Were you being a naughty girl and playing with yourself before I got home?”
Your eyes fluttered open, a lazy smile spreading across your lips. “Maybe.”
You watched as Sammy brought his fingers up to his lips. He slowly brushed them against his lips before opening his mouth and inserting them inside. He ran his tongue over them, the sweetness of your juices hitting his tongue.
“Shit,” he huffed. “So fucking sweet.”
Your breath hitched. “Yeah?”
“Oh yeah,” he confirmed. “Could make a meal on you.”
He couldn’t wait anymore. He needed you. He was hungry, starving for your touch and to be inside you. Wasting no time, he adjusted himself.
Sammy was above you, straddling himself between your legs. You closed your eyes, breath hitching as you felt his hard cock brush your inner thighs.
“Sammy,” you moaned lightly, biting your lips.
He chuckled lightly. “Yes, baby?”
“I need you.”
“Need me where?” he teased back, leaning down to nuzzle his nose in your neck.
The sweet scent of your perfume mixed with your natural pheromones entered his nose. He began to place soft kisses along the line of your collarbone. You mewled under his touch, hands coming up to find his dark curls.
“I need you inside of me,” you barely whispered. “Please.”
There was need laced in your plea. He felt his cock twitch at the request, a soft hum escaping him and vibrating against your skin.
“Does my baby girl need fucked?”
You felt your stomach knot, teeming with desire.
“Yes.”
Sammy chuckled seductively. “All you had to do was ask.” He smiled. “All you ever have to do is ask.”
He kissed a trail up your collarbone and neck until he reached your lips. He reached down for his cock, blindly beginning to line himself up with your entrance. Sammy eased himself inside of you in an attempt to give yourself time to adjust to him. You let out a loud moan, beginning to drown in pleasure. He felt so good stretching you out.
Sammy wasn’t small. He was actually very well-endowed. He was thick and heady.
“Is it okay?”
“Mhm,” you breathed. “More than okay.”
He smiled. “That’s really good, baby.”
Sammy started to move inside you, picking a steady rhythm. Your eyes fluttered shut briefly, focusing on his movements inside you. Sammy focused on you, one had resting on your belly while the other traced your thigh.
Soft groans of pleasure filled the room, Sammy drowning himself in you.
“How bad do you—want a baby?”, he choked.
The question almost caught you off guard.
“So bad, Sammy.” Your voice was barely above a whisper, need and desire over taking you.
“Yeah?”, he hummed, slamming into you. “Want my baby inside you?”
You smiled, a soft sigh leaving you. “Yes.”
“God,” he swallowed. “You’re gonna look so cute with a bump.”
His breath was hitched.
“Gonna look so sexy carrying my baby.”
You felt your stomach twisting into knots. “I will?”
He nodded breathlessly. “Of course, baby.”
You felt yourself begin smiling so much your cheeks hurt.
“And gonna look so pretty—so beautiful holding our baby,” Sammy continued as he bucked his hips, pushing himself so deep inside you that he hit your g-spot causing you to gasp lightly. “Can’t wait—for it—baby….”
“Me—either.” You choked, words caught in your throat.
“Fuck—baby, keep talking like that and I’m not gonna last long.” He whimpered through a smile.
“Maybe I don’t—want you to.”
“Fuck baby—fuck.”
Sammy was getting close, his chest heaving as he grabbed onto the headboard in a poor attempt to steady himself and bring himself back from the edge. He let out several breathy obscenities before you gently traced his bare, freckled shoulders and pulled him down to your level to kiss him. He closed his eyes, moaning into the kiss.
He felt your nails trace his biceps before scraping down his back. The sensation sent him into overdrive. Sammy tried to protest through moans but he didn’t want you to stop at all. He was just trying to keep himself from cumming so soon.
“Baby,” he whined in between kisses. “I feel like I’m gonna cum.”
“Good,” you whispered. “Because I’m close too.”
Sammy’s hips began to falter as he continued to fuck himself into you. He needed this—he needed you more than ever. Your brain was beginning to turn to mush. You were beginning to feel lightheaded, almost a little dizzy and knew was was about to follow.
“Sammy,” you whined. “I’m gonna—cum.”
“Cum for me,” Sammy’s voice broke. “Please, cum for me.”
You felt yourself hit your climax, the muscles in your pussy clenching tightly around his cock, muscles throbbing as you came. The lightheadedness came next, the rush of your orgasm washing over you. Sammy continued to slowly fuck himself into you, helping you ride it out. With blurry eyes, you looked up at him.
“That’s a good girl—fuck, that’s perfect, baby…..”
You smiled as your chest heaved up and down. You felt his cock twitch and pulse inside you, responding to your orgasm.
His orgasm was barreling down and you could tell.
You brought your hand up to his face, brushing a stray curl back. “Our baby’s gonna be so cute.”
Sammy laughed lightly, feeling himself losing it by the second. “Yeah?”
“Mhm,” you continued, catching you breath. “If we have a little boy, he’s gonna be handsome just like his daddy.”
He quickly realized what you were doing. “Fuck, baby. I can’t—I can’t go much longer.”
You smiled to yourself, proud of the fact that you could make him come undone like this.
“He’s gonna have your eyes, your curls.” You brushed through Sammy’s hair, the glossy film of afterglow in your eyes. “He’s gonna break hearts.”
Sammy closed his eyes. “Shit.”
“Mhm. You’re gonna be an amazing daddy.”
That did it.
“Fuck, I’m cumming,” Sammy moaned. “Gonna put a baby in you…..”
Sammy fucked himsefl into you one last time before his hands gripped your thigh. His hips stuttered, his cock pulsing and pumping deep inside you. You smiled as Sammy tried to catch his breath, chest heaving up and down. Sammy’s eyes met yours and you both began smiling before he leaned down to kiss you.
It was soft and full of love. There was silence in the room besides both of your breathing.
Sammy took a moment to take you in. He loved how fucked out you looked after sex.
“I love you.”
He kissed you again.
“I love you too.”
He stayed inside you for a few minutes.
“Just making sure this is gonna take.”
You smiled, laughter threatening to escape you. “We can keep trying.”
Sammy smirked too before warning you that he was going to pull out but you still whimpered at the loss of contact. He fell in bed beside you, exhausted between the weight of his job catching up with him and from the amazing love making he’d just shared with you.
He pulled the sheet and comforter over the two of you before gathering you into his arms. You nestled against his chest, the familiar scent of his cologne mingling with the faint salt of sweat, grounding you in the steady warmth of him. His fingers drifted lazily through your hair as you listened to the quiet rhythm of his heartbeat and breathing.
