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I love your fics so much. I was wondering if I could request one for ditzy reader and Rafe going to a Sabrina Carpenter concert and ditzy reader getting arrested by Sabrina for her Juno arrest and Rafe saying whatever position she does, they're going to do tonight
Juno!
a/n - sorry if this is bad I personally don’t rlly listen to Sabrina carpenter also sorry for not posting for 2weeks guys I couldn’t catch a break
The day that Rafe surprised you with tickets for the concert was special in every way. It was your three-year anniversary, and he had taken you out for dinner, and as the waiter left to go put in your dessert orders, Rafe slid a box across the table to you.
“What’s this, Rafey?” You question, inspecting the box.
“Just open it; it’s a surprise for you, baby." He smiles, holding eye contact the whole time.
You immediately get giddy as you untie the ribbon, loving surprises. You were practically jumping out of your seat as you lifted the box. The second your eyes landed on the tickets, reading the description of the Short and Sweet concert, your eyes widened unimaginably. You let out a loud squeal with the widest smile on your face, forgetting in that moment that you were in public.
Rafe chuckles as you are now literally jumping up and down in your seat. "Are you that happy, baby?”
“Yes, yes, yes! Oh, how’d you know I wanted to go!?” You say while still smiling, not caring about the other tables staring at you.
“Because you told me a few months ago, and I saw she was coming to a stadium about an hour away for her tour.”
“Omg! I just can’t believe it; you are like the best boyfriend ever!” You squeal again, getting up to hug him.
Rafe huffs in disbelief at your reaction, but he remains happy at your reaction nonetheless. "Alright, baby, let’s tone it down a bit, okay? There are a lot of people in here."
"Oh, whoops, sorry," you whisper out, trying to contain your smile.
A few months later and the concert was in two days. Rafe wanted to be prepared, so he packed his things and got a hotel nearby the stadium. The whole stay you were giddy and hardly able to calm down. Now Rafe had ordered takeout from your favorite food place.
“Are you excited, baby?” Rafe asks while feeding you a bite of his food.
“Mhm!” You beam excitedly, swallowing the food. You smile at him. “I can’t wait! Oh gosh, I hope my outfit is cute enough..."
“It’s covered in glitter and lace, baby; you’ll be the prettiest one there, I promise." Rafe chuckles before remembering the pain his hands were in from helping you bedazzle your entire outfit.
“Okay, well, if I get arrested, I want to make sure I look the best on the camera!” You whine as you pull yet another bag of frills from your bag that you were planning to add.
Rafe looks at you bewildered. “Arrested? Baby, are you planning to sneak some shit in or something?
“No Rafe! It’s a part of her concerts; someone gets arrested for being too hot, then she does the song, and then comes the pose, y'know"
“Uh no, I don’t know, baby. The hell is the pose?” Rafe questions, becoming more and more confused by the second.
“Ugh! You didn’t even search up the concert? Gosh, Rafe, it’s during her song Juno, and then she does a pose of a random sex position!” You huff at him because he should’ve known better.
"Are you serious?”
“Obvi!”
“Huh, well, baby, let me tell you this: whatever pose she does for this Juni thing we’re going to be doing that night, that’s what I want for my thank you.” Rafe smirks before going back to eating.
“You’re so nasty! Fine, I guess I won’t be upset with that..." you hum, as you also go back to eating, except you were really just stealing from his plate.
The night of the concert you were still jumping around. After showering and deciding how to do your hair, you put on your little outfit and did your makeup, your top just being a babydoll lingerie top tailored a bit shorter and with a bit of added coverage, which Rafe reluctantly agreed to since he wanted to see you happy, paired with a pretty little skirt and the last-minute adding of fishnets since Rafe claimed you would be ‘cold.’ In reality he just wanted you covered more.
“How do I look?” You smile, giving Rafe a spin.
“So gorgeous, baby," he says while admiring you.
“So are you going to change yet or not? " You say innocently as you look at his outfit, khaki shorts, and a red polo.
Rafe gives a nervous chuckle. “Uh, I’m already ready, baby...?"
“Rafe. You’re joking right?”
"Nope."
“Ew! Rafe, Baby, you can’t wear that."
“Why not?”
“Because it’s gross! Those colors do not go well at all! Wear something like a baby pink or a blue, not bright red!”
"Well, I don’t have those colors right now, baby; I wish you would've told me earlier."
You huff in annoyance as you dig around in your suitcase and find a cuter-colored shirt for him that matches your top. “There! Also, you should’ve told me this was your outfit!”
“Okay, I’m sorry, baby; you’re right, I’ll go change.”
Finally, now that the crisis was resolved, the car ride to the stadium was a lesson for Rafe, a quick overview of the concert and songs. After parking and going through security, you made your way in to get drinks and a little snack.
“C’mon, Rafe, we have to hurry up! "Y'know, people would try and sneak in and steal our seats, and I’m not letting that happen, so pick it up," you say as you attempt to drag him.
"I'm going, baby; just give me a second," he chuckles as he speeds up just for you.
Of course you made it to your seats eventually, and luckily no people were there trying to steal them. After about an hour, the opening artist finished, and the concert began. Rafe stood there staring at you the whole time, watching you happily sing along, and then came the time.
As Sabrina was greeting the crowd and the camera was panning around, you grew more anxious by the second. Then finally it stopped, right on you as you stared off into the distance before realizing it. You squeal with excitement and speak with the biggest smile on your face as she asks your name and where you’re from. Then, of course, she hands the fluffy pink handcuffs down to a guard, where you then get 'arrested,' all while Rafe has a face that screams he is questioning the whole shebang. But as she started the song up, Rafe got curious about the handcuffs.
“So you get to keep them, right?” He says as he stands behind you.
“No Rafe! I only get them for a bit," you say as you wiggle them in his face.
“That’s dumb, but y’know we could go to the bathroom and utilize them," he says with a smirk, placing a kiss on your neck.
“Ew Rafe! Don’t be nasty; look, she’s about to do the pose!” You say to get his attention back on what mattered, watching Sabrina walk down the stage.
“Have you ever tried this one?” She says before sliding down on her knees, her butt reaching the ground and her legs back as she looks over her shoulder in a cowgirl sort of position with the crowd screaming. As she gets back up and continues with the show, you could tell Rafe was getting impatient in waiting to get back to the place. Eventually, though, the concert ended, and you were on the way back.
“You liked it, baby?” Rafe asks, looking over at you as you look through the various things you bought (with his money).
“Mhm! I didn’t expect to get arrested, but it was so fun!” You say while still buzzing with excitement.
A few minutes later, you arrive back and let out a deep sigh, ready to relax. That is until you feel Rafe’s hands snaking around your waist.
"Rafey... what are you doing, hm?” You question him, twisting around the ring on his finger.
“You didn’t forget, did you, baby? You promised that whatever pose she did we’d do..." he mumbles into your neck.
“But I thought you meant later! Not right after the concert!” You huff, just wanting to take a bath and relax.
“I never specified... and plus... I'm already so hard for you, baby..." He says as he picks you up and makes way for the bedroom.
"Hm... fine, but you’re going to be taking me a bath and making dinner.”
"Ma'am, yes ma’am.” He places a quick kiss on your cheek before dropping you on the bed and immediately getting to taking his pants off.
"Jeez... men are so impatient; at least undress your lady first," you scoff dramatically, milking the most you could out of the situation.
Rafe chuckles as he jumps on you, undressing you bit by bit until finally he is between your legs, placing hot, open-mouthed kisses on your thighs and licking up your aching clit, his long fingers plunging in and out of you—making you squirm and writhe up against his face.
“That’s it, baby, c'mon... just like that, you’re doing so good..." he says against your cunt.
“Please, Rafe... so close..." you whine out, pushing his head down against you as the pressure builds up.
“That’s it, baby, come for me; let me make you feel good," he says as he slightly speeds up the pace of his fingers, leading to him feeling your body tense and the hot flush of your release against his face and hand.
“Such a good girl," he chuckles as he licks up what remains on his hand before flipping you over and sitting you on his lower stomach.
"You're not going to let me blow you...?" You say with a pout, which may or may not have been fake.
“No baby, let tonight be all about you; you’re my main focus right now," he says softly, which made him seem sweet. “You alright, baby?” He raises an eyebrow at you as you nod—he gently holds onto your hips and lifts you up, lining himself up with your hole before lowering you down; a deep groan escapes him as he bottoms out inside.
“You’re so big, Rafe…" you whine as you try to get comfortable but struggle as his thick cock seemingly doesn’t stop stretching you out.
“I know, baby, let me help you…" he says as he starts to lift you up and drop you back down, agonizingly slow, teasing you as his cock drags along the walls of your cunt.
“You’re so mean…" you huff as you take back control, moving quicker at your own pace, ignoring the growing burn in your thighs as you bounce up and down even as he holds you.
Rafe chuckles. “I know, baby. Aren't I just the worst?" he says as he leans down and takes one of your tits into his mouth, lapping at your nipple as his hand toys with the fat around it and his other hand messes with the other.
“You’re so annoying... fuck ‘m so close..." you moan out; no matter how annoying Rafe is, you can't hold back the pleasure he is bringing you.
“Then let it out, baby…" he hums against your nipple, thrusting his cock back up inside of you as he reaches his climax.
“Fuck! Yes, Rafe…" you moan loudly as you come down from your high, a milky ring forming at the base of his cock from your combined release.
"Damn, baby, you’re so perfect…" he huffs out as thick milky ropes shoot inside of you, oozing out slowly as he pulls out, laying you gently beside him on his chest.
“You’re still an asshole, y'know," you say even as you scoot closer to him for warmth.
“I didn’t do anything to you…" he chuckles as he pulls you closer by your waist, one of his hands sliding across your ass and finding its way to your untouched hole.
“Now that’s all that’s left…" he starts, only to get his hand and face pushed away.
“Absolutely not," you say simply, covering up your butt with his shirt that was thrown nearby.
“But you never let me, babe..."
“Because I don’t want to! Now, go run my bath."
Rafe sighs but gets up anyway, a dramatic frown on his face. “Yes, ma'am..."
I hope you're having a good weekend!! I was wondering if I could request for Dad Rafe, like Mother’s Day is coming up. What does he and the kids do for her, or how does Mother’s Day go? Maybe they all try to make breakfast for her, and she wakes up, and all she hears is yelling downstairs. I can see the little ones either made something for her at school or they were trying to make something for her in secret, but obviously she would see with all the little messes they leave behind, thinking they're doing really good at hiding it.
Mother’s Day!
a/n - a little Mother’s Day special! also guys I swear I’m working on all the other requests I shouldn’t be as busy this week so I’ll be on it.
The moment you woke up, something felt off. Not in a bad way but more… eerie. It was quiet, maybe too quiet this early in the morning, on a Sunday no less. However you brush it off, get up and do your morning routine. After you dry your face off after washing it, you go downstairs to investigate why it was so quiet, only to see a towel under your door drowning out the sound from outside.
The moment you opened the door, you could hear chaos. Feet pattering and not-so-quiet whispering were heard all through the house. You stifle a laugh as you walk down the stairs and see uncooked macaroni, glitter, and flour everywhere. You made it halfway down before being stopped by your youngest two.
“No, Mama! Go back up!” Julia huffs, turning you around and dragging you back up by your arm.
"Shh... Mama, go back sleep, okay? No come down," Elliot whispers to you as he pushes you up from behind.
“I can’t go downstairs?” You say while amused as you let them take you back up.
“No! No, Mama, no go down; is a secret…" they yell out, finally putting you back in bed.
“Now Mama, stay here; almost ready, ‘kay?" Julia says with a hmph before going back down.
Finally, after waiting for another half hour in bed, your door bursts open. Your kids stand there, surrounding Rafe, who is holding a tray of breakfast, everyone covered in glitter and what you assume is tape and glue.
“Surprise!” Your kids yell as they rush in, climbing into your bed as Rafe sets the tray down on the bedside table.
“Happy Mother’s Day, baby..." he says with a kiss on your lips, brushing a few stray strands of hair out of your face.
"Aww, thank you guys; this is so sweet," you say as you look at the tray: scrambled eggs, a few slices of toast, half burnt and half undercooked, pancakes a little wonky looking, a cup of syrup, a glass of your favorite drink, and some jelly in the shape of a smiley face over the top pancake.
“The uh the kids wanted to make it for you," Rafe says with a chuckle.
“I can see that…" you hum, giggling at the sight of the wonky food.
“You like it, Mommy? I made the pancakes; it’s yummy. I put blueberries in some!” Amelie beams, proud of herself and her work.
“I love it, baby; it’s so cute," you say as you try it, the taste of pure sugar hitting your tongue.
“Wow, baby, it’s, uhm, very sweet," you cough, caught off guard by the immense amount of sugar.
“Yea! I tried the batter, but it wasn’t sweet, so we put in three cups of sugar!” Aidan stands proudly next to Amelie, the two of them smiling widely even with their missing teeth.
“It’s yummy, baby, thank you." You smile, pushing through to eat the food even though it was hard just to not let your kids think it was bad.
“C’mon, we got something else for you too," Rafe says as you finish eating, helping you out of bed.
“No, Mama! Wait! You have to go blindfolded!” Amelie says as she ties a ribbon over your eyes.
“Oh my… don’t let me fall," you say nervously as you let them guide you down the stairs. They sit you down on the couch and remove your blindfold.
"Kay, my present first!” Julia says as she holds up a macaroni craft, a picture of you and her holding hands made of glitter, and a macaroni frame featuring a few glitter hearts around it.
"Oh, it’s so beautiful, baby," you say as you take the picture, setting it to the side as you take her onto your lap.
“Me next!” Elliot smiles, another macaroni craft, except this one is a vase decorated with glitter-covered macaroni and dinosaur stickers along with your favorite flowers inside.
“Thank you, baby, this is now my favorite vase." You smile as you take him onto your lap as well, sitting him on your other leg.
Amelie and Aiden go next, pushing each other out of the way to go before the other. “Look, Mommy, I got you flowers and your favorite chocolate!” Amelie smirks, obviously wanting her gift to be better than her brother’s.
"Well, you got that with Daddy's card! I bought Mommy a whole case of her favorite drink AND her favorite chips with my own money.” Aiden huffs back at his sister, loudly handing you his gifts before going to sit beside you. Amelie scoffs, clearly unamused as she sits on the other side of you.
“Huh. Well, I saw you looking at new perfumes so..." Eloise says nervously as she hands you a bag full of new scents; though she’s big into cosmetics, she’s always nervous about buying gifts.
“I love it baby, I already see some I’ve been wanting” you assure her, accepting her hug before she crams into the back of you on the top couch cushions.
“Obviously saving the best for last, I got you a new hair set; it comes with a hair dryer, a blowout brush, a flat iron, and a curling iron," Rosemary says, setting the box down gently.
“Oh wow, thank you, I can finally get rid of my crappy flat iron that’s burnt out," you sigh, relieved that you didn’t have to take the chance of frying your hair with the 15-year-old iron.
Rafe chuckles, kissing your head. "They all used my money, by the way."
You laugh, imagining each kid dragging Rafe around to pay for their gift. “Hm, well then, what’d you get me?”
“Something for you to wear… maybe even tonight you could wear it..." He mumbles to you as he pulls out a baby pink babydoll lingerie set.
“Rafe!” You huff in surprise as you push his hands down and out of sight from your kids. Rafe laughs as he places the set back in the gift bag.
“Alright, alright, calm down. I’m sorry," he chuckles before pulling out a different box, a small rectangular black leather box.
He places it gently in your hands. “Open it, baby."
You raise an eyebrow suspiciously before opening it and seeing printed reservations for a hotel in the Bahamas. “What’s this?” You ask confusedly, checking the paper for any jokes.
