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: ̗̀➛ warnings: light sex mention, pregnancy, weight gain, war-related stuff, blood, wounds.
: ̗̀➛ summary: just a sweet john price scenario/ imagine about him as a sweet first-time father.
➥ fatherhood, a topic that always seemed to attract john price. those little chubby hands, the tiny fingers and the squeaky laughs and giggles. he knew that a man like him, rugged and tough around the edges, shouldn't dream about having one of his own -- but every time he woke up from that blissful dream, a toddler calling out his name and gripping his leg after coming from a long deployment; the sweat would be dripping over his forehead in beads, an empty feeling in his chest.
➥ it was a longing he could never quite shake, even though his life was no place for a family. constantly on the move, never knowing if he’d make it back, surrounded by war, blood, and violence. but the image of those small, trusting eyes staring up at him, filled with pure innocence, tugged at something deep within him. something buried under years of grit and duty. it made him feel human in ways his work never did.
➥ sometimes, he would catch himself staring a little too long at families in the airport or on leave, watching fathers cradle their children, the way they looked at them with pure love, pure protection. it stirred a sense of envy, a soft pang of jealousy that was quickly drowned by the weight of reality. he couldn’t be that man — not with the life he led.
➥ it was the life he chose, the life he knew. but deep down, in the quietest corners of his soul, john wondered what it might be like. to feel those chubby little arms around his neck, to hear that tiny voice whisper “daddy” in his ear, to have something more than war waiting for him at the end of the day.
➥ but then you came into the picture, and if his life didn't make a whole 180-degree turn, it for sure did a 360-degree turn. he was gobsmacked, to say the least. you were so perfect, so thoughtful, everything he had ever wanted in life, you were giving it to him on a silver platter.
➥ at first, he resisted, tried to keep his distance, telling himself that it was for the best. that he couldn’t afford to let anyone in, couldn’t risk pulling someone into the dangerous orbit of his world. but there was something about you, something undeniable, something that made all those walls he had spent years building start to crack.
➥ you saw through him. past the hardened soldier, past the scars, past the layers of self-preservation, he had wrapped himself in like armour. you saw the man beneath it all, the man who longed for something more than just surviving the battlefield. and against his better judgment, he found himself opening up to you, slowly but surely. he found himself imagining a life with you—one that didn’t end with a rifle in his hand and blood on his boots.
➥ it terrified him how easily he fell into the idea of a future with you. you made him see things differently. made him realise that maybe, just maybe, he didn’t have to spend his life alone. that he didn’t have to sacrifice every part of himself for the job. with you, he could imagine the impossible: a family. a life that wasn’t defined by war and loss.
➥ you went from being a parasite that flooded john's thoughts inside and outside of the warzone to being the reason to come home, even if it was bloody and limping. his new mission was to always come home to you, always, even if only to kiss you goodbye before passing away. but the risk was always there, lingering in the shadows, threatening to end it all. bringing you into the mess he called his life would mean you'd be a target, a weakness. and god if that wasn't his worst nightmare, to lose you because of his greediness to keep you there, with him.
➥ but he took the plunge, getting on one knee after a four-month-long deployment the moment you opened the door, tears in your eyes as you yelled out "yes! yes!" over and over, his body almost toppling backwards as you launched yourself at him. it was perfect, a moment that got engraved in his mind despite having wanted to propose to you in a way you deserved, thoughtful and loving -- just like you were. but the velvet box was burning a hole in his military cargos, and the weight in his heart was too much for him to bear.
➥ the wedding itself was perfect, you in that white dress and beautiful bouquet, all the details thought down to a t. all his teammates dressed up in suits, looking almost ridiculous compared to the wounded state that they usually carried themselves in. his palms were dripping sweat when holding the crumbled paper that contained his vows -- vows to a future alongside you, until death tore you apart, and even in the afterlife. and the kiss? he couldn't even wait for the priest to finish saying "kiss the bride" before grabbing onto your waist and dipping you down, tears flowing over his cheeks as he gave you the sloppiest, most meaningful kiss of your life.
➥ after the ceremony, the reception was a blur of laughter, dancing, and endless congratulations. the way your eyes sparkled as you swayed in his arms during the first dance made everything else fade into the background. the world outside that ballroom didn’t exist, not for him, not for you. it was just the two of you, as it always would be. your head resting against his chest, the slow rhythm of the music matching the steady beat of his heart. he whispered promises in your ear, words only for you, while his fingers traced small circles on your back. his teammates cheered and whistled as the music picked up, pulling you both into a joyful, chaotic spin on the dance floor, but no matter how loud the room got, you were always his focus.
