The brunette jumped as she heard a leaf crunch under her foot, her plan to go unnoticed completely ruined. “---- Oh, I’m -- uh, i’m sorry. I didn’t mean to, uh, interrupt. I’ll go.”
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The brunette jumped as she heard a leaf crunch under her foot, her plan to go unnoticed completely ruined. “---- Oh, I’m -- uh, i’m sorry. I didn’t mean to, uh, interrupt. I’ll go.”
After a stressful hour of watching a fuzzy, indistinct viewing of the basketball game he barely cared for, Cooper decided to put his manly man pants on and mess around with the cable box until he figured something out. Just a few twists of the wires and a groan of frustration in, he heard the thumping of feet behind him, and before given the chance to turn in reaction, his petite wife’s frame held tightly onto his. The warm embrace sent shots of electricity through the boy’s veins and a tingle of genuine affection blossomed in his chest.
The first thing to catch the attention of his honey orbs was the white, fate determining stick that her petite fingers gripped with great might and, soon, his breaths became short and needy. Despite her words forming from a gentle whisper, it felt as though the statement echoed in the room and boomed in his chest. "We’re pregnant" were the exact words he had been praying to hear for months of furious yet hopeful, tiring yet rewarding attempts, and although he had envisioned the moment the news was broken, Cooper had yet to rehearse, or even consider, his reaction, or the very words to form on his lips at the least.
” Natalie, don’t fuck with me.”
None of Natalie's friends supported the idea of her getting married at such a young age. They believed that she needed to widen her possibilities, which in their minds was basically just going to parties every night and sleeping with a bunch of different men until they found one that didn't ditch them the next morning. Natalie learned that it wasn't about who you spent your Friday nights with, but who you wanted to spend all of Saturday with, and Cooper was that person. He was everything to her whether he knew that or not. Their marriage meant a lot more to her than just a legal bonding, it was a promise. Months ago they decided that they were ready to start a family. After completing a two year college course she began to start taking a couple classes online and she had all the free time in the world. They believed that this would be a perfect time to get a head start on their future.
Natalie let her legs fall down his sides, her feet pressing against the soft carpet of their living room. A small giggle escaped the brunette's lips as she moved in front of the boy, shaking her head lightly. "No -- No, Coop, I'm not." She said, biting down softly on her lesser petal. "We're gonna have a baby!" She said, excitement overwhelming her voice as she allowed her arms to snake back around the boy, this time the right way. "We're gonna have a baby." She repeated in a whisper, almost as if she couldn't believe it herself. She brought one of her arms back, lifting the small test so that he could view it with his own eyes.
Moodboard for Natalie Lancaster Jensen.
Natalie looked down at the tiny blue plus sign, her top teeth sinking into her bottom lip softly. This was it. The start of a family, the beginning of her future. Most people would be scared. After all, she was an engaged nineteen year old with a lot to look forward to in her life - but everything she looked forward to tied into one, and this would just add to it. She let the small smile tug at the corners of her lips as she sighed. Was she scared? Immensely. Was she excited? Incredibly.
The brunette gripped the test in her hand, exiting the small bathroom and jogging her way down the stairs. "Coop?" She called out, glancing around the small home before spotting him in the living room, standing over the TV and messing with the cable box. Natalie made her way over to him quickly, jumping onto his back and wrapping her legs around his waist from behind. "We're pregnant." She whispered into his ear, her arms snaked around his neck and her fingers pressing against the bare skin of his chest.
”I just miss you alright.” He stated, telling the full utter truth. “Please come down, — please.” The male sighed.
Natalie let out a soft sigh before hitting the end button on the call, moving the curtain from her window and peering down. He wasn't lying. A soft, weak smile tugged at each corner of her lips as she nibbled lightly on the lesser petal, making her way out of the bedroom and down the stairs. She opened the door slowly, taking a few steps out onto the green grass of her front yard. "What are you doing here?" She asked, shivering once as the cold, night air pressed against her skin.
"What? What do you mean you're standing outside my window? It's three in the morning and you're full of shit."
Natalie ran her fingers across the long, red curtain — a small smile forming on her face as she glanced around the large theater. She swallowed once, standing directly in the middle of the stage as she peered over the empty seats.
”Why’d you take me here? You know I don’t sing anymore.”
who do you ship with sel
//like irl?? um my number 1 is dylan o'brien, then nat wolff, then logan lerman and sometimes harry styles. i ship justin bieber and her in rps a lot but not irl bc no.
“Lying get’s you into trouble you know.” he said more in a low whisper as he chuckled and picked her up around his waist when she jumped up. “It’s late and I just want to sleep.” he said as he walked up to her room with her, laying her down. “Hm, which side is mine for these three days? Let’s make it fun.” he said as he took his shirt off and slowly walked over to take her hand to run down the front of his chest and stomach.