“Surprise! I uh, I wanted us to have some alone time before you have the baby, just you and me, at a resort.” He says with the most wide-eyed expression on his face.
“Aww Rafe… that’s so sweet. Y'know, this is what I needed, but where will the kids go?”
“Well, can they go with Topper or Kelce?”
“Absolutely not.”
“I’m sure Sarah would like to watch them for us."
"Hm... okay."
“Perfect! Well, start planning what you’re going to pick because we’re going in like three weeks."
“What!?”
“Yep!”
“No! That’s not fair! Why can’t we go with you!?” A series of complaints for your kids, all with pouts and whines. Rafe ignores them as he puts them to clean up the mess they made of the house this morning.
“Thank you, Rafe, I needed this..." you say as you let in his arms.
“Anything for you baby, I need my girls to be pleased” he hums as he rubs your stomach, feeling the baby kick at his hand.
“You still think it’s a girl?”
“Of course, you only ever liked papaya when you were pregnant with our girls.”
“Well, yeah, but you never know."
Rafe shrugs as he pats your stomach gently. “Alright then, well, I also planned a dinner, so I think you should start getting ready.
“It’s only twelve, Rafe.”
"Huh, I thought it was later."
"Well, while you’re up, go get me a blanket and some snacks; I want to watch my show."
“Yes, ma'am," he says as he makes it his personal mission to give you everything you ask for today. Not that he doesn’t do it all times every day, but today he’s just doing it quicker.
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idkkkk if you've done this yet but dad rafe finds out that one of the daughters sunk out???!!! (I love your writes btw!!!)
Sneaky!
a/n - I’m sorry for not posting for almost 2 weeks I’ve been so busy lately but here it is😓
It was barely reaching 11:30 at night when Rafe woke up to the very recognizable sound of the Lexus 350 turning on in the driveway. He sits up with his arms still around you, trying to figure out if he was imagining things or if it was real. Then he heard the faint whispers between his oldest girls, and he knew right then that something was up.
Finally, he gets out of bed and peeks out his window to see, and sure enough, he sees Rosemary in the Lexus backing up and leaving. He just sighs as he lies back in bed with you, shaking you gently to wake you up.
"Baby... baby, wake up," he says while clearly exhausted himself. You turn over to him while still half asleep.
“What, Rafe... it’s too late..." you grumble, reaching out to grab him only to end up slapping him accidentally.
Rafe lets out a sigh, not one of anger but more of annoyance, as if he were just tired of everything. “Your daughter snuck out.”
You practically give yourself whiplash with how fast you shoot up from bed. “What!? Did you say anything to her? Wait, which one...?"
“Rosemary. She also took your Lexus."
“And you didn’t think to stop her!?”
“Baby, calm down; if I were to stop her, then she wouldn’t get a punishment because she technically didn’t do anything.”
“Rafe. Your daughter took my Lexus, my sweet pretty Lexus.”
“And I’ll get her when she gets back; just don’t freak out and call her and let her know we know."
“Fine. But I swear if my car has a scratch on it.”
“If it does, then I’ll fix it, baby; just calm down. I know you’re sleepy still, so you can sleep.” Rafe tells you with a kiss to your head. You huff as you lay back down in bed, falling asleep almost immediately as Rafe got to planning.
By the time Rosemary returned, it was already 4 AM, and Rafe was pissed. He was upset earlier, but the fact she was out for so long and so late and he lost sleep over it? He was livid.
As Rosemary climbed back through her window, she thought she was in the clear, sitting down on the edge of her bed with a sigh.
“So, want to tell me what you were doing out?” Rafe says in the opposite corner of her room, spinning around in an office chair, dramatically clicking on a lamp.
“Dad! What’re you doing up?” She says as she throws herself on the bed in an attempt to act asleep.
“I heard your mother’s car turn on.”
“Ugh. I knew I should’ve taken the other car..." she huffs, now sitting up in bed.
Rafe scoffs in disbelief, standing up from the chair. “Excuse me? You should’ve never snuck out in the first place!”
“It’s because you never let me go out!” Rosemary argues back, standing up in front of him.
“I let you out all the goddamn time! Now tell me what you were doing until four in the morning.” Rafe raises an eyebrow as he crosses his arms like a 40-year-old woman.
“Nothing! I was just with my friends." Rosemary quiets her voice, a factor she subconsciously does when she’s lying.
“Just your friends?” Rafe is now tapping his foot.
"Yeah... and a few guys..." she says, practically mumbling now.
“You’re grounded.”
“What!? No! That’s not fair!”
“Sneaking out to see boys? I think that’s a pretty fucking valid reason!” Rafe huffs with his hands on his hips.
“It wasn’t like that!”
Rafe shakes his head at the audacity of his child, holding out his hand. “I don’t care! Give me your phone.”
“Ugh! You’re literally the worst!”
“And that iPad.”
“I hate you! Go away!” Rosemary says as she pushes Rafe out of her room.
"Yeah, okay, take your ass to bed.” He sighs as he walks back to the bedroom with her stuff, where you now sat up in bed, awake from the yelling.
“I take it didn’t go so well?” You ask as you point at her electronics in Rafe’s hand.
“She’s been sneaking around with boys.” Rafe says while clearly pissed at the mere thought of any guys around his baby.
"Well, she’s 17, Rafe. What do you expect when you won’t let her get a boyfriend?”
“Not for her to go behind my back!” He whines, putting the things in a drawer and getting back into bed with you.
“I did the same thing when I was her age, you remember me having to sneak you into my window all the time?”
“That’s different! Your dad was fucking crazy..."
“It’s the same thing, Rafe; my dad didn’t want me having a boyfriend, and I was still messing around with you."
Rafe looks up at you with his most pouty face and as wide and sad as he could make his eyes go. "But she’s still a baby..."
“Again, she’s seventeen."
He sighs, laying his head on your lap. “You’re right… I guess I just feel how your dad felt..."
“I know Rafe; just give her some space, and I’m sure she’ll come around."
“She said she hates me. I acted like I didn’t care, but I don’t want to damage our relationship."
You sigh as you run your hands through his hair, scratching his scalp. “I promise you she doesn’t hate you, you big baby. Just talk to her tomorrow, or well, later today I guess, and figure it out.”
“You’ll be there with me, right?”
"Yes, Rafe, I’ll be there.”
After getting some rest Rafe got up at 12 the same day to talk to his daughter. Granted, the lunch table was a bit awkward, but they got through it. And eventually, Rafe gathered the courage to speak.
“So, um, about last night," he starts off, messing around with his bread roll.
“Just don’t. I get it; I’m grounded or whatever.” Rosemary replies without hesitation as she rolls her eyes.
"Actually, I wanted to talk to you. I talked with your mother about this last night and..." Rafe replies with a guilty look on his face.
Rosemary scoffs as she stands up from the table abruptly while clearly pissed. “Great! So let me guess, you’re going to search everything I have now? Am I grounded until I move out?” Rosemary scoffs as she stands up from the table abruptly while clearly pissed.
“Mary, baby, let your dad speak; he was whining about this all last night because you apparently hate him," you say as you guide her back into sitting down.
“Right, um... so we talked, and I realized I was in the wrong..." he mumbles, squeezing his roll out of nervousness. “And before you start, I also want to say… I guess I allow you to have a boyfriend… publicly because I assume you’ve had one already."
“How did you-?” Rosemary starts, confused because she did in fact currently have a secret boyfriend.
“Because I used to sneak around with your mother when we were your age, and trust me, her dad was worse than I am.”
“I knew it!” Rosemary lights up with sparkles in her eyes.
Rafe raises an amused eyebrow. “Knew what exactly?”
“That you used to sneak with Mom! I found old pictures of you two in the attic, and I asked Grandpa about it, and he said that Mom wasn’t allowed to date back then!”
“Huh. Well, let me tell you this now, don’t go back up there, or else you’ll see some other types of pictures you don’t want to see.”
“Ew! Dad! Stop it, you’re so gross!”
Rafe smirks “yeah okay. So when do I get to meet this boyfriend of yours?”
“Whenever you stop saying weird things.”
“Deal.” He shrugs before going to grab Rosemary’s things and giving them back.
"Wait, so can I have a boyfriend too?!” Amelie asks excitedly.
“Hell no. Not a chance.” Rafe huffs in disbelief at the idea of Amelie wanting a relationship. Meanwhile, Amelie lets out a small ‘aw’ before going back to eating.
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Can I request Easter when the Camerons, like maybe Topper and Sarah, come over with their kids and they have a barbecue and it is a cute, chaotic day?
Easter Day!
a/n - I prob should’ve worked on this on Easter but
Easter morning was chaotic from the start; it was hardly 5:30, and your children were already screaming about the Easter bunny and having to find their baskets. Of course Rafe wasn’t up for it that early in the morning and sent them back to bed or down to watch TV.
Eventually he got up with a dramatic groan, putting on some pants. He hobbled down the stairs to find you making breakfast. He hums as he comes up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and placing soft kisses on your neck.
Until your kids came running in.
“Daddy! You’re awake!” Julia screams, running in as she holds hands with her twin.
“C’mon! We have to find our bunny basket!” Elliot says, the two of them jumping around the kitchen island.
Rafe sighs, turning to his children. “Not right now, wait till breakfast is over."
Then come the middle children.
“But Daddy! We’ve waited all morning for you to wake up!” Amelie whines, clinging onto her father’s pants.
“Yeah, Dad! You take so long to get up!” Aiden groans, clinging onto Rafe’s other pant leg.
"Kids, leave your father alone; he’s right. Wait until you eat breakfast.” You say, pointing your spatula at the children.
“Besides, your aunt and uncles are coming over, and they’ll help you find your baskets.”
“Don’t tell me Uncle Top and Kelce are seriously coming for Easter again," Rosemary groans as she steals a piece of sausage.
“Yeah, last time they came, they had the kids crying for eggs." Eloise rolls her eyes, the both of them not too fond of Rafe’s friends at the moment.
“I told them to behave; this year it’ll be fine," Rafe says as he sets the table.
“Exactly, we’ll be calm this year." Topper chuckles as he walks in carrying a 24-pack of beer.
“Don’t trust them; they almost crashed into someone on the side of the street two minutes ago," Sarah sighs as she walks in to greet everyone, the youngest two instantly running to her.
You sigh, knowing that Sarah was in fact likely telling the truth. “Whatever, everyone sit down, it’s time to eat," you say as you pull out the biscuits from the oven.
Breakfast was perfect; aside from the guys arguing over the last of everything, nothing was burnt and everything tasted amazing. And of course the children were excited to find their baskets.
“Alright, kids, listen up! Whoever finds their basket first gets fifty bucks from your father’s wallet!” Topper says before letting the kids run around the house to find their basket.
"Wait, what? Did you take my wallet?” Rafe says while patting his pockets.
"Um, just momentarily, I put it back on the kitchen table.
“You’re that broke you had to steal $50 from another man’s wallet, Topper?” Topper just shrugs.
"Okay, well maybe let’s not steal any more money." You sigh, somehow still keeping calm around the screaming children and the other children disguised as grown men.
“Mama! I found it! I found my basket!” Amelie says as she runs into the living room with her overflowing basket.
“Good job, kid," Kelce says as he slides her the 50 dollar bill and tells her to go put it away before Rafe takes it back.
Eventually all the kids found their baskets, and it was now time to find eggs, so there you were, with all the kids lined up, waiting for the signal to go. Then they were set free at the sound of your voice saying ‘Go!' It was immediately chaotic, Aiden practically throwing himself into the koi pond to get an egg from the fountain, and Rosemary putting her rock-climbing skills to use to get up the side of the house to get an egg out of the gutter.
After 20 minutes and only half the eggs found and still no golden egg, the kids started becoming creative. Julia and Elliot started guilting their aunt into helping her get eggs, Amelie racing around on her little electric car to get to the eggs before her siblings could, and Eloise just going through everything that could pull out or move.
“Little do they know I shoved the golden egg up their own father’s ass.” Rafe says, shaking his head, causing you to whip yours toward him.
“Excuse me?” You say genuinely confused.
“I’m kidding, baby."
“Yeah, okay..."
But after over half an hour of searching, no one could find the egg. All of them are now tired and opening the eggs they collected.
“Alright guys, I’ll tell you the truth, I camouflaged the egg!” Topper yells out while holding a beer, likely drunk.
“What? That’s no fair!” Your kids immediately start yelling, arguing with the man.
“Calm down! I’ll give you a hint, it’s in someplace green."
The kids waste no time in running to every bush and tree to find it, swaying the grass around with their feet to search.
Topper chuckles, "They'll never find it.”
“What, you put it up your ass or something?” Rafe huffs, holding you on his lap.
“Nah, it’s in my pocket.” Topper replies he was wearing a green hoodie; he said it was in something green.
"Jeez, Top, give my kids a break." You shake your head, feeling sympathy for your kids who’ve been running around all day.
“Y’know what if they attack you, Topper, you’re on your own.” Sarah rolls her eyes at him.
After another hour the kids finally give up; they’ve been through every shrub, tree, bush, and blade of grass, and now it was time for dinner. Everyone sat around the fire pit eating peacefully until Eloise noticed something.
“Hey, Uncle Top…? Why is your hoodie bulging?” She questions, leaning forward to get a closer look.
“Yeah, it’s oval, like an..." Rosemary starts only to be cut off by Aiden.
“He has the egg!”
“Get him!” The kids yell before chasing down a drunk Topper who is hobbling around the grass, but of course the kids tackle him, his hot dog going flying and landing on their heads, but the kids could care less as they ravage their own uncle for an egg.
You, Rafe, Sarah, and Kelce sit there laughing at him being manhandled by a bunch of children.
“So, you’re still pregnant? "Gosh, it feels like it’s been years and the little one still isn’t out," Sarah says as Rafe rubs your belly.
You sigh, clearly exhausted by the pregnancy. “I’m seven months along, but it’s felt like forever."
“Is it another set of twins?” Kelce asks while destroying another burger.
“Luckily not, only one this time," Rafe exhales, thankful for only one child this time.
“And it’s the last; no more babies for me," you huff. Seven kids would be more than enough.
“Guys! Help me! These kids are fucking insane!” Topper yells in the distance only to be ignored; he could handle himself.
“Aw c'mon, baby, we can have another after this," Rafe says, kissing your cheek.
“I’m serious, Rafe; you’re getting snipped first thing after this baby is born."
“Then you‘ll be taking care of two babies." Kelce laughs as he downs his beer.
“I got it! "I got the egg, Mama!" Elliot says as he runs towards you, having broken away from the pile secretly with the egg.
“Good job, baby! Bring it to Mama; c'mon, don’t let them take it!” You say cheering on your youngest son, as the other kids’ heads whip up, abandoning their abuse on Topper, they chase after Elliot.
Luckily he makes it to you on time, and he was declared the winner, and now he has $300 dollars to his name. Now what would a six-year-old do with three hundred dollars? Who knows.
“That’s not fair! I had it first!” Julia whines as all the other kids join in on the complaining.
“Juli baby, your brother got it fair and square," Sarah says as she takes the girl into her arms, secretly slipping her a $50 bill.
Rosemary groans, “He’s only six! I could’ve used that for gas!”
“Get a job then!” Rafe huffs. He’s been trying to get his oldest girls to work and not be on daddy’s money. But at his statement, they stop complaining.
“I want to go on a roller coaster with Auntie!” Elliot beams, handing you his money to buy tickets, his smile big and wide with a missing tooth. Of course you know he’d want to do other things with his money, so that night you and Rafe started planning a trip to an amusement park where, unfortunately, two certain men think they’re automatically invited as well.
