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Summary: While waiting for his breakfast in the drive-thru line Sy becomes smitten for the stranger in the car behind him. What would happen if he paid for her breakfast, and slipped her his number?
FYI this is the first story/drabble that I’ve posted in like two years so go easy on me lol. If you like it let me know and share. THANK YOU!!
Word Count: 900
Warnings: Fluffier than a cloud under a baby cherub the day before Valentine’s Day. This was dreamt up from waiting in line behind a hot guy at McDonald’s lol.
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“Alright, I have you for three bacon, sausage and egg wraps and a venti black coffee. Is that all for you today?” The barista questioned politely.
“Yes, I believe so.”
If the person speaking from the screen told Sy his total but he didn’t hear it.
The bright glint of 7 am sunshine reflected off of the black suburban pulling in behind him in his side mirror, pulling his gaze away from the menu board.
Tilting his sunglasses down the bridge of his nose, he peered over the top of the frame to see a woman who was casually scrolling her phone. He watched the most beautiful smile he’d seen in a long time spread across her face.
The car at the window departed causing the other vehicles to move to their new places in line.
Taking his spot, two cars down from the window, Sy thought to himself, “now how do I get her to notice me?”
He looked back as she was ordering.
“Good morning, can I take your order?” Hard to miss the crisp, metallic loudness of a drive thru speaker.
“Good morning! Yes I’d like a large iced white chocolate mocha and…” She was chipper. Was she always a morning person? Would be his polar opposite, but he might not mind that. Her voice had a sing songy lilt to it, an upwards spring that could melt any man’s heart.
“I love her.” Sy muttered to himself.
In his distracted trance, he missed the next car leaving and was now only one car away. He knew he had to act fast before it was too late.
Taking out a pen from the breast pocket of his tattered, old flannel shirt, he wrote his number on the back of yesterday’s McDonald’s receipt that he’d mindlessly thrown into the passenger's seat. He scribbled down a note with his name.
The car ahead of him pulled away just as Sy pulled his wallet out of the console. His nerves began to saddle up next to him.
“Good morning! That’ll be $26.19.” The cashier greeted him with a beaming smile.
“Mornin' friend. I was wonderin’, could you do me a favor?” Sy took another look in the side mirror.
“That depends on the favor,” the cashier said playfully, giving Sy a wink.
“Well,” Sy chuckled, “I can’t say I’m not flattered,” he handed the cashier his card and the folded over receipt, “but, I was going to ask if you would put that lovely ladies order on my tab. And would you give her that for me? She’s absolutely breath takin’.”
“Awwww honey, of course I will! Ooh! I love a meet cute!” Running his card for both orders they tucked the note just under the register so it wouldn’t blow away as they handed out Sy’s order. “Now if yall get married, I wanna be invited to the wedding, you hear?”
“You got it, pal!” Sy beamed at the thought of their wedding.
“Honey, with those eyes, and that smile… mm. I will definitely let her know what she would be missing out on!”
Sy laughed and thanked them as he drove up to the stop sign.
He looked back to see her at the window. He saw them talking. Sy watched, holding his breath in anticipation as the cashier handed out the note. The beautiful stranger looked down, reading the note and smiled.
She looked at Sy's truck.
They made eye contact.
Sy nodded a greeting, holding out two fingers in a wave. A charming smile peaked from behind his beard.
She smiled, mouthed out a “thank you… but,” and held up her left hand.
Sy raised his chin in a half nod of acknowledgement. He kept smiling, however. With a bittersweet expression on their face, the cashier's shoulders slumped.
Sy waved a respectful goodbye, then looked to the street ahead.
They handed out her order, joking playfully, albeit still feeling a bit defeated.
“No offense to your hubby, but that was not how this romance was supposed to play out.” The woman couldn’t help but laugh. “This was supposed to be like a Hallmark movie.”
Sy’s old truck rumbled away from the stop sign.
“Well, you know some love stories have a big plot twist,” the woman questioned.
“Yeah?” The cashier seemed puzzled as she reached for her phone.
She unlocked her phone, swiped off TikTok and went to her photos.
“This is from yesterday, at my best friend's birthday party.” Showing the barista a picture of herself, a woman holding a little boy probably about three years old, and two other men in front of a table of presents. One of the men looked especially familiar.