"We're really doing this," he murmured, disbelief lacing his voice.
"You're mine forever," you smiled up at him, brushing a tear from his cheek with your thumb. "Forever and always," you promised.
➥ the honeymoon was a whirlwind of passion, laughter, and serenity, just the way you both envisioned it. after the adrenaline-filled chaos of wedding planning and the emotional ceremony, it was a dream to escape to a secluded paradise together. the two of you chose a small, sun-drenched island, where the turquoise waters kissed the shore, and the horizon seemed endless. from the moment you arrived, it was as though time slowed down just for the two of you.
➥ every morning began with the two of you tangled in the softest white sheets, the smell of saltwater wafting through the open windows. his arms around you felt like the safest place in the world, grounding you in a love that had been tested by distance and duty. there were no alarms, no missions to rush to—just the gentle sound of waves crashing and the warmth of his body pressed against yours. he’d brush a kiss against your forehead as you both lazily drifted in and out of sleep, neither in a rush to break the perfect spell of those quiet moments.
➥ days were spent wandering hand in hand along the shore, the cool ocean breeze playing with your hair while you shared quiet conversations and inside jokes. his eyes would linger on you longer than usual, taking in the sight of you completely at peace, your smile bright and carefree. he loved seeing you like this—happy, relaxed, and far from the stresses that once haunted your everyday lives. he’d often pull you into the water with him, splashing and laughing until you collapsed into each other’s arms, breathless and content.
➥ at night, the world around you seemed to disappear as the sky lit up with stars. candlelit dinners on the beach were accompanied by soft music, your feet barely touching the sand as you danced under the moonlight. the way he held you close, his breath warm against your ear as he whispered sweet nothings, made your heart flutter all over again, just like it had the first time he kissed you. the intimacy of the moment, the sound of the waves in the background, made everything feel like a fairytale—only this time, it was real, and it was yours.
➥ back in your private bungalow, the nights were filled with passion—every touch, every kiss charged with a sense of urgency and love. you could feel how much he adored you in the way his fingers traced over your skin, how his kisses lingered on your lips as if he was trying to memorize every part of you. and when he held you afterwards, his heartbeat steady under your cheek, you knew this was exactly where you were meant to be.
➥ as the days blended together, you talked about your future—about the family you’d build, the home you’d create, and the adventures that still awaited. he told you how he couldn’t wait to spend the rest of his life by your side, to love you through every high and low, no matter what. in those moments, it felt like the world belonged only to the two of you, like nothing could ever come between the love you had.
➥ and as the days passed and you were both reeled back into your usual routines, the thoughts came back once more. babies, babies, babies. it certainly didn't help that one of your closest friends had given birth not long ago and asked you to watch over the sweet little thing for many days, staying in your house until midnight. the way you'd coo at the baby, and make silly faces just to gain a high-pitched laugh which would always, without a fault, earn a blush touching up at your cheeks. you looked too good holding that chubby thing in your arms, swaying it to sleep and making sure the milk was warm enough before giving it to them, patting his back to earn a small burp afterwards.
➥ he would watch you in those moments, unable to hide the smile that crept onto his face as you held the baby with such tenderness, a softness he adored. each time you cradled the baby in your arms, cooing and swaying them to sleep, he felt a tug at his heart, imagining what it would be like if that were your child, his child. the way you effortlessly cared for the little one left him speechless, lost in thoughts of the future you had talked about—of the family you would one day build together. it was impossible not to feel the growing desire to take that next step.
➥ one night, after your friend had finally come to pick up her baby and you were left in the quiet stillness of your home, he sat down beside you, pulling you into his arms. he pressed a kiss to your temple and whispered,
"You'd make an amazing mother, you know that?" his words lingered in the air between you, filled with a quiet longing. "I've been thinking about it a lot lately. About us. About… our family."
you turned to face him, your heart fluttering as you saw the sincerity in his eyes. his gaze was warm, loving, and filled with so much hope for the future. you'd both talked about it before, in passing, but this felt different. there was a weight to his words now, a certainty that came with time and reflection. "Do you think we're ready?" you asked softly, searching his face for any hint of hesitation.
"I know we're ready."