Tag list! - @clairesmybaby, @scream6grl, @sexychickenmagnet
summary: when you a certain someone get a little close to Rafe, you can't help but turn a little green-eyed
content warning: fake dating au, sexual tension, explicit sexual content (thigh riding, fingering, semi-public balcony sex) 18+ MDNI
w/c: 3.2K
a/n: feel free to read make a wish for more background on them
Dark purple hues cast over your face, highlighting the features that Rafe had often adored but vowed to never express to you. He couldn’t help but remember the days back when you both were in the same positions you were right now, watching each other from across the rooms as you tried focusing on your own circles. Only to keep catching glances at the other to see if it’d end like it always did–in someone’s dorm, tangled between the sheets. Except now, it ended with you both going your own ways.
As much as he wasn’t entirely pleased that he’d agreed to this arrangement in the first place, what frustrated him more was always having to watch you leave—the back of your silhouette disappearing after another car ride filled with mostly silence, broken by the occasional awkward small talk, where Rafe found himself caught in an internal war, hesitating every time he almost said something.
Dating just wasn’t for him anymore; it was just another thing to deal with, another expectation he had no interest in meeting. He’d checked out of it a long time ago. But for some reason, you were the exception he couldn’t seem to shake. The longer this went on, the more he found himself coming back to you, stuck on the parts of you he never really got to keep back in university, like he was trying to fix something that was already long gone.
You held your cocktail glass a little too tightly, feeling the pressure of keeping your fake-dating arrangement under the radar as you nodded along to a conversation you weren’t fully listening to. It was easier that way, staying just detached from each other enough to not overthink every glance or touch he’d give you, or the moments that felt a little too real for something that wasn’t supposed to be. That was, until your eyes drifted and landed on him. Rafe, illuminated under the same purple light that cast over you, looked all too euphoric to you in a way that made you scold yourself for seeing him in a way that made you wish that your relationship were real.
He stood, shoulders relaxed, with one hand tucked into his pocket as he listened to someone speak. Except, it was obvious that he wasn’t really listening, so to your surprise, when your eyes followed his line of sight, you stilled. Because standing a little too close to him was Alyssa—the one person who always had your guard up, and the very reason you were stuck in this mess to begin with.
“Woah, easy on your grip there,” someone chuckled, bringing you back to your current place, “your drink isn’t going to go anywhere.” You let out a small breath, forcing your fingers to loosen around the glass as if you hadn’t been seconds away from cracking it.
“Yeah,” you muttered, barely registering who said it.
Because your attention was still across the room. Still on him.
Alyssa’s hand brushed his arm like it was nothing, like she had any right to be that close, her head tilted just enough as she laughed at something he said, or maybe didn’t say at all. You couldn’t tell, but still, you could sense what she was doing. You hadn’t expected that the one person you’d forbade yourself from feeling anything for was able to make your heart sting when you saw he didn’t move at all. Rafe just let her linger there.
Your jaw tightened as you tried to focus back on your friends, forcing out a quiet laugh at something you didn’t catch. It shouldn’t bother you, the whole relationship being anything but real, nor Rafe truly being yours. You didn’t get to care for someone who barely gave you the time of day for anything other than appearances. But something in you couldn’t quite let it go.
Your eyes drifted back before you could stop yourself, like they always did when it came to him, like some habit you’d never fully broken, no matter how much distance you’d tried to put between you both. Except this time, when you looked, he was already looking at you, which made your stomach tighten.
There was a pause, small and quiet, but heavy enough for you both to feel, everything else surrounding you blurring at the edges. Rafe watched you with a dark intensity, and soon enough, the corner of his mouth lifted once he saw the way your breath hitched and posture when rigid. It was a provocation—a test to see how long you could keep your mask of being nonchalant and not needing him before the cracks began to show.
Rafe felt a sharp, familiar thrill pull at his chest as he watched the fire ignite behind your eyes, a reaction far more intoxicating than whatever it was that Alyssa was going on about. It was akin to the same hunger that he’d felt since those late nights in a dorm, the satisfaction that, despite the “fake” labels and the distance you both kept from each other, you still had some sort of pull towards him. And that perhaps, you had the same frantic heartbeat that he had whenever he saw you. He wanted to see just how far you’d let that jealousy consume you, wondering if it would end with you dragging him away or if you’d eventually let that heat boil over once you were finally alone behind closed doors.
The sting in your chest flared into a dull roar of heat. Before you could think better of it, you were moving, weaving through the clusters of people until you were standing right beside them. The air between the three of you felt thick, charged with a history that Alyssa wasn't privy to.
“Rafe,” you said, your voice smoother than you felt, “I think it’s time we head over to that other event soon.”
Alyssa finally turned, her lips pulling into a thin, saccharine smile that didn't reach her eyes. "Oh, hey!” She squealed with the same fake tone you’d grown accustomed to. “I didn’t know you were here, too!”
You fought every urge to roll your eyes and instead mirrored the same, thin-lipped smile that was on her face, “Yeah, Rafe is my boyfriend. Why wouldn’t I be here? We really need to get going, though, so we could just-”
“We were just catching up. You don't mind if I steal him for just a second more, do you? We have so much to talk about from back then."
Rafe finally shifted his gaze to her, but the smirk playing on his lips was directed entirely at you. He looked amused—euphoric, even—at the sight of the fire in your eyes. "She’s right," he murmured, his voice a low, teasing drawl that made your skin prickle. The words hit harder than you’d like to admit, a quiet sting settling in as it became clear he wasn’t about to take your side.
Before you could try to save your pride from the embarrassment of your fake-boyfriend choosing someone else over you, Rafe reached out, his hand sliding firmly around the small of your back, pulling you into his space with a possessiveness that felt dangerously close.
"I think m’girl has had enough of the nostalgia for one night," he said, his eyes flicking to Alyssa with a coldness that finally made her face drop, now reflecting the embarrassment that you felt slowly melt away into something that was anything but the humbleness you’d often carried. "Have a good night, Alyssa."
He didn't wait for her response, guiding you toward a quieter corner of a balcony just outside the room, tucked away from everyone’s gazes. The cool night air hit your face, complementing the view of the bright lights under the night sky that looked more blue than it normally did. But it did nothing to settle the frantic rhythm of your heart. As soon as you were out of sight, you tried to pull away, but he didn't let go immediately. Instead, he leaned down, his face inches from yours, the vivid light from the doorway still catching the sharp angles of his jaw.
“You jealous?” Rafe whispered, his smirk still intact as his breath ghosted over your lips. He let out a soft, huffed laugh as his thumb traced the line between your waist and your skirt. “I gotta admit, baby, I didn’t know you had that side in you.”
“It was for the plan, Rafe,” you snapped, though your voice lacked its usual bite as your stomach did flips at the thought of Rafe calling you his girl. "Plus, she was getting a little too close to my fake boyfriend."
“Boyfriend,” he corrected as he finally straightened up, though his hand lingered on your hip a moment longer than necessary. He looked you up and down with a predatory sort of satisfaction in his gaze that made you straighten your back from the chills that went down your spine.
“Who is not actually my boyfriend,” you challenged back, stepping closer into Rafe’s space as his gaze kept flickering between your eyes and your lips. Soon enough, you felt the edge of the balcony hit your back as his hand braced your back, which caused you to realize how you’d ended up in the situation in the first place.
Rafe had you in the palm of his hand without either of you noticing it, while also entertaining another girl who’d made you feel all the more insecure than you should have been. His ease of calling himself your boyfriend when he’d never made an effort outside of when he was needed made something in your chest twist in a way you didn’t quite like.
It shouldn’t have mattered; it was part of the arrangement, part of an act that you’d agreed to from the very beginning, knowing exactly who Rafe was—someone who wasn’t the type to linger, or stay, or give more than what was necessary.
And yet, standing there now, with his hand braced behind you and his gaze dropping—again—to your lips like it was instinct, it felt like you were the only one who hadn’t quite learned how to separate it.
Rafe felt how your body stilled under his touch, the warmth from his hand on your hip suddenly feeling unwanted. You let out a quiet breath, shaking your head as you pulled away from him this time, more deliberate, while Rafe blinked in confusion.
“Right,” you muttered, your voice cooler now. “This was fun.”
Rafe’s brows pulled together slightly. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
You let out a small, humourless laugh, crossing your arms as you stepped out of his space, putting just enough distance between you both to make a point. “It means I think we’ve played this out enough,” you said, avoiding his gaze for a second before meeting it again. “I got Alyssa not to see me in this… weird way she always did. You don’t need to keep pretending anymore.”
“Pretending?” he repeated, quiet now. You nodded as the knot in your chest tightened, even with all the composure you tried to maintain, making Rafe even more frustrated. “This whole thing is fake anyway, we’re both supposed to be pretending.”
“Exactly,” you exhaled, a small, tight smile pulling at your lips that didn’t quite reach your eyes, “so don’t blur the lines when it suits you and then act like it’s nothing when it doesn’t.”
Rafe’s expression shifted, something sharper settling behind his eyes as he looked at you, like he was trying to figure out where this was coming from, or how it suddenly felt like more than just the arrangement you’d both agreed on.
His jaw tightened slightly. “You let her do that,” you cut in, your voice still calm, but edged now. “Right in front of me.”
It was as if the light bulb in Rafe’s mind finally turned on as he took in your words, something in the way you’d said it that finally clicked into place. As amused as he was, his heart felt the same warmth he’d been chasing, trying to see if you still cared about him to some extent, to test the waters to see if he wasn’t crazy for feeling the way he felt now. Rafe then let out a short breath through his nose, his gaze dragging away from yours for half a second before coming back, steadier but still widened this time as he looked at you.
“Oh my god, you are jealous.”
You shook your head quickly, you knew you were in denial, but it still made no sense to share that with Rafe when it always felt like he only showed up to hold up his end of the deal. “Of course not,” you retorted as you turned your back to him to walk away, only for your arm to be enveloped by Rafe’s hand.
As he pulled you back, Rafe closed the remaining distance in an instant, his body pressing flush against yours as your back met the cool stone railing of the balcony. One hand slid from your hip to the small of your back, holding you firmly in place, while the other came up to cup the nape of your neck, his fingers tangling in your hair. He tilted your head to the side, exposing the sensitive column of your throat.
"You think I'd let her touch me like this?" he murmured against your skin, his lips brushing against your pulse point. You could feel the frantic rhythm of your own heartbeat against his mouth. "You think I'd let her see this look in your eyes?"
Before you knew it, his mouth was on your neck, hot and demanding. He didn't kiss gently; he claimed, his teeth scraping against your skin before his tongue soothed the sting. You gasped, your hands flying up to grip his shoulders, intending to push him away, but instead finding yourself pulling him closer. He worked his way down your throat, leaving a trail of fire in his wake, until he found the spot where your neck met your shoulder.
“Hmm? Answer me, baby.” His voice was nothing but a whisper that still felt louder than the sound of conversations that carried out into the air. “No, you wouldn’t,” you breathed out, your eyes closing as you melted into his touch.
There, he sucked hard, a possessive mark that would bloom purple and impossible to hide tomorrow. The pleasure and pain of it made your knees weak, and you were grateful for the railing at your back and his body pinning you in place. When Rafe finally pulled back, his thumb brushed over the darkening hickey, a smirk playing on his lips.
"Still think something happened?" he challenged, his eyes dark with satisfaction and something deeper, something hungry.
Before you could muster a reply, his hand moved from your neck, his grip firm as he guided you. He took a step back, pulling you with him until he was leaning against the railing, and with a strength that left you breathless, he maneuvered you until you were straddling his thigh. The fabric of your dress rode up, and the rough material of his trousers pressed directly against the thin lace of your panties.
"Rafe," you breathed out, a warning and a plea all at once, your hands bracing against his chest to create some distance.
"Shhh," he murmured, his hands settling on your hips, his grip possessive. "Gotta give m’girl the attention she was seeth’n over."
His words were a challenge, and your pride, already bruised, refused to back down. You held his gaze, a silent battle of wills playing out between you. Then, slowly, deliberately, you began to move. It was a shallow roll of your hips at first, a testing motion, but the friction against your clothed core sent a jolt of pleasure straight through you. Rafe let out a low groan, his fingers tightening on your hips, encouraging you.
"That's it," he rasped, his eyes never leaving yours. "Take what you need."
His words were your undoing. You gave in to the desperate need coiling in your belly, grinding against his thigh with more purpose. The pressure built with each roll of your hips, the rough fabric of his trousers stimulating you through your panties, which grew damper with every passing second. The party faded away, the city lights blurring into a kaleidoscope of colours as Rafe lost himself in the sensation of it all.
"Always so responsive," he praised, his voice thick with desire. “You think I’d let anyone do this? Let alone her?”
You couldn't answer, couldn't form words as he shifted his leg, creating a firmer surface for you to rub against. He guided your movements, his hands on your hips setting a rhythm that had you seeing stars. The pleasure built, coiling tight in your belly, until you were teetering on the brink of release.
"Look at me," he commanded, and you forced your eyes open to meet his with an intensity in his gaze that stole your breath. His fingers plunged inside you then, and you cried out softly, your head falling back against his shoulder. He set a relentless rhythm, his thumb working your clit as his fingers curled inside you, hitting that spot that made your vision go white. The pleasure built, coiling tight in your belly, until you were teetering on the brink of release.
"That's it, baby," he encouraged, his voice rough with need. "Cum for me. Show me how much you want it."
And upon his words, you shattered. Your orgasm crashed over you in waves as your body convulsed against his, making you bite down on his shoulder to muffle your cries. He held you through it, his movements never ceasing, drawing out your pleasure until you were spent and trembling in his arms.
When the last tremor subsided, he slowly withdrew his fingers, bringing them to his lips. He maintained eye contact as he tasted you, his tongue swirling around his digits in a gesture so intimate it made your cheeks burn. Out of breath, you collapsed against him, your face buried in the crook of his neck, where you both just breathed, the only sound being the distant hum of the city below you.
Rafe’s hand moved from your hip, his fingers trailing up your side in a possessive caress before he gently tilted your chin up, forcing you to meet his gaze. He looked down at you, his eyes dark and heavy-lidded, taking in the sight of you—flushed and breathless, your lips swollen from his kisses, your eyes hazy with pleasure. The way you looked at him like you were trying to understand what he was doing to you. A flicker of something raw and possessive crossed his face as his chest tightened at the though that he’d found something he didn’t know he’d been missing and didn’t quite know how to let go of.
“Nothing happened,” he said, except this time his voice was different, softer and almost tender. He leaned in, his lips brushing against yours in a ghost of a kiss. “‘M not pickin’ anyone over you.”
It was two in the afternoon, and Rafe had just finished making some brownies. And of course, you just couldn’t resist—so what if he told you not to touch them? You just thought he was being greedy. So you decided to eat four of the big-ass brownies he made, and they were delicious; you couldn’t just have one!
All was well until Rafe left for the store, leaving you all alone in the house, unknowing that you ate any of the brownies. You felt fine for a bit before everything became weird; you kept laughing at your hand, everything was dizzy, and you were unbearably hungry, so of course, you had two more brownies. You couldn’t not give Rafe credit; they were amazing, and you just wanted to show appreciation so you decided to text him.
‘Rafeyy! Guesd whay?’
‘Baby? Why’re you typing like that? 'Are you sleepy or smth?’
‘No, Rafe... I eat brownir was yum’
Rafe stops messaging for a minute.
‘You ate a brownie? I thought I told you not to eat it’
'Yea but it smell good. I hab 5.'
‘FIVE!? Babe, you’re fucking lying.’
'Nope! 5! Yum!'
‘I’m coming home; you’re high outta your mind.'
‘Hi Rafey lol. I though I say hi already.'
"No, babe. You’re high.’
‘I feel funny like a worm.'
"I bet you do; it’s about to get weirder from there, baby."