“His name is Sy. We met 8 years ago today in line at a drive-thru back in my hometown. He had paid for my lunch and left his number on the receipt. We’ve been married for five years now.”
She smiled the whole time she told the story, rubbing the paper in her hand with her thumb fondly. The cashier was almost in tears, clutching their apron to their chest.
“Awwwww! That is so sweet! May I ask, what did his note say?”
“The same thing it said 8 years ago,” she smiled. “The same thing it says everytime I’m fortunate enough to be able to get in line behind him.”
hi hi mama k, saw daddy Kapler trending on twt bc one of his pitchers sassed him... my GOD this man can handle brats it's... I'm going wild....
Oh. Oh. Ohhhh. That’s a Daddy Look if I’ve ever seen one, holy shit. The way he pulls him away from everyone else to lay into him?? 😵💫😫🥲 I’m…I’m going to be in my pants head about this all night. Oh babe thank you thank you. ❤️🥰😫
soooo I googled Gabe Kepler (since I’m Australian) and from ONE pic, the $14M net worth, the S&P beard and the age?
I’m ready to listen. lead the way bestie
I should have known you would be the one to indulge me. 😌 Ilysm.
Okay okay okay pardon the usual fandom interruption, hehe. But...
...he is more than worthy of this interruption. 🤭
Listen, I don't know anything about this man aside from the half hour burst of hyper-fixation where I googled him so, aside from the facts, this is complete bullshit fantasy, okay okay okay?
he’s the manager, the coach, the leader because of course this mf is
he sure looks like the definition of tall, dark, and handsome in my book, is fit af, a big boi, could probably pick up my twin mama 200+ pound tush up and 😮💨
the beard, the beard is impeeeeeccable, it's tight and salt and peppery, and looks soft af, barkbarkwoofwoof c'mere zaddy
the hand tattoo. the hand tattoo. the hand tattoo (from what i read it's to memorialize his father who had parkinson's 🥺) don't mind me sitting here dizzy in my drool, what a pretty necklace it would make 😵💫
and the sheer size of his hands alone has me faint, wanna get 'em on my throat on my waist on my ass plz
he openly believes in the blm movement, doesn't come out for the national anthem, uses his platform to take a stance and speak out on unjustness and that's arguably the hottest thing about him
y'all should see him get angry too, he got kicked out of a game recently and I 😳🥲
he's' almost 50 years old..........
his taste in music is 💅🏻🙏🏻😻 he once stopped an interview so everyone could listen to greta van fleet playing in the stadium lol my man
have I mentioned he’s ripped af? Like the body is shredded, it’s wild
my current daydream is one where he picks me up from my apartment (daydreams do not include husband or twinsies no I do not feel bad about that yes I am madly in love with my life and my family) and we baaaaaaaarely make it to dinner in time and he’s handsy af and he feeds me bites of food from his fingers and it’s steamy af and he gives me kisses all up and down my neck and asks if I want to come back to his place and—
In conclusion: the stamina, that mean mug, the glasses, the hands, the broodiness, the passion, the body
Mama K, he gives the vibe of a Daddy who would pin you down face down on the bed and fuck and fuck you like a goddamn whore (respectfully). Fast and dirty and his mouth probably tastes like bourbon, the fancy shit that comes from the top shelf. When he's done, he probably eats you out with that beard leaving all kinds of marks between your thighs until you come again. Then he'd make you ride him.
By the end of the night, you're probably wrung the fuck out in best possible way. Your limbs are made of jelly and your head is totally empty. He probably whispers how good a girl/boy/baby you are in the filthiest way possible while his cock is still inside you.
And when his team wins a game? Holy shit you better be ready because he's gonna go fucking wild. Every surface of the home. Couch, table, desk, countertop, you name it. He'd carry you there, lay you out, and fuck like a beast. He'd go hard and fast, taking full advantage of his athletic physique to get you in just the right position to have you screaming.
That's the vibe I get anyway. This is a fun and dirty Daddy for sure.
Summary: It’s a very pregnant Christmas for the Evanses.
Warnings: 18+ As always, MINORS DNI. RPF, SMUT. Not Beta’d. Flashbacks, discussion of miscarriages, grief, angst, beach vacay, piggy back ride, Kit cooking, family dynamics. Graphic depiction of pregnancy sex. Dunkin’. But mostly fluffy fluff.
