"You see when a new baby laughs for the first time a new fairy is born and as there are always new babies there are always new fairies."
Warnings: none. just tooth-rotting fluff with jamie and your baby girl
Summary: After three long months, your little girl, Chloe, finally laughs.
Pairing: black album!James x fem!reader w/ baby
Word count: 818
A/N: listen guys this im sorry if this is corny but my baby fever is so bad rn. and I did this instead of my English project. ENJOY PLEASE OR ILL CRY
You smile as you sit beside James on the sofa, leaning into his side as he speaks goofily to your little bundle of joy, her back and head resting against the blonde’s long legs that had been propped against the coffee table.
“Did you miss Daddy while he was working today?” he asks with a wide smile, his fingers in the tiny grasp of Chloe’s hands.
The little girl smirks a little with a coo, her tongue sticking out slightly. You and James had long grown impatient to hear her tiny giggles as she reached three months of age, and every day both of you would try so hard to push that slight smirk to a tiny belly laugh.
“Yeah? You did?” he asks, acting as though she could understand him. “Daddy missed you and Mommy, too.” James leans forward slightly and plants a kiss on Chloe’s forehead before turning to you and pressing his lips to your own, leaving a chaste kiss on them. “The guys were asking about her today,” he chuckles a bit, his statement making you smile widely.
You bring a hand up to push a golden strand of his hair from his face, “Really?” you ask, tucking the locs behind his ear as he nods, “What’d they ask?”
James looks down at the still-grinning baby and smiles back, “They asked a whole lot. How she’s doing, if we’ll bring her back to the studio again to visit, if they could come to visit us.”
You giggle a bit as you snuggle into the blonde’s side, “Well, Lars is supposed to come by when you get the album covers, isn’t he?” you ask, gaining a nod from him.
A peaceful silence falls between you as you both watch Chloe look around the room with an infantile curiosity. You smile as you think about how James had stepped up to father her, his priorities set almost completely on the two of you. Quite honestly, you had worried your entire pregnancy that he wouldn’t have been able to do it. You worried that the dedication was too much for him and that he’d try to bury himself in work to try to stay away from it. You also worried his drinking would get in the way of his parenting, the same way it’d gotten in the way multiple times in your entire relationship. However, he had really attempted to cut down after you’d given birth.
You reach a hand out and rub Chloe’s tummy gently, “You wanna see your uncle Lars again?” you ask, pulling the little one’s eyes to you, bouts of curiosity beaming from them. You smile at her as you continue, “Well, maybe Daddy can bring you with him to work one day while Mommy cleans the house, hm? Then you can see Uncle Lars, and Uncle Jason, and even Uncle Kirk!” the names are drawn out as you list them, Chloe’s face once again turning to a wide smile at just the sound of your voice.
“Don’t forget about your Uncle Bob, too.” James coos at the little girl, earning a tiny coo back from her. James beams at her, “You wanna see your Uncle Bob?” he asks goofily, gaining yet another coo, this time louder.
Almost like a giggle.
You gasp slightly, trying to excite the little girl as you attempt to urge more coos from her, “Do you think that’s silly?” you ask her in a coo, causing a tiny bubbly laugh to erupt from her chest. The adorable sound sends joy and excitement bursting into the air, making James and yourself gasp ecstatically. “You think your Uncle Bob is funny, don’t you, honey?” you ask with your own laugh, watching as she giggles even more at the mention of the name.
James lets out a chuckle at the sight of the little girl being overtaken by her newfound laugh, “He’s definitely funny looking,” he says through his laugh, making you giggle, too. It isn’t long until there’s a circle of laughs going around between the three of you.
Between the family.
After a few moments, Chloe’s tiny giggles die down alongside yours and James’ and you’re back to smiling at the little girl in awe. Your heart blooms with love as you glance up at James, his smile wide with delight and love. It never ceased to amaze you just how tame a man as crazy as James Hetfield could be when it came to you. You and his family.
You sigh contentedly and press a kiss to the man’s cheek, his facial hair scratching you slightly. “I love you, James Hetfield.” you murmur as you pull away, pulling his attention toward you.
The blonde smirks at you as he plants a kiss to your lips, “And I love you, Y/N.” he murmurs back lovingly, your hearts seemingly connected in the moment. “More than you could ever know.”
"if i'd known she was religious, then i wouldn't have come stoned to the house of such an angel, too fucked up to get back home."