"Can I have another browniw?"
‘NO. No more brownies for you.'
‘😢’
‘No more. I’m almost home; just stay put.'
Rafe groans in disbelief; he couldn’t fucking believe it. He told you not to eat it, but he leaves, and you eat five! 200 mg per brownie; he knew you were tweaking out of your fucking mind. He shakes his head as he speeds down the street. Pulling into TannyHill, he steps out of his truck only to be standing there in disbelief. You were on the roof with the plate of brownies.
“Babe? The hell are you doing up there!?”
“I want more brownie!”
“No more! I’m going to get your ass; you’re going to die!”
“No! Go away!”
Rafe mutters to himself as he rushes into the house, making his way up to the roof. “Damn girl, can’t listen for shit.”
Two minutes later he gets to you, having to pry the plate out of your hands and carry you back down. Once he reaches the kitchen, he bags the remaining brownies and takes you to the couch.
“Stay there," he hugs as he plops you down.
"No… I’m hungry."
“I bet you are."
“More brownies?”
"No, babe, they were weed brownies; this is why I didn’t want you eating them.”
“Oh. You drugged me!?”
“I told your ass not to eat it!”
“Don’t yell at me!”
Rafe sighs in annoyance. “Christ, woman, you’re so indecisive. Do you want me or not?”
“Yes, come lay here." Rafe rolls his eyes at your response before lying down next to you. The warmth of his body making you tired, you could’ve sworn you felt your face melting, but whatever. Laying there together felt intimate, watching Instagram reels on Rafe’s phone together.
That is until you got hungry again, and of course there was a delicacy in front of you—Rafe’s arm. What else was there to do other than take a nibble? Rafe froze as he felt your mouth against his arm, biting him.
“Babe. What the hell are you doing?"
"Yummy…"
“I’m not edible! You’re just slobbering on me!”
“Yum”
“Jesus Christ, fine," Rafe huffs as he finally gives up and lets you eat at his arm. He knew he should’ve just taken the whole tray with him to the store instead of leaving it in the house with you. But he couldn’t lie; seeing you like this was interesting, to say the least.
Eventually Rafe decided since you were already fr gone he was allowed to get high as well. So there he is rolling blunt after blunt, smoking them with you in his arms while you lazily continue munching on his arm. But of course you got curious and Rafe couldn’t stand not giving in to your wonders so he let you take a few hits here and there.
Tag list! - @clairesmybaby, @scream6grl, @sexychickenmagnet
a/n - just testing the waters, how do we feel about bunny!hybrid reader?..
cw. - Bunny!hybrid reader, mean!Rafe, angst(?) w comfort
It was a normal Saturday afternoon, Rafe finally free from work for once in what felt like forever. Especially for a certain energetic bunny. Usually when you have zoomies or when Rafe thinks you got into his coke or whatever, he handles it well, putting something on the TV or throwing things for you to chase.
Until this one day, now Rafe works very hard and is understandably clearly stressed most of the time, but y'know, it’s not like you can control the energy.
Rafe sighs as he practically pulls the fridge door off its hinges just to grab a beer, having almost been tripped by you countless times, and is clearly annoyed. But there you were nonetheless, bouncing around the kitchen endlessly. Rafe just didn’t understand why you had to be around him while doing this shit, rolling his eyes as he sat down on the couch with his sandwich and beer.
Surprise, you followed him to the couch, bouncing from cushion to cushion, doing whatever the fuck you were doing on the floor, maybe rolling around? It looked to Rafe like you were having an aneurysm or a seizure. But for fuck's sake, couldn’t you do this shit in another room? All Rafe wanted was his peaceful afternoon on the couch watching his show, but no, of course he couldn’t have that. Not that he’d ever tell you off...it's not like you can help it…even as you crawled all over and around him.
“Jesus fucking Christ, go do that shit somewhere else! I don’t get why you want to be around me! I can’t get a moment of fucking peace with you!” He yells, setting his sandwich to the side as he practically throws you off of him. “I’m done; go do your shit in the playroom or something, or go outside for fuck's sake! All I want is to sit and eat as I watch something, but I can’t even fucking do that because you’re attention-seeking! Get your act together or I swear to fucking god you’re sleeping outside with those goddamn wolves because I’m sick of your shit!” He screams at you, not giving you a chance to speak as he stands and throws the remote in your direction, barely missing you as the batteries fall out.
Rafe exhales with a “fuck” as he sits back down in exhaustion, paying no mind to you as you scamper off. He sighs as he picks up the remote and batteries, mindlessly playing his show again, finally enjoying the silence.
Meanwhile, there you were, shaking as you hid behind the bed. Rafe had never yelled at you like that before...he'd never put his hands on you like that; he threw the remote at you! You sat there, wondering what you did and why he was so angry at you. You couldn’t help it; you just became excited with him, but he clearly isn’t happy with you.
Thinking back to his words, all you could do was cry. Would he really leave you outside with all those bad things? No…not your Rafe, he wouldn't...would he? You thought he’d never put his hands on you, yet he pushed you to the floor. You thought he’d never yell at you for something you could barely control, yet he screamed at you, threatened you, and threw harmful objects at you. You’re just a bunny; poor thing couldn’t handle that.
That’s when your brain started to turn. Rafe hasn’t even apologized, let alone acknowledged what he did; maybe he did mean he wanted to leave you outside. You started to question everything. Did Rafe even love you? Of course he’s said it before, but how can you trust him now?
You wipe your tears as you stand up, looking at your stuff around the room, barely anything of yours visible. You thought Rafe was just being organized, but he even hated when you came downstairs when his friends were over. Was he ashamed of you? His poor bunny who thought he loved them? You huff as you grab your blanket and fluffiest pillows, dragging them downstairs as Rafe remains oblivious. If he never wanted you, then why stay? Of course you’re not being dramatic.
Eventually, you finish your back porch bed; fixed under the string lights lay a twin mattress, a blanket, three pillows, and a bunch of snacks, a perfect home indeed.
“Stupid Rafe… there are no wolves out here… he’s a stupid boy..." you huff to yourself as you get to fixing up your 'bed,' wanting it to be ready for when it’s time to sleep, which is still hours away, but who cares? You had the entire backyard to yourself; you could even see the beach!
Of course, the day had to come to an end, now ten o’clock, later than your bedtime, but he got caught up with his show, so what? He continued his night routine without care, unaware his poor bunny was out in the cool night air on the porch, by the time he got into bed it was nearing 11:00. He took a shower, brushed his teeth, shaved, changed into pajamas, locked the doors and windows, and finally checked his phone. Getting into bed, ready to fall asleep, until he rolled over and realized you weren’t in bed; actually, you weren’t in the room at all. Your pillows are gone. Your favorite blanket? Gone. Your stupid pug slippers? GONE.
Rafe started to question himself. Did he really kick them out? No…it was just a suggestion…right? Meanwhile, your sleep in your new room was going great, the lights casting a perfect glow. That was until you heard it. Rustling nearby, faint growling sounds. No, there weren’t wolves; they aren’t there. You tried to reassure yourself only to look over the bushes and see a few pairs of glowing eyes, staring right at you.
You panic, trying desperately to make yourself believe it’s not real as they get closer. To no avail, you freak out. Quickly getting up and trying to open the door. It’s not budging. Rafe locked the doors before he went up. You huff as you begin to panic, your pupils dilated as you bang on the door, crying out to Rafe in pure fear as the wolves now exit the bushes, creeping up on you.
In the room Rafe’s heart drops to his ass. Hearing your muffled panicked cries from outside. He practically throws himself downstairs to get to you, unlocking the doors and pulling you inside, scaring off the wolves with a loud yell. Turning back inside to see you curled up on yourself, legs shaking as you breathe heavily, tears streaming.
Rafe takes you into his arms, trying to calm you down. “Hey, you’re okay, they’re gone, I’m here, you’re safe..." He shushes as he rubs your back gently.
"No... you don’t love me; you want me outside… they’re going to eat me, and you don’t want me anymore..." you sob as you try to get away, but to no avail as Rafe keeps his hold on you.
“Stop it, that’s not true. I didn’t mean it, okay? I love you. I don’t know what got into me; I didn’t mean to push you. I don’t want the wolves to get you; I want you with me, safe. Look at me." He lifts your head. “I love you. I’m sorry I wasn’t paying attention to you. I’m sorry for not noticing you were gone. Just please, forgive me, baby; I didn’t mean it..." Rafe sighs as he brings you to the bed, allowing space between you.
Eventually you calmed down; it was morning by then as you sought Rafe, finding him lying outside the room door, seemingly restless with dark circles under his eyes. You sit next to him, allowing him to pull you closer. “I’m so sorry, bunny... don’t ever let me do any shit like that to you again, do you hear me? I’m an asshole, I know, but I don’t want you to feel unsafe with me. Rafe mumbles as he fights off the sleep.
“You saved me… I know you love me, but I’m still scared… you never did that before," you say gently as you pull him to your chest. “I trust you, though... just go to sleep, and we can talk later."
Rafe nods as he falls asleep on your chest, but not before handing you his wallet, clearly offering his first apology gift.
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Can I request for Dad Rafe how Rafe proposed to the reader and how their wedding was? Was it a big wedding? Was it intimate and small? And also, what was their honeymoon like and the s*x
Newly Weds!
cw. - sex, piv, slight(?) anal, mentions of alcohol, unprotected sex
Rafe was extremely nervous the entire month before he even proposed. You probably could’ve figured out he was planning to propose because he kept the ring box right next to his pack of condoms in his bedside drawer. Now, in theory, you definitely knew deep down, but seeing Rafe get all nervous when you went into the bedroom alone was cute, him always trailing behind you like a puppy.
A week before proposing, Rafe was seemingly calmed down, but in reality he was freaking out. Constantly checking his phone and grabbing at his pockets. But of course he gathered up distractions to make sure him proposing wouldn’t be on your mind. Ranging from shopping trips to spa days, Rafe was getting more nervous by the day.
The day of the proposal, he took you out on a picnic date that he promised earlier in the week. The sun was high and bright in the spot he took you to by the beach. Rafe even prepared some food himself for the date, and right as you pulled out the little treats he got from the bakery, he got down on one knee behind you.
Not that you could see them, but Rafe had hired various professional photographers to capture every moment. And as you turned around, Rafe began his speech with his hands shaking and his voice trembling.
“Baby, for as long as I’ve known you, I’ve loved everything about you. I love the way you smile, the way you search for a new outfit every morning, and the way you decide how you want to wear your hair; you just stand out to me. And I knew from the day I first saw you on that boat that I was in love. I love how you do your makeup, even though you don’t need it. I love seeing your routine and the attention to detail you put into it. And I knew from the day you reeled in that 8-pound bass, seeing you so excited to enjoy things I love, and not only that but seeing you get to love them too, I knew I wanted to marry you. And so I ask, Baby, will you marry me and spend the rest of our lives together?” He manages to get out; even through various breaks he had to take from his voice giving out and almost forgetting parts, he finished.
The second he finished speaking, you immediately jumped on him, hugging him tightly as he stood.
“Is that a yes, baby?” He chuckles, getting the ring straight, and he gets back down on his knees.
“Yes! Of course, yes!” You squeal, practically jumping up and down as he slides the ring onto your finger.
A few hours later you were eating out with all the people who helped in the process. And although Topper and Kelce were mocking Rafe for his voice, you and Sarah were gushing about how perfect the ring was.
Roughly four months later you went dress shopping with Sarah, Kie, and a few others. Which the day definitely could’ve gone better without the constant nagging from parents. You finally found your dream dress after hours of excruciating hell in the bridal shops not having air conditioning with their stores being at least 90°.
After a year of planning and scheduling and hiring, the wedding day came. You decided on having a smaller, intimate wedding. No more than 60 people attended with only three bridesmaids and three groomsmen. Rafe argued that it should’ve just been the people you’ve called in the last thirty days, but of course that wouldn’t’ve worked out.
Topper insisted that you skip the first look to make it more 'romantic,' but in reality he most likely just wanted to see if Rafe would cry seeing you walk. And Rafe indeed did cry; not just a few tears, he was a few sniffles away from bawling. You walked down the aisle alone as the music played, and Rafe swears to this day he saw dramatic lights and doves flying out from behind you, but who knows?
The vows were long and intimate; not a single dry eye from anyone in the crowd. Aside from Topper and Kelce, one was holding his eyes wide open and the other keeping them shut, all just to not cry. Rafe, on the other hand, was still crying, though a bit toned down now that his eyes were drying out from the amount of tears he cried.
The reception was even better; now, granted more than the initial 60 were allowed in, there was security to keep unwanted people out. Aside from a few casualties, everything went perfectly; people were happy and drunk just as planned. Luckily there was transportation provided by the handy designated driver, who took everyone too drunk to drive home.
The next morning is when you and Rafe left on your honeymoon, having packed a few nights before—everything was ready. And maybe having a hangover wasn’t the best way to start your honeymoon, but it was a month long, so what if the first technical day is shitty?
Eventually, though, the plane landed in Bora Bora. The first thing you did was check into the rented house and unpack the essentials, and after a much-needed long nap, you went down for dinner. Now, of course, since you couldn’t keep the tradition of sleeping with your new husband on your wedding night because, well, you were barely conscious, the next night was still good.
“So, how’re you liking it so far, baby, hm?” Rafe asks as you return to the house from dinner, his arms snaking around your waist as he walks along behind you.
“It’s beautiful; I think I’ll like this better than where we originally planned in Greece," you respond as Rafe spins you around to face him, picking you up as you wrap your arms around his neck.
“Good, because you, baby, deserve it all..." he hums as he places slow hot kisses down your neck, gently placing you on the edge of the bed.
"Rafe…" you sigh breathlessly as his hands travel down your body.
“I know, baby; I know what you need," he says as he begins pulling off your clothes, leaving you in your underwear. “All this for me? You even got on a little matching set, huh?” He chuckles a bit as he kisses down your body, making his way all the way down to your pussy.
Rafe gently peels your panties down, stashing them away for later as he lifts your legs on his shoulders, his hands gripping your thighs as he kisses his way into your pussy starting from the inside of your thighs.
He groans as he licks a stripe up your slit, attaching onto your clit; he sucks it as he teases your hole. “Already so wet for me, baby…" he hums as he goes down to your hole, sliding his tongue inside as he toys with your clit with his thumb.
"Rafe... please, I want it..." you whine as your hips buck up into his mouth.
“Use your words, baby; tell me what you want," he says as he slides his middle finger deep into your pussy, moving it in and out slowly as his other hand rubs at your clit.
“Want you… want your dick, Rafe..." you continue whining, a pout on your face as Rafe removes his hands from your body.
Rafe chuckles as he undresses, sliding his boxers off his dick, half-hard, laying it out proudly in front of you. He strokes it a bit before letting you take it into your mouth.
“That’s it, baby, just like that, fuck..." Rafe groans as you bob your head up and down his cock; he places a hand on the back of your head to ground you as you moan and whine around him.
"Mhm... you’re doing so good, baby. Fuck, keep going just like that," he says as he thrusts up into your mouth, his hips bucking uncontrollably as he gets closer.
As he’s getting closer, you take him out of your mouth, stroking his cock with two hands over your face.
“Look at you... you look so sexy like that, baby. Oh shit… oh, I’m gonna cum… I’m gonna paint that pretty face with my cum..." Rafe groans out as ropes of hot, sticky cum splat across your face.
"Rafe... you have to learn to aim better..." you complain as you wipe rouge cum off of your hair.
“So dramatic, baby... c’mere, let me make my girl feel good now." He chuckles as he handles you into a mating press on the bed.
“Hurry, Rafe... just put it in me..." you whine, trying to pull him closer by wrapping your legs around his hips.
