Beautiful boy - Mason Mount
Request : You are 5 almost 6 months pregnant and you found out you will have a baby boy. So you guys spend the week over at his family. After a day out, which tired you more than usual, you and mason head to his bedroom to get ready for bed as everyone went to bed. While Mason has a football game as background on tv ; he is scrolling through his phone. You are cuddled into his side with your back against his chest , scrolling too on your phone and Mase is craddling your baby bump. You found some pictures from Ben’s birthday party, Christmas&New years Eve that you spent with his family as well some pictures from a mini holiday just you two for his birthday. You are like “Omg” and Mase panicks that something happened to you and the baby. You show him all the pictures and he was clueless at what you are hinting at. You are like” Its the fact that I was growing our baby boy and didn’t even know it”. He then gets all cocky and goofy. But then is all soft. Just all cute and fluff (requested by @raremasey )
Warning: a tiny bit of sexual innuendos but, apart from that, it's all so fluffy
Tag list: @masonxomount @chelsealover @masterclassbaby
“I’m stuffed”
“They say you have to eat for two now”
“Well, I feel like I’ve eaten for the three of us actually”
Mason laughed, closing your bedroom’s door behind him.
That week you were guests at his parents' as it was nearly Christmas and Debbie wanted to have all the family gathered around to spend the most wonderful time of the year together, that desire being stronger since you and Mason were expecting your first baby and she wanted to spoil you the best she could while living what they say to be the happiest moment in a woman's life. That day in particular turned out to be especially tiring as you spent all the morning and part of the afternoon out for some Christmas shopping, looking for presents and that kind of things, and then went to have dinner at the nicest restaurant in Portsmouth. Needless to say by the end of the day, you were so tired you wanted to see nothing but your bed.
“God, I’m bloated” You whined in front of the full-length mirror hanging on the wall that was showing you the body of a six months pregnant woman wrapped in an elegant dark blue, wrap velvet dress.
“Don’t blame it on the dinner now” The sarcastic jab about your condition your boyfriend just whispered in your neck while hugging you from behind, won him a glare as you batted his hands away from around your stomach.
“That’s all your fault” You muttered, pointing your finger at him.
“My fault?” He chuckled in disbelief “It takes two to tango, babe”
It was crazy how a simple item like a ring could awake such powerful feelings.
His answer left you without anything to retaliate with which was quite unusual for you.
As you stood before the wooden desk that you would use as a table top to leave the jewels you were taking off, you stopped thinking of something to say when your eyes fell on the eternity ring Mason gave you to celebrate the news of your pregnancy: it was a beautiful band ring in platinum with a circle of diamonds all around.
It became a sort of a ritual to admire that symbol of love every time you would let it twirl around your finger or take it off. Just by looking at it you would feel all the love, the overwhelming emotions you felt the moment you opened the small box before his impatient eyes.
“So? You don't have anything to say?”
He got closer to you and placed a silent kiss on your cheek, moving the hair falling down your shoulder behind your back. His fingers moved to your back to unzip your dress, knowing you would have appreciated him helping you with what had become a difficult action to do lately.
“Nope” You said under your breath as you kept your stare fixed on the shiny thing in your hands. Mason tilted his head to the side as he was trying to get his head around what was going on with you, why your mood changed all of a sudden.
His eyes landed on the ring too, smiling as he grasped what was going on in your head at that moment.
“Are you okay?”
You nodded in response, giving him a quick peck on the tip of his nose.
The smile you gave him when you nodded confirmed Mason what he thought was going on in that pretty head of yours was right but you weren't the kind of person to talk out loud about such moments that made you feel the most intense emotions. He knew that and it was alright, he wouldn’t have forced you, he just needed to know you were alright.
“Move over” You mimicked him to move away so you could take your usual seat between his legs, earning a giggle from him.
As you left him to get in your en suite bathroom to get changed for the night, he sat on the bed of the guest room you were staying in and turned on the tv to catch up on the latest news from the football world which meant watching that day’s highlights as well as gaffers and fellow players’ interviews.
Those past months you had been living with your other half growing your unborn baby, surrounded by the people that were most important to you, instilled a sense of gratitude in your heart which was so strong it made you feel at peace with the world, as if nothing bad could ever happen. Mason was proving to be the loveliest life companion, always ready to meet your needs despite his heavy agenda, as well as his family. You had always been among those people who thought they couldn’t trust other people other than their own family but in that case you had to change your mind as the Mounts were being really supportive.
The natural consequence of those serene thoughts was the soft smile that curved your lips, that never ceased to leave your lips, not when you brushed your make-up remover pad over your painted lips nor when you left your classy attire to change into a more comfortable one for the night.
When you were ready, you joined your boyfriend in your bedroom and smiled at the sight of him sprawled on the bed all cozy with his ruffled hair, in his grey sweatpants and jumper look you loved so much on him.