A/N: This is for #DJ’sAllIWant4KChristmas and based on this ask. Also listen. Look me in my eyes. This was not easy for me to write and I don’t want to see any dumb comments about miscarriages. Heed the warnings. This is a part of the How I Met Your Father AU.
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Chris’s hand snaked around your baby bump and pulled you flush against his chest. You snuggled back against him and his hard body.
“Hmmmmm…G’morning.”
Chris buried his nose in your fragrant curls, your bonnet having come off in your sleep. You were less able to be comfortable as your pregnancy progressed, but luckily this pregnancy was healthy, despite the worry of the first few weeks.
You’d lost two pregnancies since you had the twins 12 years ago. You and Chris had been heartbroken, but decided not to try again and that your family was complete. You loved and lived life to the fullest.
However, when the twins were 12 years old, you discovered through a home pregnancy test that you were expecting again. It was right before your family trip last summer, and you were on edge for the first few days of the vacation.
You decided to tell Chris as you walked on the beach on the second evening.
“I have a secret to tell you, Chris.”
“What is it, Angel?”
Chris was a little concerned, you’d been jittery and moody. He stopped and looked at you in the light of the golden hour. You were so beautiful.
“Is everything okay?”
He reached for you and pulled you into his embrace. You relaxed into his strength, his warmth, and his smell. And you started crying.
“Chris. I…I’m… I’m”
“Shhhh. It’s okay. I know you’ve been stressed. What with the new position, the twins going to junior high and your cousin’s graduation and this trip.”
He kissed the top of your head.
“I see how exhausted you’ve been, falling asleep on the couch every night. That’s why I had hoped that you would take this opportunity to relax…”
“Chris. I’m pregnant.”
Chris didn’t believe he’d heard you. Your last pregnancy was over five years ago. He’d gone ten toes down for his perfect little family. And he didn’t know if he could go through that loss again. He knew you couldn’t.
Chris drew back to look you in the eye.
“What did you say?”
You looked into the deep blue pools of his eyes and took a deep breath.
“I’m pregnant.”
“But… how?”
You couldn’t help but laugh at him. He joined you.
“I mean…”
He grinned at you, your laughter making him stronger.
“Well, you’ve always had that super soldier sperm. And it’s rare, but vasectomies can fail…”
Chris just blinked at you.
“Oh my god. We’re gonna have another baby. When?”
Chris was absolutely giddy.
“I haven’t been to the doctor, but maybe in about eight months? January?”
Chris was still in shock.
“Boy or girl? Twins or just one?”
“Yep!”
You both broke down in laughter. You were beginning to think you could do this.
A jolt of joy suddenly struck Chris. He couldn’t wallow in grief; this was another chance.
He picked you up and twirled you around.
“CHRIS! CHRIS! I’m gonna throw up!”
You were laughing, but also about to hurl.
“Oh shit. I’m sorry. I just. I love you so much. And I love us. And the twins. And this bundle of joy in here.”
Chris’s warm palm covered your belly, and you reached up to kiss him, for a moment, all fear of loss gone.
He beamed down at you and you up at him.
“I love you too, Chris.”
You smiled at him again, and then hugged him.
“How are you? Are you okay?”
“Yes, I’m fine!”
Chris looked back down the beach.
“It’s too far for you to walk back.”
“No, I’m…”
He turned around and bent down. He looked back at you over his shoulder.
“Get on.”
“Chris, you’re being…”
“Get on, Y/N.”
You sighed and climbed on his back. Chris easily stood up and set off toward the beach house. You put your chin in his shoulder and started to think as he effortlessly carried you back.
“Chris…”
“I know. We’ll wait until we go to the doctor to tell anyone.”
You nodded, grateful for the connection between you and your husband. After you told Chris, you were able to relax and enjoy the rest of the trip.
Telling the twins after you were past the 12 week mark was an experience.
“You two are disgusting.”
“Wynn Angel Evans! You need to watch your tone.”
“I’m sorry. But aren’t you both a little old for this?
Chris wasn’t having it.
“Do you want to go to your room until you’re as old as we are?”