“I gotta put a condom on, baby, hold up—" he starts only to stop once he sees your pouty face.
"Rafe, I don’t care! Just put it in and fuck me, goddamnit! I don’t care about the stupid condoms; just please..." Rafe smirks hearing this, wasting no time to sink into you, groaning as he feels your hot, wet walls clenching around him.
Rafe leans over you as he thrusts deep and fast inside, folding your legs to your chest; the loud sound of skin slapping echoes through the room.
“Oh, Rafe... yes, fuck! "Oh god, keep going, Rafe..." you whine as Rafe deepens his thrusts, fucking you hard and deep; it felt as if he were deep in your guts, dragging out whines and moans from you.
“That’s it, come on, baby, come for me. You're getting tighter. Fuck, I can tell you’re close," Rafe grunts as he moves one hand down to rub at your clit while keeping his pace.
Rafe locks his eyes on yours as you cum. He slows down his pace to ride you through your orgasm as he lets out a deep groan as he finishes inside of you.
“That’s it, baby, let it all out," he coos to you as he stays still inside of you, only pulling out when your breathing stabilizes.
“No, again, Rafe... I want more of you..." you whine, trying to pull him back in with your body all too weak.
"Fuck, baby, again? God, you’re so beautiful like this…" he pants, giving his cock a few strokes as it hardens again. He turns you onto your side, lifting one of your legs onto his shoulder.
“You’re doing so good, baby; you just lay there, ‘kay? I'ma take care of you, baby," Rafe says as he slides back into you with a loud groan; his pace starts slow as he uses his other hand to play with your tits.
"Rafe... go faster, I want more..." you call out, holding onto his forearm as he quickens his thrusts.
“You’re so needy, baby; it’s so cute seeing you whine and beg. C'mon, tell Rafey what you want, Mama," he huffs smugly as he turns your head to look at him.
“Want you to go faster… I'm so close I wanna cum..." you say with watery eyes from your poor body becoming overstimulated as Rafe pushes you towards your next orgasm.
“That’s it, baby, c’mon, let it all go for me, relax for me, sweet girl," he soothes as you come undone for him again. This time as Rafe slows down, he pulls out and paints your stomach white.
“It’s okay, baby, you’re alright, breathe for me. You did so good, baby, so pretty like this," Rafe hums as he lays your body down gently on the bed with you half disoriented in a haze.
Rafe then puts you onto your stomach to relax you better. He chuckles as he watches his cum ooze out of your hole; he scoops it and gently pushes it right back in.
“Y’know, baby, you've got such a pretty ass…" he huffs as he kneads your ass, spreading it just to watch your holes winking at him.
“Don’t even think about it, Rafe, I swear." You manage to get out even with a limp body and a mind shutting off.
“I just want to try it, just a taste, baby; you’ve never let me..." Rafe whines, lying on your back and putting his face to the side next to yours, his eyes wide and his face pouty.
“No, Rafe, don’t be nasty.”
“It’s not nasty! Okay fine, how about just one finger?”
“Nope.”
"Just the tip?”
"Rafe, I’ve never done this before; I don’t know if I’d even like that."
“Then let us experiment… we’re on our honeymoon; I’ll be gentle with you."
“For the love of God, fine!” Rafe jumps right back up as you give him approval, giggles immediately leaving his lips as he wastes no time to lick up from your pussy to your ass, teasing his tongue at your rim before sliding it in.
“Ugh, Rafe... it mn… it feels weird," you complain, finding the sensation uncomfortable.
“Just you wait, baby; I’ll make it feel good." He smirks with a little "heh" before putting his tip up to the entrance, sliding it in very slowly, stopping at any signs of pain you give, and eventually he puts it all in, bottoming out inside you.
"God, it’s so tight in here; it feels like you’re suffocating my dick, baby."
“I feel full… like bloated from this..." you whine, shifting around to ease the feeling.
Rafe chuckled. "You don’t like it?” He says as he pats your puffy pussy.
“Ya just gotta ease up back here; you're going to cut my circulation to my dick, sweet girl," Rafe huffs as he feels genuinely stuck inside.
"Rafe... you can move, y'know."
“I know, but uh, I can’t, baby."
"What?"
“I’m stuck."
“You mean you're stuck inside my ass."
“Precisely”
“I told you this was a bad fucking idea."
Rafe sighs as he just shifts to lay down beside you, his dick still completely inside you. With Rafe unable to get out, you just decided to take a nap; you were already exhausted and didn’t have the time to deal with it.
Two hours later you wake up from your nap from Rafe placing you inside the bath, and the first thing you realize is that you’re no longer stuck together.
“Before you ask, it, uh, it was actually much easier than I thought," Rafe says as he splashed water gently on your body.
“How’d you get out?”
"Uh, I found baby oil under the sink, so we got lucky, I guess."
“And you were just taking my body with you everywhere."
Can I request that Dad Rafe and their big family tell me what their morning routine looks like, like a full day in the life of the family, including nighttime?
Routine!
✿ - Fluff!
Mornings were always rough; half the kids still asleep 30 minutes before school was very common. Julia and Elliot being the only ones excited to go to school were up before 6. Amelie and Aiden were out of bed by 6:30, and the two oldest girls were forced to get up at 7.
Those last thirty minutes that everyone was in the house together was a mess. No matter how many bathrooms the house had, no one wanted to share, leading to constant screaming battles over bathroom hogging.
“I’m glad we have our own bathroom.” Rafe huffs as he hears his kids banging on another door again. Then your door is busted open.
“Daddy! Aiden won’t hurry up! He thinks he’s getting handsome, but literally no girl wants him!” Rosemary yells, clearly over everything already.
“There’s a bathroom downstairs, baby; just use that one." Rafe sighs, clearly tired of his kids' arguments.
“But Amelie and Eloise are in that one!”
“We have a bathroom by the pool, baby. Go to that one."
“Oh yeah."
Rafe shakes his head; he swears he’s going to teach the kids how to share but puts it off every time. You laugh at him as you finish getting the youngest twins ready.
“I’m going to drop them off at school; they have an early field trip, okay, Rafe? Are you good with the other kids?” You say it while genuinely worried about leaving them alone just like every day.
“Of course, babe, I do this every day; you go on ahead." Rafe smiles like a proud father, knowing that the second you leave, all hell will break loose.
Of course Rafe’s prediction was correct, because the second you pulled out of the driveway, the kids started to really fight over things.
“Give me the flat iron; you don’t need it!” Rosemary yells at Eloise.
“Go away! I had it first!” Eloise argues back.
“Your hair is already burnt to a crisp; you don’t need it!” Rafe sighs as he goes to solve that problem only for another to start.
“Daddy! Aiden won’t hurry up! He’s using all my products!” Amelie whines, banging on the bathroom door trying to stop her brother from wasting her products.
"Aiden, open the bathroom door and stop using your sister’s shit!” Rafe yells, and eventually Aiden opens the door.
Finally it was time to get everyone to school. Rafe sighs as he turns on the truck, thinking he made it another day. Until everyone starts asking for food.
"Dad, we’re starving..." Eloise whines, dramatically rubbing her stomach.
“Oh no, no, no, no. You all would’ve had time to eat if you got up on time.” Rafe argues back, determined not to give in.
“But Dad... you never fixed my alarm..." Rosemary chimes in.
“You have a phone; you can set an alarm."
“But Daddy, it’s not fair! Aiden kept hogging all the bathrooms with the stuff I needed!” Amelie argues back. Rafe freezes for a moment; she did have a point. No, he can’t give in.
“I’m sorry, baby, but your mother will kill me if y’all are late again.” He says softly. He looks up in the rearview mirror only to see his kids looking like sad puppies, the same look he uses to get his way with you.
"...Alright, fine, but something quick," he says as he shakes his head, disappointed in himself for giving in.
Night, however, is completely different. Finally, the day winds down, and the kids are tired. You prepare a nice little dinner for them, making conversation about their days at school.
“My teacher said that mommy and daddy were two pieces of kook trash” Julia says innocently eating her chicken “wat dat mean”
“Your teacher said what, honey?” You lean closer, not sure if you heard right.
“Two pieces of kook trash, Mama," Julia beams, clearly having no understanding of what was said.
“What’s your teacher’s name, baby?” Rafe questions.
“Ms. Watergate”
“Do you like her class?”
"No, she’s mean to me."
"Well, this’ll be the last week you see her, okay, baby?”
“Okay, Daddy," Julia says without question as she goes back to eating. While the older kids look at each other in the rather awkward situation.
After dinner was over, the kids dispersed into their rooms as you and Rafe lay on the couch.
“I missed you so much, you know..." Rafe sighs, relaxing at the feeling of you running your fingers over his scalp.
“Do you really think people still think of us as kook trash...?" You say, pausing Rafe’s head massage.
“Baby, it doesn’t matter what people think of us right now because we’re past that childish shit. I don’t care less about that anymore, and other people shouldn’t either."
“You’re right… some people are just weird forever, I guess."
“That’s right, baby, now I think it’s time to put the kids to sleep so we can have some alone time..." Rafe chuckles, unaware of his oldest daughter right behind him, sneaking a few sodas upstairs. Looking at each other in disgust before sneaking back up.
But as much as the youngest loved getting up for school, they hated going to bed.
“But Daddy... I don’t want to brush my teeth," both Elliot and Julia whine in their pajama onesies.
"Well, if your teeth fall out again and the tooth fairy sees that they’re dirty, she won’t leave anything for you," Rafe says as he gets their toothbrushes ready with toothpaste.
Meanwhile, as Rafe dealt with them, you had to ready Amelie and Aiden. “Mom, there’s literally no reason for me to shower; I showered like three days ago!”
You cringe at your son’s words. “Aiden, honey, that’s not good; no amount of cologne will cover your smell. Now get in the shower," Aiden groans as he turns the shower on.
“Mom, can you braid my hair?” Amelie asks, handing you a brush. You nod as you lead her to sit somewhere, gently braiding her hair.
Now Rosemary and Eloise, however, had a very precise routine for night. Shower, wash face, brush teeth, brush hair, turn on heating in the house, open a window. Now Rafe would be perfectly fine with this if it weren't for the house being so goddamn hot.
It was currently one in the morning, and Rafe was restless, sprawled out on the bed while practically panting. “Babe, I’m going to die. It’s so fucking hot in here," he groans, already down to his boxers; not even socks are on his body.
“It’s only like 73° Rafe, it’s not that bad," you roll your eyes at him. You knew he could be very dramatic at times, but he acts like he’s dying the second the house goes up a few degrees.
“Is this what people in Arizona feel like? God, baby, I actually can’t do this anymore," Rafe says while actively stripping down to nothing, bare cheeks on the bed.
“Rafe Cameron. I know you do not have your ugly ass bare on my sheets.”
"Okay, I’ll get up..." he whines, standing up and walking towards the window.
“Someone’s going to see you naked, I hope you know."
"No, I’m not opening the curtains; I just need the draft of air," he says melodramatically with his arms extended out like he’s a bird flying in the wind. You simply turn over and go to bed, ignoring the naked man.
The next morning the routine starts over again. His kids are running around the house perfectly fine while Rafe is still sweating, turning the temperature back down to 65° in the house. And once that first gust of cold air hits, he sighs in relief, standing up straight now like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. His kids give him a weird look as they pass by him just standing there in the hallway, right below the vent, but he couldn’t care less as he was finally relaxed.
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a/n- sorry for not posting for a bit guys these past few days were just rough
hiiii i have an idea for whitaker x reader !! reader whos a nurse and is into whitaker and he is too. and as time goes on they get closer, always being there for each other after a bad case. but when reader was ready to be the one to make the first move to ask him out, she finds out he lives with santos and she pulls away from him, keeping it only professional because she thinks santos and whitaker are dating and she misunderstood the signals she was dating. and then he thinks shes not that into him and gets all moppy around and thats when someone like dana or robby intervenes
MISCOMMUNICATION - dennis whitaker x nurse!reader
synopsis: being in love with your best friend was probably a bad idea. an even worse idea? being in love with your best friend who is also your coworker and dating your other coworker. note to self: don’t talk to dr robby about relationship stuff.
triggers: mostly fluffy and sad angst, talks of child loss, smoking, neurodivergent coded!reader because this is just how i am, i think that’s it, let me know if i need to add anything
a/n: hiii, sorry this took so long, it’s long so it took a while. i mixed up the end part and robby ended up being the cause for all this so old man robby makes an appearance. hope you enjoy and thank you for the request!
“Just so you guys know, this is a little pathetic.”
A passing comment by McKay about how you and Victoria were leaned against the nurses station, elbow propped hands holding your tilted heads up as you both were staring off in the distance that it may not be in the direction of some of your male co-workers.
“Oh, hush. You have a life, we don’t.” You said, waving her off as you continued staring. Where, someone might ask? At Dennis Whitaker, MS3, who was standing over by a computer in one of the bays, talking with Mateo, a fellow nurse of yours.
“God, he’s doing nothing and still hot. That’s not fair.” You whispered to no one in particular.
“I know, right. It seems rude at this point.” Victoria whispered back.
Your eyebrows pinched together as you turned to her, “Wait, who are you talking about?”
She looked to you with a matching expression, “Mateo…who are you talking about?”
“Dennis.”
A moment of contemplation passed before you shook hands, “Fair play.” “Fair play.”
You startled as Dana yelled your name from across the ED, “South 15, V-fib, get over here and grab a crash cart!”
“Coming!”
You had first met Dennis six months ago, during his first shift here, after he lost his first patient. You had ducked into the supply closet to grab a bed pan and a nasal irrigation system, a kid came in with a marble stuck up his nose, when you heard a small sniffle from its dark corner.
Holding up the dustpan, cause you can never be too careful, you called out, “Hello? Someone in here?”
Just as you turned the shelf, you heard a small voice say, “Yeah, sorry. Sorry.”
It was a man, or boy you couldn’t really tell by his very young facial features, quickly wiping his tears away. Short, blond cropped hair with the biggest and sadness blue eyes to match. He looked like a Victorian ghost school boy haunting the supply closet, but why would a Victorian ghost be in Pittsburg in the first place?
“Are you alright?”
He shakily nodded while trying to straight out his scrubs, “Yeah-yeah, just…having a rough first day.”
“Oh. I’m sorry about that.” You remembered your first shift, losing a baby due to Shaken Baby Syndrome, having to call CPS and the police at 8am is a real bummer. Definitely did not instill your confidence for the rest of your time here.
“Thanks.”
“…if its any consolation, crying is a lot better than what I had thought you were doing in here.” You said awkwardly, trying to lift the mood a little.
He gave you a small confused look, “What did you think I was doing?”
Your mouth pulled in on itself like you were a grandma without your teeth in and raised your eyebrows as far as they would go. “Don’t make me say it during our first conversation.”
It took him an extra moment to put those pieces together but when he did, his face flushed and he seemed to choke on his own saliva.
“What?! No, no, no, I definitely was not doing that, oh my- do people really do that in here?” You couldn’t help but laugh, trying to dampen it with the back of your hand, the last part being a genuine question.
“Unfortunately, that and more.”
“Wow…that’s crazy to me.”
“Yeah, I’ve accidentally walked in on people a few times. I’ve almost built the habit of knocking before coming in.”
“Yeah! I mean, at that point, I would too.”
He was being expressive now, not as much as a normal person as it still seemed like he was tempering himself to appear more palatable to others. But he had a little half smile now as he chuckled a little at the ridiculousness of sex in the workplace.
The man noticed you just looked at him, ann absentminded smile on your lips, causing him to ask, “What?”
“You’re not crying anymore. That’s good.”
He faltered a bit, “Yeah…I guess not,” He gave a sigh before continuing, like he hated to but needed to explain away his actions, “I lost my first patient today. His name was Bennet.”