➥ and soon after, the day came. at work, his phone rang over and over again, not knowing the surprise that was being held behind the ringtone.
➥ you’d called him, texted him, left a voicemail, each one holding back the tidal wave of emotion that threatened to spill out. now you were waiting, pacing the floor, glancing at the clock. the house, normally your sanctuary, felt too quiet, too small to contain the news.
➥ finally, you heard the door open. his footsteps echoed through the hallway, each one pulling you closer to the moment you’d dreamed of sharing with him. when he walked in, his brow furrowed, clearly confused by the number of missed calls, you couldn’t hold it in any longer. you pulled the little item from behind your back—the pregnancy test, the tiny sign that everything was about to change. for a moment, he just stared at it, uncomprehending. then his gaze flickered up to meet yours, eyes wide and full of wonder.
➥ a beat of silence stretched between you, and then, without warning, he crossed the distance and scooped you into his arms, spinning you around as laughter and joy erupted from both of you. when he set you down, his hands cupped your face gently, his eyes shimmering with unshed tears.
➥ he kissed you then, deeply, passionately, as though he could pour every bit of love and happiness he felt into that single moment. when he pulled back, his hand rested tenderly on your stomach, and the two of you stood there, wrapped in the enormity of the life you were about to build together.
➥ there was no uncertainty now, only a shared sense of purpose, of excitement, of love. your family, the one you had both quietly dreamed about, was finally becoming real.
➥ the pregnancy went as smooth as water, with no complications aside from the weird cravings, the morning sickness, the meltdowns over gaining weight and your favourite pair of jeans fitting no more. but for john, it was all more than worth it. you held a certain glow, always bringing sunshine into every room you stepped in, your hair softer and shinier than ever. he'd spend hours with his ears pressed against your protruding belly, his beard tickling your belly button as he placed kisses all over your abdomen, trying to see if his baby would kick back, even if just once. every day, you gave him more reasons to be thankful, to the point where looking at you sleep with your hand over your stomach would bring tears to his eyes.
➥ one night, as you lay in bed, the moonlight pouring through the window, you felt an odd sense of urgency. It was time. you turned to john, who was already half-asleep, and gently shook him awake. his eyes flickered open, and he blinked at you, trying to read your expression. within moments, the calm of your home transformed into a whirlwind of activity. john rushed to gather your hospital bag while you focused on breathing through the mild contractions that had begun. each breath reminded you of how strong your body had become, and how far you had come together. hours passed, a blur of intense emotions, laughter, and moments of vulnerability. the pain ebbed and flowed, each wave a reminder of the incredible journey you were about to embark on. john was your rock, his presence grounding you as you focused on bringing your child into the world.
➥ the first cry pierced the air, and suddenly, there was your baby—a tiny bundle of life, fresh and new, placed onto your chest. you looked down, tears streaming down your face, as you met the eyes of your little one for the first time.
john knelt beside you, his own tears reflecting the joy and love that filled the room. “You did it,” he whispered, brushing your hair back from your face.
➥ the first few days at home were a blur of sleepless nights and overwhelming love. you marveled at the tiny features of your baby, each minute detail filling your heart with a warmth you had never known. john was right by your side, equally enchanted, his eyes sparkling every time he caught a glimpse of your little miracle.
➥ nights were a mix of soft coos and gentle cries, punctuated by the soothing sounds of lullabies you played softly in the background. the once-quiet house now felt alive with the sweet symphony of parenthood. you took turns comforting your baby, learning the rhythm of their needs, and finding solace in the shared moments of quiet as the world outside faded away.
➥ during the day, sunlight streamed through the windows, casting a golden glow in the nursery where you had carefully curated every little detail. you spent hours swaddling your baby in soft blankets, your fingers tracing the delicate contours of their face. each time you cradled them, a sense of purpose filled your heart.
➥ one afternoon, while John was preparing lunch, you sat in the rocking chair, your baby nestled against you. you whispered sweet nothings, revelling in the magic of these fleeting moments. the soft creaking of the chair, coupled with the rhythmic breathing of your little one, created a peaceful cocoon around you. you could hardly believe how lucky you were to have created this life together.
“Can you believe it?” you said softly to your baby, a smile spreading across your face. “You’re ours.”
john peeked into the room, a proud smile illuminating his features. “What’s that?” he asked playfully. “Are you telling our little one all your secrets?”
you laughed, glancing up at him. “Just sharing how amazing they are.”
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