“Come here” He sat with his back against the headboard so could use his chest as your backrest, as you would usually like to do when having your little, sweet moments of cuddles and pillow talk before going to sleep.
Mason gave you the softest smile, sliding his arms around your belly and planting an as well soft kiss on your temple before asking you how you were feeling.
For a moment he watched the tv attentively before moving his attention to the phone in his hands, as you were doing the same with yours.
"Omg" You blurted out suddenly with a strangled timber that made the Chelsea midfielder jump.
Apparently that night your mind fancied taking you on a trip down memory lane one more time as you opened your camera roll to let all the good memories of the past come alive once again.
It all started with the most recent ones, as you wanted to check the pics you took during that night’s dinner with his family: you holding Summer, you smiling with Jaz and Lewis, a stolen pic of you and Mason sitting at the table together with him whispering something to your ear that was making you laugh while his hand was gently pressed on your baby bump. You loved that kind of photo and you soon found yourself looking at all the ones you took over the years.
"What? What's wrong?? The baby??" Mason was already on his feet, ready to take you to the hospital but he didn't know the hospital was the last place you needed to be at that moment. The baby was perfectly fine, he was just kicking, clearly amused by that funny scene where you were good and his dad was worried as if he was the one about to give birth.
"Nothing Mase, I'm fine, come here" You giggled, patting the spot behind you in order to signal him to take his place back on the bed.
“I’m fine, it’s just that -” The truth was that you thought you were perfectly fine but, ever more so in the last period, your hormones were taking a toll on you, giving you the most random mood swings. That’s why you started sobbing out of nowhere, leaving Mason disoriented.
“Y/N -”
“I was looking at all these pics on my phone and god we were so happy…tonight these bloody hormones are turning me into an emotional mess”
A half smile curved Mason’s lips as he took his seat back on the bed. You moved your phone a little to show him what you had been looking at for the past hour.
“Ben’s birthday party” He giggled, as a photo of you all smiling and tipsy appeared on the screen.
“We had so much fun that night”
“Look, do you remember this dinner we had with your family? I found out being pregnant that night” Of course he remembered, yours was just a rethorical question.
“Yeah…that was such an intense day… I thought you were joking at first!” He laughed thinking about that night six months ago.
“Yeah, I know! But then you changed your mind when I showed you the ultrasound with the Chelsea stuff”
To announce him the big news, you decided to surprise him by giving him a little box containing the very first ultrasound of your baby together with a pair of small Chelsea socks and a matching tiny blue jersey with daddy written on the back of it.
“Hey, this was our first mini holiday we had in Portugal!” He commented, scrolling onto another picture.
Mason’s smile grew even wider when his eyes saw the picture you took of him smiling with glistening eyes, showing the camera your baby’s pic with the other two presents you gave him.
His eyes got glistening with tears again just by thinking about the day that changed your lives forever.
“Yep, it was the first summer we spent together, when we started dating…we had such a good time”
“I remember it very well”
“Can you believe -"
"What?"
"I mean, I’m looking at these memories and I can’t believe I’m now carrying your baby boy and that he was actually growing inside of me when some of these pics were taken…that’s incredible”
Your sincere emotion made Mason’s heart melt, you were the incredible one to him actually. He felt you two would end up together since the first time you started hanging out, it was as if his sixth sense had been telling him your future right from the start. And it was absolutely right.
He let his lips linger on your temple as he was trying to imprint all the love he felt for you onto your skin.
“I’ve never thought we would make it this far”
“Excuse me??” Your boyfriend’s voice, as it did every time he was offended by something, became high pitched and that never failed to make you laugh.
“Let me explain!”
“Oh yes darling, the least you can do is give me an explanation” He crossed his arms in an angry manner and put on that adorable pout he would do when being sad or upset.
“I mean that I never thought I would end up in a long-term relationship with a footballer, given the disputable fame you all have”
“That’s very shallow of you”
You smiled as it was now your turn to kiss him, your lips brushing against his stubbly cheek.
“But then I had to change my mind”
“What made you change your mind?”
“Everything: your personality, how good you can make me feel…”
“I can make you feel good anytime you want” His voice tone changed from sweet to husky, being well aware that was his sexy voice. Before you could even realise it, he started leaving a trail of not so innocent kisses along your neck, his hand pressed on your swollen belly.
“No Mason, not now…your parents are literally in the room next to us”
“I’m sure they can deal with it, I mean I don’t think they believe I have put a baby in you magically” he scoffed, towering over you.
That line caused your mouth to emit an embarrassed giggle, adding to that the pink tint your cheeks took on.