“Is. His name is Bennet, just because he can’t say it himself, doesn’t make it any less his.” You realized show brazen your words were and followed up with, “Something my mother used to say. She worked in the morgue downstairs.”
“Oh. That’s a really nice way to think about it. Thank you.” You liked the way he said things, the slight midwestern accent with a softness to it that you couldn’t quite place.
“Of course. Nobody should cry in a closet on their first day.”
You paused for a moment, collecting some thoughts of what you were doing after this, before asking, “Are you feeling better?”
“Um, yeah. Surprisingly, I am.”
“Would you like a hug?”
Surprised over took him at the odd, but nice, request. Nobody here in Pittsburg would even acknowledge a random person on the street without a reason, let alone offer to hug them just because they were sad. That’s something that would only happen to him back home, where everyone knew everyone or someone who knew them.
“Oh. Yeah, sure.”
You speedily put down your things on the shelves next to you two before holding out your arms to him, letting him decide when to come into them. You were a good hugger, everyone told you so, including your patients very often. His arms wrapped around your waist gently in the hug as yours went around his neck. You both stayed there for a moment because you gave him a small squeeze and let go.
“There you go.” You pulled away and grabbed your stuff off of the shelf.
“Th-thank you. I needed that.”
You smiled, “You’re welcome.”
As you started walking away, he called after you, “I’m Dennis, by the way! Dennis Whitaker, MS3.”
You told him your name, turning partially to call over your shoulder, “Rotation nurse, I fluctuate between ED and the peds wing on three. I’m sure we’ll see each other around.”
After that, the two of you would hang out often, him walking you home after your shifts, meeting up on your shared days off to do something fun or just relaxing at your place with a movie. Sometimes he would swing by and drop off a little treat for you at the nurses station. Despite denying it for as long as you could, you had fallen for all of Dennis’ awkward, midwestern charm. The more you got to know him, the more his layers peeled back. He could be bold when he wanted to, most of the time he would blush afterwards but he no longer would stutter out an apology on the off chance it was ‘too much’ or made you ‘uncomfortable’. He joked more, laughed more and the more time you spent with him, the more you fell for him. It was a terrible cycle, considering the fact that you two worked together most of the time.
The major of your time on shift was spent helping each other, both with patients and when some of them pass.
The day you realized you were in love with one of your close friends was when you had lost one of your ICU kids. Paloma Davies had just turned six years old, having to have her birthday party in the ICU with you and the other peds nurses on the floor decorating her room for her and having a ‘sleepover’ with a showing of COCO in her room. She’d been diagnosed with sepsis when she was five after being in and out of the hospital since she was three. You had had to call it at 6:43pm. This case gutted you more than normal because of the simple fact that she had been getting better. She was bright, and happy. Her status were rising like you all had hoped. There had even been talks about taking her off of a few assistant medical devices. And then she crashed.
Your shift ended twenty minutes ago but you couldn’t bring yourself to leave, needing to check on all your kids first. OCD or anxiety? Pick one.
The steel door to the private room you were in opened, you didn’t turn though. You figured he would be looking for you, you had hoped though that Naomi would tell him to go on without you, that you would be here a while. There was no doubt that she had, but he just cared that much.
“Hey.” He said quietly, closing the door silently behind him. You didn’t respond, just continuing to gently bounce the baby in your arms.
“Naomi told me where I could find you.”
“I figured.”
You weren’t facing him but you could tell that he was awkwardly standing there, almost rocking back and forth on his heels with his hands shoved in his pockets because he didn’t know what else to do with them. You couldn’t tell if the amount of detail you knew about him with because of your crush or because you sucked in information about the people around you and he is around you the most.
“Who’s this?” Dennis asked gently, coming closer and changing the topic.
“This is Delia,” You brighten a little, turning so he could see the little baby in your arms more clearly, “She’s waiting for her cleft palate surgery tomorrow and she’s so excited that she can’t seem to sleep.”
You turned so her little face was toward Dennis, letting him see the wide smile across her face and the little notch in her upper lip to her left nostril.
“Aw, hi Delia!” He whispered to her, wiggling a finger at her. You were both arm to arm, both surrounding that little girl as you coo’d at her.
“You wanna hold her?”
He looked at you with surprise before nodding gently and holding out his arms.
“Here you go…” Despite how nervous he was, Dennis’ arms didn’t shake as you passed the baby over. His body immediately meddled to fit hers and make sure she was comfortable lying on his chest. You couldn’t help stop yourself from smiling, it definitely wasn’t his first time holding a baby. His body was lightly bouncing at his knees, smiling down at Delia and acting surprised every time she made a noise or a cute face at him. You wanted to enjoy it for as long as you could but your mind wondered before you could stop it to Mr. Davies and how he would never be able to hold his little girl like that again. Not so silent sniffles filled the room as you tried to stifle them. Dennis, saying nothing, shifted Delia over to his left side and gently pulled you closer to him until he was holding both you and the little girl in his arms. The moment your head hit his shoulder, sobs spilled from your mouth.
“She was so little..”
“I know.” Your face was tucked into his shoulder.
“I should have-“
He pulled you closer, his head next to yours while his hand rubbing up and down your arm, “There was nothing you could have done.”
This was what the two of you did, you were the shoulders each other would cry on when it came to shifts like this. You two stayed there, gently swaying in the peds wing until you stopped crying and Delia fell asleep. Then Dennis walked you home, like always.
~
“Hey, what’s the status on the labs I sent for the kid in South 8?” Dr. Robbby asked as he walked up to the nurses station in the middle of the ED.
You didn’t even glance up from the computer as you nodded and said, “Yeah, they are finishing up soon. They should pop up in a few minutes.” He said his thanks and slapped the countertop but you stopped him before he walked too far away, “Oh, hey, can I run something by you?”
“Yeah, sure.”
“So, Dennis…what do you think is up with him?”
He leaned in closer, confused by your vague words, “What do you mean?”
“Like, do you think he’s..single? Or maybe seeing someone outside the hospital? Or in the hospital? I haven’t noticed anything but, I thought I should ask since you kind of…watch us all.”
Robby sighed, the way your dad would sigh when you would ask him to do something embarrassing for an old man but give in immediately, “First of all, if I suspected there was a relationship between two of my subordinates, I would have to report it to HR to make sure everything is documented,”
You scoffed and rolled your eyes, “Yeah, I’m sure that you ran right to Gloria and told her the minute you and Collins hooked up.”
“That’s not up for debate. Anyway! I had thought that he and Santos were together.”
That gave you pause. What?! “Wait…what?”
“Yeah, I’m pretty sure they live together now.”
WHAT?!
“At the start of his shifts, he forgot to add an address for his mail and in case of emergencies but when he did eventually turn it in, it had the same address as Santos.”
How did you miss this? Why the fuck hadn’t he told you that he was dating someone? Especially if that person was Trinity! Despite how baffled you were about this new piece of information, as well as heartbroken as your plans of asking him out and being with him were thrown out the window, some pieces did click into place. You’d never been over to his place, which you hadn’t really found odd because some people are subconscious about where they live or the state their place is in. But if Trinity was there, it made sense, not wanting you to become a third wheel to them. You didn’t know, not really. You had thought that you and Dennis were close enough for him to tell you about something like this. You don’t really remember how your conversation with Dr. Robby ended, just remembering that numb feeling that causes you and your brain to become floaty, like your body was doing all the moving without the thought behind them. It felt like mourning, mourning someone you couldn’t have.
The rest of your shift, you kept hearing other people confirm what Robby had said. That Dennis and Trinity were together.
Mohan had asked if you were going to Dennis and Trinity’s place Thanksgiving weekend for their ‘Friendsgiving’. You told her you hadn’t even known about it.
You saw the two of them in the break room together, laughing and sitting close to each other, which gutted you more than you wanted to admit because you finally saw it with your own eyes. How didn’t you see it before? Maybe you just didn’t want to.
Garcia and Santos were talking over an easy suture case as the older observing the procedure. You had quietly popped in to adjust the kid’s medicine and update his chart when you couldn’t help but overhear the conversation.
“So, you and Whitaker doing okay? Haven’t kill him yet?”
Trinity scoffed, “Not yet. But, yeah no, he’s good. Cleans up after himself, does the laundry.”
“Aww, your own little housewife.”
They both chuckled while you were almost frozen, just staring at the white computer screen in front of you.
“Yeah, he’s good though. I’ve got him hooked on a few shows at the moment so he’ll be caught up to modern speed in no time.”
“You two Netflix and chill? Naughty girl.”
You quickly made your way out, not wanting to hear about their sex life, at all. If you had stayed though, you might have heard Trinity’s response of, “As if, you know who I’ve got my eyes on.”
“You and Parker, right?”
~
“Hey.” Dennis slid up next to you, leaning against the locker bedside yours, already changed into his hoodie and loose jeans with his backpack slung over his shoulder, “You ready to go?”
Santos. Santos. He’s with Santos. You shouldn’t be doing this. He’s dating Trinity. That’s his girlfriend. Not you. He should do this with her.
“Uh, I actually have plans with a friend. He sent a Uber for me.” You quickly said, barely even acknowledging him as you stuffed your own crossbody bag with your notes and laundry.
“Oh, really?” God, you could only see him out of your peripheral but his entire face had fallen and he now resembled a kicked puppy.
“Yeah. Sorry,” You quickly pulled away and started to walk away, calling over your shoulder as if to soften your harshness, “Maybe you can walk Trinity home.”
“Oh…okay. See you tomorrow!” He yelled, you could only wave your hand at him while mentally hitting yourself over the fact that you had just shoved him towards Trinity. Of course, that’s what you are supposed to do. That’s his girlfriend. They are dating. For how long? You had no idea but he never told you and they were living together already.
Fuck.
You were in love with your friend and he is already dating someone else.
Fucckkkkk.
~
It wasn’t like you were purposely avoiding Dennis…okay, maybe you were, but for good reason. Over a long mental conversation (breakdown) with yourself one night, you had come to the conclusion that you were a wedge in Dennis’ life and the other relationships he had, like the one he had with Trinity. That’s why he hadn’t told you or why you hadn’t noticed until now. He had carved out space in his life for you and only you to exist in. And that wasn’t fair to his girlfriend, he shouldn’t prioritize you when he had a partner.
So, most nights when he tried to walk you home, you either left early so that he couldn’t ask you in the first place or you’d make up an excuse of having plans or a ride already at the hospital. Sometimes though, you would ‘throw him a bone’ like Dana said to and let him walk you home. The entire twelve minute walk with filled with awkward silences and odd small talk. It made you feel as though you were being stuck by a teacher to shoulder share with the person next to you and neither of you really knew what to say. It couldn’t be just you feeling this lingering uneasiness between you two, right? He had to feel it too. You didn’t really have a definitive answer to that, as much as you wanted one. Dennis always kind of had this nervousness to him when in public, a trait you figured came from the culture shock from tiny farm town to big loud city. But he still asked about your day, your patients, how you were feeling, like nothing had changed. Because for him, it hadn’t. You had though.
Thankfully, after eight days on, you got your four days off all at once so at least you wouldn’t randomly turn a corner and see Dennis there, most likely sweaty or ending up covered in some kind of…suggestive liquid. You could lay on your couch with a heating pad and a glass of wine while you cried over some 90s romcom.
Currently, you were crying over ‘While You Were Sleeping’ with Sandra Bullock and Bill Pullman while on your second glass of white wine.
“He just loves her anyway! Why can’t she accept that?!”
And then your phone rang.
“Noooooo.” You whined before you even saw who it was. Fuck, it was Dennis. Quickly, you sat up and rubbed your skin until it was dry and somewhat normal looking. There was nothing you could do about the redness in your eyes so you would just have to hope that the camera wouldn’t pick up on it.
“Hey. What’s up?” You said, trying to sound as normal and chill as you could.
“Hey. I just wanted to see if everything was okay?” Dennis asked through the phone, holding his phone up so you could see most of his face, his jostled, messy hair that was growing out now and getting curlier, his pinkish cheeks that he normally has in the mornings or when he was sleepy- Jesus Christ, pull yourself together, it’s a video call!
“Yeah, yeah. I’m fine, I was just watching a sad movie, that’s why I’m a little…bleh.” Great, now you have associated yourself with a vomiting sound. That’s awesome.
“Oh, that sounds nice. I just meant like, in general, if you were okay?”
Your eyebrows pulled together as you adjusted your blanket and sat up a little more.
“Yeah, Dennis. I’m fine, why are you asking?” You tried to add a small laugh at the end of your question like it was a ridiculous question when it really wasn’t a ridiculous question and you had been hoping that he wouldn’t ask you this ridiculous question.
“It’s just, you know, we haven’t hung out as much lately and I know that you are super busy with peds and you have other friends, obviously, but I just wanted to make sure it…wasn’t me? Like, I didn’t do something to make you upset?”
God, fuck him and his stupid, sad eyes. Now you just wanted to wrap him up in your blanket and kiss the shit out of him until he stopped looking so sad. Most of the time, he had that look on his face. You had a resting bitch face, he had a resting sad face. But now, this one was being caused by you, all because you had been too much of a pussy to confess before Trinity did. That was no surprise in your mind, Trinity was confident and outgoing, not in a super outwardly nice way but she got what she wanted and she had gotten what you wanted. You didn’t feel any distaste or dislike towards her, it wasn’t her fault that she had fallen for Dennis the way you had, all of that was directed at you, for not taking your chance when you had it. Not that he liked you like that anyway. God, this is fucked-
You were pulled back out of your own self loathing thoughts to Dennis saying, “If I have, please tell me. I’m so sorry if I have, I obviously never mean to-“
“No, Dennis, I know,” You sighed, closing your eyes for a moment before smiling a little at him, “I’m fine. I’ve just been very tired, I think I’m developing a cold. It’s a whole thing but I promise, it’s not your fault.”
He looked at you through the phone for a moment, studying your face, almost as if he was looked for the lie, but you were too good.
“Okay. I’m sorry you’ve been tired, if you want to take a couple days, I can cover for you.” God, why does he have to be so nice and caring?
“That’d be nice. Thank you, Dennis.”
He finally smiled, the sadness lifting from his face slowly.
“Yeah, of course. I’m always here for you,” Yeah, that’s the problem! Even when trying to slowly but surely detach yourself from him, he kept coming back, “Hey, I don’t know if I asked you yet but everyone’s doing a little Friendsgiving here. You wanna come?”
Hmm, did you want to dress up, make actual food and get wine drunk at a party at your crushes place with his girlfriend and all your co-workers/friends while trying to not obsess over what you couldn’t have?
“Yeah, sure. That’d be great!”
“Great! I can’t wait,” Then he looked over his shoulder out of frame and called, “She’s coming!”
“That’s great!” You heard Trinity’s voice call in the background and your stomach pitted.
“Oh. Trinity’s there?” You tried to keep any sort of tone out of your face as you said that, despite feeling sour at the moment.
“Yeah, yeah. We were just watching that law show you had showed me.” Salt in the opening, gapping wound.
“Good..that’s good. Sorry, I have to go. Incoming call,” It was a bad excuse, not convincing but you were two glasses in and just really focused on getting out of this conversation to let your body relax again, “Talk to you later.”
“Oh, okay. By-“
You ended the call, cutting him off by accident and your body fell back against the couch cushions, going completely lax. Rubbing your hands harshly over your face, you let out a loud sigh for no one to hear. This is what you wanted. Right? You had wanted him to hang out with his girlfriend instead of you, so why did this hurt so much? You didn’t want to hear about it though.
Fuck. Maybe you should get a cat.