- feathered indians, tyler childers. ・❥・
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Lorelei Bernadette Dalton (affectionately known as "Bea" by friends and "Bernie" by family) has known ranching her entire life. Between breaking her first colt at the age of fifteen, and wrangling calves for tagging ever since she was ten, she's well-seasoned.
With knowing ranching, she's known ranch hands, too. She's seen a handful come in and out of Lone Wolf Ranch throughout her twenty-five years of her life, but she's never seen one quite like James. A handsome, yet mysterious, blonde cowboy from everywhere and nowhere that has ventured to Cuchara, Colorado in search of work, he seems to be everything she'd be looking for as the hopeless romantic she is.
pregnancy fic w gareth? if not, totally fine. if so, thank you very much. i genuinely enjoy your writing so very much. makes my day when you post :)
Both of You
Pairing: Gareth Emerson x preg!f!reader
Warnings: teen pregnancy, mentions of reader being harrassed for being a pregnant teen, mentions of fighting, fluff, bad writing lol, not proofread, we die like men
A/N: thank you for requesting this!! i was thinking about writing some dad!gareth x preg!reader so this request was awesome to get! hope you enjoy it anon! ^-^
"Y/N?" Gareth practically whispered into the dark room, his fingers searching the wall for the light switch, "You still awake, baby?" He waited a few moments for your response before switching on the light, revealing you in all your glory.
You lay on your side, a pillow wedged between your belly and the mattress in an attempt to not have horrible side and back pains in the morning. As Gareth paced closer to you, he smiled at how adorable you looked. Your plump lips were ever-so-slightly parted, your breaths flowing in and out with a relaxed ease with your hair spread messily across the soft pillow that would usually belong to Gareth.
The boy smiled fondly before placing a warm hand on your tummy, his eyes moving to the protruding bump.
"Must've made your mommy real tired, huh?" Gareth whispered, his thumb rubbing against your thinly clothed skin. He could feel a tiny poke beneath his hand, making his smile grow into a wide beam before he turned away to change into a band tee and a pair of loose sweatpants.
Your eyes gently blinked themselves open as he had his back turned. You hummed quietly with a deep breath, watching how the boy's back muscles flexed while he reached out for a shirt.
You nestled the side of your face into the pillow below your head, "How'd it go?" you rasped out, your voice ridden with sleep.
Gareth pulled his The Number Of The Beast shirt over his head before turning around and answering, "Like usual," he sighs, making his way to the side of his bed, "5 drunks,"
You snort out a laugh as you move farther to 'your side' of Gareth's bed, giving him room to lay beside you, "Well, if you would've let me come, it could've been 5 drunks and a pregnant 18-year-old."
Gareth shuffles himself onto the mattress, "Yeah, and those 5 drunks would've harassed that pregnant 18-year-old." he reminded with raised eyebrows, settling into his spot.
As lighthearted as the comment came off, there was a lot of truth to it. Up until your 20-week mark, you were going to Corroded Coffin's shows every week without issue. Most people didn't even realize your bump under your band tee and leather jacket, and if they did, they would just assume you had gained weight since they had last seen you. It wasn't until you really started to round out that you became the town pariah.
Those '5 drunks' had called you all kinds of names that twenty-first Tuesday of your pregnancy. Whore, slut, skank, any sort of name that would point to you having sex, they called you. Which, when you had mumbled to Gareth the situation that had ensued during their performance, he was fuming.
Needless to say, Eddie and himself were bruised and bloodied as they walked out of the alley behind the Hideout that night.
You didn't say anything in response, knowing there was nothing to say. You just watched as one of his hands settled on your tummy, a faint, drowsy smile painted upon his face.
"Don't need either of my girls getting hurt," he hummed fondly, looking up into your eyes after a moment. His beauftiful blue eyes were filled with so much love for you as he leaned closer to you, your faces just inches apart now.
You pressed a hand against his warm cheek, brushing your thumb beneath his eye. You didn't notice just how large your smile was until Gareth spoke just above a whisper, "What?" he asked fondly with a tiny laugh, making you blush.
"Nothin'," you answer, moving your forehead to press against the boy's, "I just love you,"
Gareth's cheeks must've burned with how wide his smile was, your sweet words soaking through his skin right to his heart. He leaned in to plant a warm, loose-llipped kiss on your lips, one that sent an everlasting heat through your chest.
"I love you too," he whispered against your lips, his thumb rubbing circles on the skin of your belly. He nuzzled his nose further against yours, angling his head downwards slightly, "Both of you."