"I'm not lying, I'm innocent as a cupcake." Natalie mused, soft giggles falling from her lips as she wrapped her legs around his waist, her arms draping loosely over his shoulders. "Oh, yeah -- I'm sure you just want to sleep." Natalie said, a hint of sarcasm evident in her tone. She bit down on her lesser lip softly as he walked up to her room, laying her down on the bed softly. "You get the left side." Natalie said, her eyes trailing down his body as he grabbed her hand. "You're ridiculous."
Benjamin listened to her offer as he groaned out softly with a nod. “It was beginning to sound like a sex trade until the spiders comment.” he said with a small laugh and nodded. “Deal.” he ended as his hand roamed down to her butt, gently squeezing them. “Jump up.” he ordered her firmly, but softly as he looked at her.
Natalie faked a gasp as he spoke up, placing one of her hands over her heart as she feigned offense. "Benjamin! I am not that type of girl." She protested, small giggles lacing her words as his hands roamed down her body. She let a soft smile come to her face as she followed his order, jumping up and waiting for his next move.
Seeing her eyes meet his, he gazed down at her biting her lips as something small stirred in his stomach at her current ordeal. “Three days?” he smirked as he pretended to think about it. “My schedules clear and what better way than to make you feel wanted by staying with you here.” he said as he leaned in to kiss her neck to mess with her. “And what will these three days consist of?” he asked her lightly as he brought his lips up to press against her ear.
"Three days." Natalie repeated, nodding once in the process and quirking an eyebrow up as he began to "think". "Plus, what's the point of you driving thirty whole minutes back home when you have a perfectly good bed right here in my room?" The brunette questioned, giggling softly as his soft lips pressed against the skin on her neck. "Mm --" She hummed, thinking for a moment. "-- you killing spiders for me, of course."
Eyeing her suspiciously, he moved his jaw around. “Hm, was this whole thing just so I could stay over without you really having to ask me?” he teased her as he backed her up against the counter. “Because if so I don’t mind at all as long as I get to hold you tonight.”
"Maybe." Natalie mused, giggles escaping her lips as he backed her up against the counter. "Well, it looks like it's your lucky night, Moore." The brunette said, biting down on her bottom lip softly as her eyes met with his. "Because my parents won't be home for another three days and I'm awful lonely."
“I know… and it’s amazing! But I, uh, I have something to tell you,” Jeremy mumbled, knowing that the next few words coming out of his mouth could ruin everything that had just happened and god knew, the young guy did not want that to happen. “I’m not quite sure, how you’ll take this,” he mumbled, unsure whether or not he should keep eyecontact. “I have a son.”
Natalie raised both of her eyebrows as he started to speak, his words becoming more and more mysterious by the second. "Not sure how i'll take what?" She asked, swallowing once as she waited for whatever he had to say. Once the words fell from his lips, she found herself stunned. "Wait, what?" It wasn't the fact that he had a son that bugged her so much, but the fact that he had kept it from her. "I, uh, w-well -- do I get to meet him?" She asked.
headcanons:
001. what they smell like: coconut body wash and vanilla lotion
002. how they sleep: cuddled against a pillow or a person, preferably a person
003. what music they enjoy: anything and everything
004. how much time they spend getting ready every morning: probably about 20-30 minutes. it usually takes a lot just to get her hair tamed, especially after sleeping on it.
005. their favorite thing to collect: books
006. left or right-handed: right handed
007. religion: she was raised in a Christian household, but she doesn't really label herself. she believes in God, but isn't very religious.
008. favourite sport: basketball.
009. favourite touristy thing to do when traveling: take pictures, lots and lots of pictures. she believes you will only regret the pictures you didn't take.
010. favourite kind of weather: she likes cold weather.
011. a weird/obscure fear they have: she's afraid of thunderstorms, she literally cannot stand them and has to be with someone or listen to music during one.
Feeling her arms wrap around him from behind, Ben turned around in her grasp to stare down at her. “Well, you don’t get spiders everyday do you? But you know what? You can collect those bowls and when I have time to come over, I’ll get rid of them for you, how about that?” he chuckled and kissed the tip of her nose. “You’re silly you know that?”
Natalie smiled as his body turned in her arms, her eyes connecting with his as she peered up at the taller male. "Sounds good to me, Mr. Knight in Shining Armor." She said, giggling a little as his lips pressed against the top of her nose quickly. "Yeah, yeah, yeah-- you've told me." She said, biting down on her bottom lip softly. "You know -- now that you're already over here, you should probably just stay the night -- to look out for more spiders, of course."
Jeremey smiled, as her lips pressed to his and his hands moved to her cheeks, holding her face between his hands, as their lips touched. Unless she was messing with him, he had a pretty good idea that she felt the same way, as he did. “God, I love you,” the guy spoke between kisses. After just a few seconds Jeremy pulled away, a worried expression suddenly on his face. “Uh…”
A small smile tugged at the corners of the brunette's lips at his random mumbling between the colliding of their lips. Natalie swallowed once as he pulled away slowly, obviously unsure of how she was taking this whole I love you ordeal. "I love you too, knucklehead." She whispered, gentle giggles escaping her lips as she bit down on her bottom lip softly as she kept her hand resting gently on his side.