Wynn got quiet, not used to harsh words from her dad. CJ was just silent. You sensed some warring emotions in him. You two had always been close. He looked at you with those eyes just like his dad’s and you knew. You cocked your head and CJ came to give you a hug. You held your arm out for Wynn, who sat on the other side of you, between you and Chris.
“Listen. I know this is a lot. And you’re right, I am older, but I’m not that old. But dad is.”
You nudged Wynn and laughed as Chris protested.
“Hey!”
Now there was laughter in the room.
“And neither of you have to worry that you will be replaced. We will love you forever. Our hearts will just get bigger.”
You looked from twin to twin.
“Yours will, too.”
Everyone calmed down a bit after that, catching the joy of a new life in the house. You took a sabbatical from work in order to take care of yourself.
That was over six months ago. You’d had a healthy pregnancy and were excited to meet the new member of the Evans family. At Christmas you were 37 weeks. So close.
You snuggled back onto Chris’s erection as he gently felt up your sensitive breasts. Your nipples pebbled as he pressed his lips to the side of your neck.
“What are you up to, Daddy?”
You felt Chris’s dick jump against your backside.
“I’m trying to make you feel good. Give you an extra present after yesterday’s festivities.”
Chris’s hand moved down your side and slid under your belly to slip his thick fingers into your panties.
You moaned as he found you wet and wanton, moving against his hand for more friction.
Chris gently but down on your pulse point, causing you to keen.
“Chris…”
“What do you want, Angel? What do you need?”
Chris was grinding against your panties, the wet tip of his cock promising something that he had yet to give you.
“You, Chris, Please…”
“Oh My beautiful girl, you don’t need to beg. This is always for you.”
As he whispered praises in your ear, Chris was lifting your thigh, pulling your panties to the side, and slowly entering you while laying down
“Oooohhhh….”
You arched and threw your head back onto Chris’s chest. The shudder as he entered you was inescapable.
“Dammmmmnnnnn, Angel. So so tight.”
Chris was fully seated inside of you and gripping your hip to keep control.
Lovemaking wasn’t vigorous anymore, but it was needed. And you knew that It would be a while after the baby came. You wanted to savor this connection.
“Ohhhh. Chrissy. Please. Give it to me…”
“Nnnnnnnghhhh!”
Chris moaned.
“You always have me wanting to lose control. Lose myself in you… My favorite thing.”
“Hmmmmm.”
You licked your lips as Chris started moving, him looking down over your shoulder as he watched you cream on his dick in the early morning light.
“Even after all these years?”
The kiss he gave you on your cheek would have been chaste, except that his huge cock was invading your fat, swollen, sensitive cunt.
“For many more to come, god willing.”
Chris started pumping a little harder now.
“Please, I want to die like this..”
Chris kissed the side of your neck as he rocked his cock deep inside you and his words made your heart swell and beat in time with his, and you started to climax.
“Ohhhh…ohhhhhhh, ohhhhh! Chris!”
“God you’re squeezing me… I can’t. I can’t hold it damn you make me…”
Chris thrusted for dear life as he emptied his seed into you. He lazily thrummed your clit, causing you to shudder as you came down.
A few minutes later, Chris carefully slipped out of you and led you to the shower, where he lovingly washed you both up. Your eyelids were drooping.
“Get some rest, mama. I’ll get you some food.”
One hour later, your growling stomach and kicking kid propelled you out of bed to the kitchen, where you caught the tail end of an argument between Chris and Kit who had come to Massachusetts with your family for Christmas. Wynn and CJ were watching, enthralled.
Someone (you guessed Kit) had tried to make pancakes in the microwave. What resulted was a rubbery mess.
“You really can’t cook, can you?”
Chris was grumbling as he cleaned up the mess.
“No shit, Sherlock. When in the 13 years that you’ve known me, have you known me to cook?”
Chris scowled.
“Then why did you say yes when I asked you to make breakfast for your best friend?”
“Because I will do anything for her. And don’t you forget it, Dude Bro.”
Kit was threatening Chris with a rubber pancake.
“How ‘bout we go to Dunkin’?”
You chuckled as you rescued your husband from certain doom.
Less than 24 hours later, Jack Arthur Evans was born, healthy at 7 lbs 8 oz two days after Christmas.
The moment everyone met him, no one could imagine the world without him.
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