~
Today fucking sucked. One of your kids, Celia’s, surgery went bad and she was now in a medically induced coma until her body could heal from the mistakes the surgeons made. Another one, Malik’s, mom decided to almost start a physical fight with you over the fact that you had suggested that you do more tests before removing another one of his organs. Plus the regular bullshit that you were dealing with led you to the nurses station, heading straight for Dana.
“Hey, I’m gonna take five. You have a cigarette I could borrow?”
“You gonna give it back?” She asked with a teasing smile.
“Probably not.”
“Yeah, you’re good, kid.” She wrote something down and slid the little piece of paper over to you, “In my locker, outside pocket of my purse. Help yourself.”
“Thanks.”
As you walked off, Dana watched you for a moment before waving Dennis over, who was stood over to the side with a patients charts. He did that little thing where he perked his head up and pointed to himself, just to check before he embarrassed himself by being wrong.
“Hey, what’s up?”
“Go out and check on her if she isn’t back in ten minutes. She’s got a lot on her mind.” She winked at him then walked away when Dr. Robby yelled for her across the pitt.
~
You promised yourself that you were going to stop crying at work.
Your five minute break was up a while ago but someone would have paged you if you were really needed. Tears rolled down your cheeks on their own, you were too mentally exhausted to even cry properly. Halfway through the cigarette you had taken from Dana, dragging it out for as long as you could since you regretfully only grabbed one.
“I didn’t know you smoked.”
You’d know Dennis’s voice miles away, the little twinge in his midwestern accent, the lightness in his tone like he was approaching a scared animal and not his friend. You don’t make a move to wipe the wet trails down your face, he’d seen you worse.
“I don’t.”
He sat down next to you, you didn’t move, just taking another drag, watching the smoke drift away.
“You wanna talk?” He asked, looking at your side profile as you refused to look at him because, like always, the minute you saw that look on his face, you’d break down.
“Not especially.”
“I heard about that patients mom.”
You rolled your eyes with a sarcastic smile and scoff, “Fucking Princess and Perlah.”
“Yeah, of course, who else would spread that stuff?”
The cigarette was getting shorter and shorter as the two of you sat in silence, not uncomfortable or peaceful, but just there, together. Once it got to your fingertips, you threw it on the ground and stubbed it out with your heel. Your whole body tense when his arms wrapped around your shoulders, as they as always did when you were like this. You really wanted to sink into him, let him wrap you up in his arms and take you home so you didn’t have to be here anymore, stop thinking for a bit. But you couldn’t. Not here, not now in the middle of your shift.
“Hey,” When he shifted, your bodies became closer with his arm wrapped around your shoulder before dropping down to your back. “Let it out before you explode later on.”
Part of you hated when he said things like that, partly because he was right and partly because you didn’t want to fall back into that hole you had been climbing out of the past month and a bit.
Your face became hot with your nose scrunching up like an angry child, fighting tears, your breathing becoming harder while you tried to keep your voice steady, “I love my kids. They are my little babies and I hate that all I can do is all I can do and that I can’t wave my hand and make them better. But some days everything piles up with shitty parents and grown adult patients or the fucking lab has lost my samples, plus I have my own shit outside of this hospital that are constantly on my mind- Fuck! I just…I just want a moment to breathe and stop thinking so much.” The words were spilling out of your mouth before you could stop them. The speed of your thoughts were getting caught in your throat and you were starting to choke on your saliva while tears were pouring from your eyes with no end in sight. This is exactly what you had wanted to avoid, there was no way you could go back to your shift looking like this. There’s no crying in pediatrics, unless you are a child.
“Okay, okay.” Dennis immediately jumped into action it seemed and pulled you closer, turning his body on the ledge of concrete half wall the two of you were sat on so that you were more face to face. Your head was tucked into the space between his shoulder and neck by his hand, cupping the back of your skull while petting your hair. Your hands found their way around his waist as you hugged him back, the first time you had touched him since you went cold turkey from Dennis Whitaker. So it was hard to stop yourself from sinking into his soft, pale skin. With one hand rubbing up and down across your back and the other petting your hair the way you enjoyed, the two of you stayed there until your breathing returned to normal and your body relaxed completely. Which you weren’t sure you had ever done. How did he do this to you? Why did your body listen to him? Why did you want to stay here, in his arms forever? Fuck. The rhythmic touching he was doing across your spine had completely melted you into him, your nose nuzzled into his jugular in a completely line crossing way as you soaked up every bit of him that you could. He smelled warm, something you didn’t realize before you met him that someone could smell like a temperature, the same way water can taste lukewarm.
“I miss you.” He whispered into your hair, “You’re right here and I miss you.”
“I’m sorry.” It was barely a murmur, exhausted now from crying.
“What happened with us?” His head turned until your foreheads met and a shaky sigh let out from your mouth, trying not to gasp at the touch.
“Nothing-“
“Don’t give me that. Something happened? What?” Your voices were so low that it would look to anyone else as though you two were just mouthing at each other.
“You happened.” You whispered, as your eyes involuntarily lifted from whatever spot you were blanking out on to his lips, “Why did you have to be with…”
Despite his confusion at your trailed off sentence, he still dipped forward and went for your lips. They never met though as you jumped back at the sound of an incoming ambulance a black away. It was like cold water had been splashed over your head with the sirens call to attention. You jumped up and took a few steps back as you rubbed your hands over your face harshly and into your hair.
“Fuck, we can’t..” You shook your head as Dennis stood up as well with a confused puppy face.
“What? I’m sorry, I should have asked but I thought-“
“I have to go. I have to go.”
“What?” He laughed in disbelief, forced out of him, “Okay, let’s punch out, I’ll walk you home, it’s getting dark.”
“No, no,” You mind was spinning. What the fuck had you almost done? What had he almost done? He’s in a relationship! With your guys co-worker! And you had been losing your mind the past two months trying to not do what you had almost just done. Fuck!
Just as the ambulance was pulling into the port, you ran. You hadn’t run like this ever, not even in school. Sprinting across the port, right in front of the ambulance and down the overhanging hall towards the street, a very last minute plan to make sure Dennis couldn’t run after you.
Note to self, having a panic attack while running is not ideal or easy.
~
In the two weeks leading up to today, Dennis had been avoiding you at work. Which was great because that meant you didn’t have to answer his questions about why you literally ran away from him but also sucked because it meant Dennis was avoiding you, like the plague. It wasn’t subtle either, how he would purposefully turn away and go the other way when he saw you, skipping out of certain patients if you were assisting. It felt gross, like you were diseased, but maybe this was a good thing. Now you didn’t have to worry about avoiding him because he was doing all the work. Unfortunately, he was still all you could think about.
You hadn’t planned on coming to the Friendsgiving, hosted at Trinity and Dennis’ place, you wanted to avoid the place like all hell, but Samira and Mel are a deadly combination. Once Samira puts her mind to something, it’s going to happen, plus Mel’s ability to persuade anyone by just talking them in circles.
So you did what they asked, demanded, put on a dress and let them drag you to the dreaded apartment. Paper chain garlands were hung from the ceiling, tall candles shoved into empty wine bottles with wax already dripping down the necks. You were surprised by the amount of color in here, knowing Trinity had a slight aversion to mixing bright colors. It warmed your chest a little at the thought of Dennis being able to freely enjoy things with his parents or his brothers labeling them as ‘too girly’ or that he needed to stop being ‘such a fruit’.
“Glad you guys could make it.” Trinity said, coming forward to welcome you guys at the front door. She was beautiful. Part of you hated that. Dressed for the weather, she was wearing a long black velvet skirt with burgundy insulated tights and a matching sleeveless turtleneck. Her dark bob was half up-half down with a light sprinkle of silver eyeshadow across her lids, making her icy eyes pop even more. You could completely understand why Dennis had fallen for her.
“Thanks for the invite.” Mel said, looking around for a moment while stepping out of the door frame and holding a small gift bag out to her, “I brought an apartment warming gift.”
“Thanks, Mel. You are aware that we’ve been living here a while, right?” Trinity asked, taking the gift anyway.
“Yeah, but this is my first time here so.”
She moved around her into the apartment, Samira following toe and affectively leaving you behind with Trinity.
“Nice place.” It was lame, but it’s all you could muster at the moment. You stepped forward so she could close the door behind you, sealing your fate of being at this party.
“Thanks. The utilities are shit but the interior is cute so it gets a pass. Plus, Dennis is pretty good at fixing all our broken stuff, worth keeping him around it seems.”
You gave her a stiff smile before going to turn but her hand caught your arm.
“Hey, I don’t want to get into your business or anything but did something happen between you and Dennis? He looks more like a spooked ghost than usual.” Her voice was lowered at least to keep this from becoming the parties main topic of conversation.
Your eyebrows furrowed, “Dennis didn’t tell you?” Maybe it was your fault for assuming that Dennis would come clean and tell his girlfriend about how he almost kissed you.
“No. Should he have?”
You should probably tell her. “No, I guess not.”
You finally scooted past her and made your way into the actual party. It wasn’t a super full of people, which was nice, made it so you could move around a bit in such a small place. All the younger day shift workers were there along with a few from night shift, like Parker and Shen, which was a nice surprise. It was rare to see all of you together since you obviously traded off shifts, thankfully there was a cover shift of people that worked some holidays for occasions like this.
You couldn’t help but stand in a corner and try not to draw attention to yourself. Your brain was telling you over and over that everyone here knew what you were thinking, pitying you for being in love with someone you can’t have. You made sure to pour a glass of whatever was alcoholic in that pitcher and stuck to Mel’s side as she didn’t normally talk at these types of functions, preferring to listen to the conversations instead of join in. She wouldn’t try to pry into your love life like the rest of these animals.
It took about fifteen minutes for Dennis and you to get pulled to each other, like the gravity between two objects who have only been orbiting each other up until this point. He was wearing the sweater you had gotten him. Charcoal grey with darker vertical stripes, slightly cropped at the bottom and no elastic band at the waist paired with a pair of matching dark jeans. It was a little oversized on him as you had worried it was shrink in the wash but it ended up not doing such, he had told you not to worry about it and that he liked it even better now since he didn’t really like tight sweaters. Your eyes met and he looked almost surprised to see you here. You were surprised you were here to so it seemed that feeling was going around.
He walked away though once he was able to pull his eyes away, turning the corner to disappear into the kitchen, leaving you to sit on the couch, surrounded by all your friends and feeling like shit.
“You ever planning on telling him how you feel?” Samira leaned over and asked, her lips stained with pomegranate juice from the Shirely Temple-like drink being served.
“Nope. Especially not now.” You said, taking another long drink from your own glass.
“Why? What happened?”
You scoffed with a roll of your eyes, “I doubt it’s a secret.”
“Wait, what? I’m so lost.”
“Dennis and-“
“Oh shit!” A crash was heard in the other room causing your conversation, and all the conversations at the party, to a stop as everyone turned to see Trinity and Parker in the living room, who had stumbled into each other and into the dining table from how tipsy they were. Their laughter echoed as people went to check on them, including Dennis.
“Shit! Are you okay?” He asked, helping Trinity up, grabbing her arms and supporting her body weight by holding her close.
Her drunken giggles had barely subsided as she said, “Yeah, I’m good, Huckleberry. Thank you for recusing me from the floor, just like your mama raised you.”
They were so close, her fake midwestern accent towards the end when talking about his mother, which he smiled at, which she was laughing at as she stood up completely on her own but his hands still lingered. God, what the fuck is wrong with you? Why is this the only thing that you could think about, obsess about? This wasn’t fair, not for yourself and not for them. You needed to remove yourself for the equation, the way you always did, to protect yourself and anyone else who may get caught in your emotional crosshairs.
With the chaos of making sure Trinity and Parker were okay, along with picking up whatever had been knocked over, you took that opportunity to initiate your escape plan. Completely normally walking towards the kitchen, behind the crowd of people around the dining table, pretending as though you were grabbing one of those little appetizers from the countertop before slyly opening the front door and Irish-goodbying.
It was cold outside now, your fur lined coat now becoming the best idea you’d had all night. You had forced your mind to go blank once you had left the building, numbing all other voices that were screaming at you for many different reasons. Now though as you reached the corner of the block, waiting for the light to flash the little white man telling you to cross, you were planning a vacation, get out of town and go wallow in a cabin somewhere before reinventing yourself to forget about Dennis.
The light clicked to the little man and the auditory aid started to beep at you to cross, but your name being yelled from behind you stopped you, despite your better judgement.
“What do you want, Dennis?” You asked, tiredly as you turned to him down the street, he was still quite a ways away from you.
“You left without saying anything! I just wanted to check on you.”
You shook your head, “I’m fine, Dennis. Just go back to your party..and your girlfriend.” The last part was said quietly with a slight sneer.
You started making your way across the crosswalk while he continued running after you.
“Why are you avoiding me?!” He called after you, entering the crosswalk as you were exiting it, looking both always before jogging across.
“Leave me alone, Dennis..” Your head hung down as your hand ran through your hair, an anxious habit you’d had since childhood. You walked a little faster, a short jog, as you hoped he would lose him and he would just go back to the party.
“Will you stop running away from me?!”
“Why?!” You stopped and whipped around on, causing him to stop two arms lengths from you, “So I can go back to that party and watch you and your girlfriend and feel shitty about myself, angry at myself for not doing anything about this sooner? No, I can do that from home well enough. Just go back to your party, enjoy it. You deserve it, Dennis, you truly do.”
You were caught up in your own emotions to notice the array of flashing ones across his face, barely able to keep up with everything that was confusing him about your words.
“Wait, what? I’m so confused. What are you talking about? What didn’t you do and what’s the ‘this’ in this conversation? I don’t understand why you’ve been so upset.” He couldn’t even keep up, his questions becoming jumbled while trying to make sense of this.
You scoffed and stood idle for a moment as you tried to buck up the courage to say what you should have a long time ago, “I didn’t tell you about the massive fucking crush I have had on you from the first time I met you. How I fell in love with you after that night in the peds wing after Paloma. That’s the ‘this’.”
Time froze as he did and you forced yourself to watch his face blank and then contort in pity, but the latter never came.
“You..love me?”
“Yes, it is unfortunate for the both of us.”
“Wait, what? Why is this a bad thing? I’ve been in love with you too, I’m surprised you didn’t know. I didn’t think I was hiding it well.”
As he stepped forward with his hand outstretched to you, you took a big step back with your finger pointed at him.
“No, none of that. We can’t do that.”
“Why? You don’t want to be with me?” His face fell in that way you loved and hated at the same time because pretty boys shouldn’t be sad. Stupid big eyes that made you want to wrap him up in a blanket and hide him from the world.
“Dennis, you have a girlfriend.” You said, eyes wide as you told him, angry that you had to remind him of this. You didn’t think he was like that.
But the look he gave you was pure and utter shock, which caused you to falter a bit as he exclaimed, “What?!”
“I’m not stupid.”
He took another few steps towards you, “Believe me, you aren’t. But I have no idea what you are talking about because I don’t have a girlfriend. I’m painfully single.”
Now it was your turn to be incredibly confused. “What do you mean?” You just saw them together at the party! They are living together, for Christ sake!
“You’re dating Trinity.”
The blank look from utter shock made you want the earth to open up and swallow you whole.
“I am not dating Trinity.”
“What?” Your voice was so small you barely recognized it.
“I’m not dating Trinity. She’s dating Parker.”
It was comical how you heard the sound of glass shattering in your head at his words.
“She’s gay?”
The look on your face seemed to make him smile a little but in fact, it was actually the fact that he had finally found out why you had been avoiding him these past few months and why you had been so depressed, for lack of a better word.
“You couldn’t tell?”
Your mouth open as every thought you had had and thing you had done in the name of jealously, self preservation and depression ran through your mind as if it was the 7 minutes at the end of your life.