“Come on Mase”
He knew resisting his kisses mixed with the sensual friction of his beard against your sensitive skin was pure hell to you but he loved being such a tease, especially when you were in a risky situation where the danger of getting caught was high.
"Stop it" You tried to dissuade him using a firmer voice, knowing full well that would have made him pout out of annoyance.
"Okay" He sighed loudly in distress, laying on his back with his arms folded behind his head.
The sad pout on his face made you giggle, making him look like the perfect kind of irresistible man you fell in love with every day. You leaned forward, placing your hand on his bent knee to support yourself, to place a kiss on his lips.
“You know what we can do tomorrow? I’m not talking about sex”
“Not interested then”
“Mase!” You playfully smacked his thigh, making him wince.
“We can look at all the pictures from when you were a baby”
“Not a chance” He sniggered, swinging his leg.
“Well I don’t need your permission, I’m just going to ask your mum”
“Do that and I won’t massage your feet anymore”
“Hey! It’s not fair threatening a pregnant woman!”
“Nor your shoulders”
“Are you really going on with the threats??”
“I love threatening you” He smirked, placing a kiss on your lips. “Plus I felt my baby kick so this means he agrees with his father”
“The opinion of an unborn baby doesn’t count” Your baby boy kicked again, as if to express his disagreement with what you just said. “Fuck, he just kicked again”
“See? Baby Mount is always right” He kissed your belly, smiling as his tender gesture caused your son to kick again.
“I’ll remind you about that in a few years” You smirked, sealing your promise with another kiss. “Fuck, I have to pee again” You muttered bothered, getting up from the bed for the second time that hour to go to the bathroom. The tone of disappointment you just expressed your frustration with made Mason giggle, as he offered you his hand to hop down the bed.
“Y/N?”
“Yes?”
“Aren’t you scared?”
“About what?”
“The baby, we’re gonna be parents…it’s huge”
The fear mixed with excitement that shined through his eyes made your heart clench and swell with love: he just wanted to be the perfect father for his son, he was terrified he might not have been good enough; but deep down your heart, you had no doubt at all he was going to be the best parent your son could wish for. You could already picture him playing football in the garden with him, helping him with his homework, reading his bedtime stories and tucking him in…it was impossible for Mason not to be the amazing dad he wanted to be.
Funny how he usually was the one you would go to to hear some soothing words and now your roles were reversed.
You stepped closer to the bed, standing in front of Mason who was sitting on the edge looking up at you, patiently waiting for your kind and encouraging discourse. The smile you addressed him was a reflection of the totalising love you had for him, the way all those little things were about to make your heart burst out of your chest.
Instinctively, by way of erasing the apprehension painted on his facial features, you brought your hands to his face, brushing your fingers lightly over his cheeks, along the bridge of his nose and against the little wrinkles on his forehead.
“Yeah, that’s huge but you know what? We’re such a strong team we have nothing to fear. I mean, we’ll have our tough moments but we can overcome anything together”
After a short pause where you had the time to dive in the depth of his brown chocolate orbs that meant the world to you, you resumed your talk.
"I'm scared too about all the challenging moments we'll have to face, I'm scared to death to be fair, but I know we'll be here for each other, doing our best to raise our child"
“I love you. So much”
“I love you more” You cupped his face before kissing his lips. “You should be the one comforting me by the way”
“You’re back at being mean??”
“I’m not mean, I just said I love you!”
“I won't take you baby shopping tomorrow"
"And you're back threatening me??"
Mason laughed against your lips, capturing them in the umpteenth kiss of the night.
"But you're sexy" Another kiss "So sexy"
You hummed as you moved your lips in sync with his.
"Yeah, whales can be so sexy"
Your line made Mason giggle but he wanted to punish you for the mean comments you reserved for yourself so he playfully slapped your bum.
"You're the sexiest whale ever"
"Let this sexy, tired and incontinent whale go to the bathroom" You chuckled, getting back up on your feet, eliciting a laugh from Mason too.
"Okay but don't be long, I can't wait to cuddle my favourite whale and my baby whale"
"Mount, call me a whale again and I'll kill you"
Mason laughed out loud, laying himself back on the bed waiting for you to come back to him.
“You’d never kill your son’s dad”
“Never say never” The threatening tone you would have liked your answer to come out, turned out to be softened by the yawn that escaped your lips.
“You’re so cute, my sexy and hot whale”
The only answer he deserved in that moment was a middle finger and that’s exactly what you did, trying not to laugh when you heard him whining about your bad manners as you locked yourself in the toilet.
That's all you could ask for: you and the love of your life expecting the baby you would soon cradle in your arms, spending sleepless nights looking at him or, more likely, asking him to stop crying. You were eager to see the fruit of the love between you two, as you were sure he was going to be the most beautiful baby, mainly due to his dad's genes.
Come on beautiful boy, we're waiting for you.