Mortified, you covered your mouth with your hand and slowly sank to the concrete, “Oh my god, what have I done? She’s so gay, how did I not-fucking shit…I’m so fucking stupid.” Your legs were spread out in front of you in a V shape like a Barbie doll, just sat there in disbelief. Probably not a great idea to sit on the sidewalk in a populated city but you weren’t thinking about that right now.
“No you’re not.” He said with a warm smile and a slight chuckle as he watched you, stepping forward towards you.
You whipped your head and glared venomlessly at him. “Dennis, I have spent the last two months convinced that you and Trinity were dating and in love and so committed that you were already living together. I’ve done so much wallowing, so much crying, so many wine drunk nights. All for you to actually be completely fucking single the whole time!”
“Where did you hear that me and Trinity were dating? I’d like to have some words with them.”
You chuckled a little at his incredibly nonthreating threat, “Robby did. I was asking him about you and he mentioned that the two of you were dating.”
“And you believed him? The man that has so many unread texts that it makes Mel nauseous when she sees it? Who can’t open an email from someone without accidentally sending a blank reply?”
“I know! It was so dumb.”
“Great doctor, great man, bad at societal information.”
“I’m gonna cross stitch that on a pillow for his Christmas present.”
The two of you laughed as the brisk air nipped at your cheeks. The few moments of silence that followed caused you to review this insane conversation, all the way back to your accidental confession, followed by his own confession.
You’re sure you looked like an owl as you snapped your head towards Dennis with a barely contained look of hidden glee.
“You love me?”
“Hmm?” He feigned ignorance, not very well, as he gave you a hand off the ground.
“You love me.”
“I don’t know when I said such a thing.”
“When I said I love you, you said the same thing. I heard you say it with your face.”
You two were stood very closely to each other, Dennis had pulled you up and much closer than was necessary so that you were almost chest to chest. You smiled a little victoriously at him as he just looked back at you softly.
“I may have said that.”
“Good to know I wasn’t imagining things.”
There was a comfortable silence between the two of you as you both waited for the other one to make a move. Your eyes trailed over his face unabashedly now, only ever admiring like this when his attention was elsewhere, but now it seemed he was doing the same thing.
When too much time with nothing happening besides staring, he turned back towards his apartment and said, “You wanna head back to the party?”
You tugged him back by his hand and with your other, pulled him down in one quick motion to kiss him. Surprise caused him to stumble forward a few steps which you followed with your steps back to keep the two of you upright. His hands immediately found your ribcage before slowly moving towards your back. You could practically feel him smiling into the kiss for a moment, before you licked at his lip and slipping your tongue into his mouth. His arms, stronger than you had thought when first meeting him, pulled you ever closer so you two were flush to each others bodies. The cold was fighting against the amount of body heat the two of you were producing. You only pulled away when your lungs started to struggle, the flustered look on his face and the blooming bruising on his lips.
Gently, you took his hand and started leading him back in the direction you had been heading before.
It took him a few moments to realize before asking, “Wait, where are we going?”
“Back to mine.”
“Oh, okay.” There was no fight, no battle about all the people he had left back at his place with an increasingly drunk Trinity, which meant without a sober host. Very out of character thing for Dennis to do, ever the responsible one, raised to organize a party, even if it’s not his party.
“You really didn’t know she was gay?”
“I did, in my mind! I just- I thought I was wrong when I heard the fake news about you guys.”
“Yeah, let’s not go to Robby for relationship information.”
STOPP I LOVED THE RECENT FIC YOU POSTED I love the little eggs your dropping can we have a flashback to there engagement party?
Engagement!
Pt. 2 of - Story Time!
cw.- mentions of sex, usage of alcohol, mentions of drugs, body descriptions
Rafe couldn’t take it anymore. The kids officially pressured him into telling another story. Having migrated to the living room, they made Rafe, along with Topper and Kelce, reenact that night while they told the story even though they were clearly drunk.
"Okay, so it was here at TannyHill, and, uh, your dad, okay, he came in with your mom, and it was a cute little party for the older people there.” Topper starts off, already giggling at nothing.
“For y'know, respect or whatever..." Kelce adds on, "But the actual party started after the cover-up party ended at 10.”
“It was, uh, it migrated into a pool party, but no one had swimwear because they didn’t know, y’know?” Rafe continues, "So like men, do we just strip down, but the girls? Eh… they either stayed dressed or they got kicked out for being naked." He shrugs.
"Mhm, we found a few still naked around the property too." Kelce laughs.
"Oh, but your mom, good lord, I was hoping I’d be able to call her mommy too," Topper giggles, making shapes with his hands to show what he saw.
“Watch it, Topper," Rafe huffs, pushing his friend’s arm. “But your mother was… very sexy that night… oh lord, I can’t even describe the amount of ass—"
"Okay, next part in the story!” You interrupt before it can go further.
"Hm, right, well then, your mother started giving out swimsuits because she ran out and got some… and let me tell you… it was practically tits everywhere." Kelce sighs as if he’s reminiscing.
“But then the problem was resolved by using, uh, like dollar store t-shirts to cover up because of modesty or whatever," Topper shrugs, picking up another beer.
“Then some dumbasses,” Rafe pushes Topper and Kelce, “fucked up and spilled half a keg into the goddamn pool, wasting beer."
"Wait, where’d y’all hide those big-ass barrels of beer?” Eloise asks with her friends nodding.
"Language, missy, but they were old people; we just said it was a project for remodeling or whatever."
“Anyways!” Topper starts up again. “It was barely 12 and people started leaving because they were scared cops were going to come, so we moved over to the hot tub and it got—"
"Sensual…" Kelce finishes off as he fakes making out with Topper.
“And of course the main couple of the night wasn’t missing out," Topper huffs, picking Kelce up to try and reenact the sight.
"Oh, they were like going to town in that tub, let me tell you. Now at first it wasn’t noticeable, but then you could tell he had your mother flipped every which way in that tub; he was tearing that pus—"
“Alright! Please move on," you say, throwing a pillow at the two boys, knocking them down without effort.
“Woah, Mom, you let Dad do that in the hot tub?” Rosemary starts. “That’s insane; we were literally planning to go in later!”
“It was like 16 years ago! The water is clean now, I assure you," you huff. “I promise you you won’t find any lost siblings in there."
“Lost siblings…?" One of the friends starts before the realization hits, "Oh! Oh my god!”
“Whatever, okay, yes, your mother and I had sex in the hot tub."
“Rafe.”
“It’s okay, baby, and it was a few hours we were in there.”
“Rafe!”
"Okay, I’m sorry, baby. I’ll speed this up."
“Anyways, cops did end up coming, which interrupted your parents," Topper laughs.
“Did anyone get arrested!?” The kids question.
“No, uh, see, your mother was still in that tiny little bikini, and, uh, the cop liked what he saw, so…"
The kids groan in disgust, “Oh ew."
“Moral of the story, kids, is do not stay up partying until 10 to 5 in the morning, okay? We were greatly hungover, and uh, there were naked people down on the beach too," Kelce finishes.
“Now they got arrested, yes, for, uh, public nudity," Topper sighs.
"Oh... well, that wasn’t that bad?”
“We left out the part where your dad did body shots of your mother; they also slept on the roof. We also got drunk the next day. Oh, and I think there was like coke or something, but who knows? I can’t remember; it’s like erased.”
“Coke?” Rosemary questions.
“The drink, baby, don’t think too much about it.” You say before sending them off to go do whatever other plans they had.
“Oh c'mon, it was getting interesting."
“I don’t need you telling my kids about coke, Topper."
“Yeah, okay, but I won’t forget Rafe doing lines off your body."
Can I request for Dad Rafe how the reader and Rafe met and their like meet-cute? What was their first date? How did Rafe ask the reader out?
Love at first sight!
✿ - Fluff!
The first time you remember seeing Rafe was when you were seven, on your daddy’s boat with his friends; you nervously come out from the little room with your tankini and floaties. That’s when you saw him, standing next to his dad, his eyes locked on you.
Your dad beckons you over, calling you by his side. He wraps an arm around your shoulder as he introduces you to Rafe and Rafe to you. After that he sends you both back down the steps to go play. That might’ve been the first mistake. Two kids who clearly had a crush on each other were sent off to play, leading up to you leaving a tiny kiss on his cheek. Nothing special, but to him? It might as well have been a proposal.
After that day the two of you were inseparable; your father couldn’t believe it—his baby girl actually wanting to be outside on the boat? He didn’t suspect much, drinking and fishing with Ward and a few others. All while you and Rafe were building something strong right below them, of course it wasn’t more than cheek kisses and awkward hugs, but it was perfect.
Until it wasn’t. As Rafe grew older and the problems with his father became worse, he got more distant. It was rare for you to see Rafe then; he didn’t answer your texts or calls and was practically avoiding you. So you decided to stop trying. Why waste time on someone who doesn’t care? But he did. Rafe cared too much. He hated that he had to shut you out, but he didn’t want you to see what he was going through.
Then one day Rafe just came back into your life; he finally messaged you, apologizing and asking for time with you to explain. Of course it took time for you to forgive him, but Rafe was willing to wait. And as you spent more time together, the romance grew; it was clear as day to anyone that Rafe Cameron was head over heels in love. Then it happened. It was a warm summer day, and Rafe took you out on his boat with a few drinks; he disappeared for a minute or two under the excuse of using the bathroom only to come back with a whole bouquet.
“So, uhm... I’ve been thinking..." he started, looking around nervously, his body tense and fidgety. “We’ve known each other a long time, and, uh... I was wondering if you’d like to go to dinner tonight...?" Just us…like as a date, together..." He clears his throat, handing you the bouquet of flowers he bought you.
“Aw Rafe… that’s so cute; I’d love to..." You smile at him, and his whole body softens; he laughs in relief.
“Then I’ll see you at 7:30...?"
“Sounds good, but uh… you've got to take me home first, Rafe..."
"Oh... right, whoops."
The date was perfect, outdoors on the upper patio of your favorite restaurant. Rafe had his attention on you the whole time; not once did he pick up his phone, not even after his friends spammed his phone asking how it’s going.
“So, uh... how is it? I didn’t want to take you some place I knew you didn’t like, so, uh, I chose here..." He smiled, holding your hand on the table while you waited for your desserts.
“It’s amazing, Rafe... I love it."
“I’m glad. I was scared you’d think I’m not putting enough effort..."
“No, no, everything is perfect; it’s beautiful up here too. It's hard to get a seat up here. How'd you do it?”
"Well, uh, I reserved it like a month ago. I mean, I assumed you’d say yes to the date, and if you didn’t, then, uh... I guess I’d be here by myself."
"...You had this planned for a month?”
“Three actually, but, uh, I started my plan last month, yes.”
“Seriously?”
“Yep. I wanted it to be perfect, y’know?”
You nod at him. Did he seriously plan all this out? A few minutes later the desserts come, then the bill. And before you know it you’re back in Rafe’s truck. He turns to you, looking into your eyes.
“There’s, uh... I have one more surprise for you..."
“There’s more?”
He nods as he starts the truck, taking you to the beach. He pulls out a bathing suit for you. Where'd he get it? Like he said, he’s been planning this for three months. He takes you out by the water; holding your hand, he turns to you.
"Y'know, I’ve been waiting for this since I first saw you."
“Really? In my tankini?”
“I remember you were gorgeous in it, like, unimaginably pretty."
“Oh gosh, I don’t believe you. I bet I looked so dumb.”
“No, I'm serious; it got worse when we were like 14. I think that was the time I walked in on you changing? That changed younger me’s life. My first time seeing tits, I was astonished.”
“I was still using training bras from, like, Target, Rafe."
"Well, you looked damn good in them."
“You’re so stupid."
“Then I must be stupidly in love… which I am, by the way."
“I’d never thought I’d hear you say it."
“Only for you..." he says, leaning closer, the tension between you two heavy.
“You going to kiss me or what?"
He chuckles, leaning in and connecting your lips, kissing you gently at first. Holding the back of your head, he deepens the kiss. Sliding his tongue into your mouth, you wrap your arms around his neck. A few minutes later the kiss breaks for air.
“You’re so beautiful," he mumbles into your neck as you sit and watch the sunset fall as the waves crash against your legs. Rafe couldn’t believe he was here; months of planning and he didn’t think it’d come true. But one thing he did know was that he loved you; he always has.
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Can I request that Dad Rafe explain how the reader found out she was pregnant for the first time and what her reaction was?
Story time!
✿ - Fluff!
It was the oldest girl's birthday, and everything was going amazing, a party with their friends at Tanny Hill. As the night settled, a few of the girls' closest friends were staying for a sleepover, slowly eating away at the cakes and leftover pizza before the question came.
“Hey, Dad? How’d you and Mom figure out y’all were pregnant with us?” Rosemary asks as a few friends giggle. Rafe freezes in his tracks, turning his head slowly.
“Uh, you sure you want to hear that story? I have better ones; I can tell you about our engagement party...?"
“No, Dad, we want to hear the pregnant story," Eloise huffs, clearly expecting it, getting her friends to pressure Rafe into telling the story. Rafe just sighs as he grabs a chair, sitting in front of the bunch.
“Well, it was barely a week after our honeymoon. Which I took a month off work for it; luckily, your mom’s body waited to become sick the first week after. We hadn’t suspected anything until it was practically every morning she was hunched over the toilet, puking her guts out. Then apparently she realized she hadn’t gotten her period, and it wasn’t just a day or two late; it was weeks late.” A collective gasp comes from the group.
“That’s how she ended up at the local pharmacy. She claims she went undercover, buying a box of tests, a Plan B, and a motherhood pamphlet they offered. The cashier, a kid she claimed was no older than 17, gave her some weird look, raising his eyebrow at her before nodding as if he understood. I don't know if that was real because she was delirious at this time, but still.”
“Delirious? Was Mrs. Cameron okay?” Kris, one of the friends asks.
"Yeah, she was alright, just, uh... a little insane at the time..." Rafe sighs, seemingly stressing at the thought.
“Well anyways, she said she came home and I was still at work, and she took the whole box of tests; it was like six in there. And voila, they all said positive, but of course she didn’t believe it, and so she went back to that same pharmacy, went to the same cashier, bought two more boxes, and got 1 negative but 11 more positives.”
“Hold on, she didn’t believe the first six?” "Conner," another one asks.
Rafe leans in closer, voice hushed. “I told you she was going insane at this time.” He clears his throat.
“Anyways, I get home, and the first thing I see is her crying in the living room surrounded by all the tests like some sort of ritual. Then it was all sobs about her being scared and that we weren’t prepared because we both worked and we weren’t stable.” The kids look in confusion. Weren't stable. Y'all live in a big-ass house?
“Then I had to remind her that she does in fact not have a job, never had a job, we’re rich, and we are in fact prepared. Then we talked and decided to keep the baby because we were going to use the Plan B, but I told her we’d have beautiful babies.
“Your father is lying; he said his sperm is perfect and beautiful and his kids will be perfect and beautiful," you chime in, nudging Rafe’s head.
“Whatever, it’s the same thing! But anyways, the moral of the story is your mother was going to like not have the baby, but we decided to keep you, and now here we are sixteen years later.”
The kids look around at each other. "So can we hear the engagement party story?” They ask, wide-eyed and ecstatic. Rafe shuts it down immediately after, however.
“That’s, uh... that story is something I need time to collect myself..." he sighs, getting up to grab a beer as the kids groan with complaints.
“You didn’t tell them about you crying at the OB/GYN office when we saw the ultrasound," you giggle, pushing him back towards the kids.
“What!?” The kids shoot up excited like kids on Christmas morning.
“No baby, please, I didn’t cry! I’m a grown man! All I saw were two blobs; why would I cry?” He tries to defend himself only for the kids to laugh at him. He sighs as he’s forced back into the chair, yet he wouldn’t have it any other way.
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