141 request - the boys holding their newborn baby for the first time?
Baby fever is killing me, and I keep going back to read over any 141 fics where they have kids ;_;
Thank you if you decide to do this!! <3
When Gaz holds his newborn for the first time, it’s with skin-to-skin contact at the hospital. He sits beside your bed in a chair, his upper half bare. The care team have already dried the newborn off, put a little knit cap on its head. Placed belly down but upright, Kyle supports his child his arms as a nurse drapes a warm blanket over father and child. Only the newborn's head is above the blanket. You watch quietly, eventually drifting off. Kyle refuses to move even as his arms cramp.
When Price holds his newborn for the first time, the man is a wreck on the inside. Outwardly, he stays strong and stoic, knowing that you need support and care after bringing such a precious thing into the world. Inwardly, he’s a storm of emotion. Price, joy, fear, and anxiety. This moment is a happy one, but now that the baby is here, he has a greater responsibility. John hopes that he won’t mess this up—that he will be the best partner and father for the years ahead.
When Soap holds his newborn in his arms for the first time, it’s all pride. The man is beaming, smiling so wide his face hurts. This might be his fourth, but Soap isn’t counting. He’s showing this newborn off to everyone in the hospital, even the doctors and nurses who were in the room for it. “Look at this wee thing,” he says to each new face.
When Ghost holds his newborn in his arms for the first time, he doesn’t expect the tears. The life he’s led, his childhood drenched with parental absences and abuse, created a shadow over his future. Ghost believed fatherhood was out of reach, and not for him. But with this small bundle in his arms, fragile and precious, Ghost knows that’s not the case, that he will never be like his father. Ghost will provide his child with constant love. Something he’s never had.
When your first baby turns a year old, you decide it's time for them to start going to nursery school, and you find one that takes a forest school approach.
John looks skeptical. "Forest school? You mean they just... let toddlers loose in the woods?" You have to explain that it's a method that encourages play, exploration, and risk-taking, while they learn about nature through the seasons.
Simon claims that the five of you can teach her better. "She needs to be around other children. Not just grown men who call playgrounds 'soft terrain'," you say.
Johnny pipes up next. "But think of it this way! By five, she'd ken how tae track, build a shelter—"
Kyle cuts him off, already rubbing his temples. "She's going to nursery school. After we do recon."
You're left to watch in despair (and more than a little suppressed laughter) as four of the scariest men on earth scope out a nursery school like it's a black ops target. They mutter about improper sight lines and the perimeter, and do background checks on all the staff.
This was suppose to be a relaxing trip back to the states before you would be having your baby in 9 weeks.
A 1 week trip back to your spawn point before going back to your home with John and pending the next most likely few years there.
Visiting friends and family members you actually liked- you were excited to spend some time out of the UK. However since you step back on that stretch of land something had hit you.
You were craving something..
It had been fucking terrible, every get together, every outing with friends and family had left you stressed out.
Restless and with a ghost of a craving you couldn't figure out.
You knew butter was included however non of it was right..
You'd walked through every store you could find to see if you could find what you needed..
However non of it was coming to you.
Walmart? Meijer? Kroger? Dollar Store? You went to all of them.. There were more sticks of butter in the hotel mini fridge then you knew what to do with- John having to now use butter in random meals or fork it off to others since it wasn't what you fuckin wanted. Poor John- The man both found it funny and felt incredibly bad for you as he tried to help the best he could, now becoming familiar with the grocery stores because of it..
It was making you lose your mind and you were now constantly cranky. Sleep also becoming more difficult as your mind just was trying to figure out.
You were shifting ever so often- Your brain still stuck on the phantom craving.
Rolling over you try to shift and get comfortable. The scowl on your face still as you stare ahead, eyes landing on the yellow hotel temperature dial looking at the black lettering across it.
Yellow with black lettering?
Yellow with black lettering.
Waffle House...
You sat up quick. Eyes wide as it dawned on you.
IT WAS FUCKING WAFFLE HOUSE!
Sliding out of the hotel bed you look to see John still asleep. Quick to put on your sandals you order a Uber to the closest Waffle House with a quick snag of your wallet.
The Uber ride had been incredibly quick. You were damn near giddy when you see that yellow and black sign.
The staff who were currently just chatting or on their phone looking to you confused as there was a heavily pregnant women in pajamas almost far too joyful to walk in and sliding into one of the clean booths.
One of the women walked over with a menu and a set frown, however you shook your head at her already knowing exactly what you needed.
"Can I get the two egg scrambled with cheese, bacon, sausage, grits, hash brows all the way, 3 waffles and a bowl of chili. With as many butter packets as you're legally allowed to give me"
She snorted a laugh at this.
"Fine then-"
You were giddy, Practically salivating as you watched like a damn hawk as the chef made your hefty meal. The baby seemingly as excited as you as you felt them move- prompting you to rub your stomach.
The waitress finally walked back over and set the plates down with a smirk, as well as the half frozen box of butter packets which were slid next to your seat at the booth.
"Thank you"
You say quickly and dig in, Humming in delight as you buckle down on your meal. That restless feeling you'd had before now a thing of the past.
Was there a moment you mixed the buttery grits into your chili and ate it like a person who had never eaten before? Yes-
Was it possibly gross to anyone else besides your very heavily pregnant self that you had done such a thing? Most likely.
Did you give a fuck?
Hell No-
You went on with your midnight breakfast opening up a butter packet at nearly every other bite. Mixing it were you could.
Hearing your phone buzz you know already who it is. Seeing your husband's name with far too many emojis and a single sentence.
💕John 💓🍆💦 - 'Where are you?'
You turn on your location sending it to him and continue your meal. Knowing John was on his way probably ready to blow a gasket.
There John finally walked in in under 15 minutes, In only his night pants and a wife beater on completely confused and clearly half conscious. Looking to you incredibly confused.
"The Fuck Darling-"
"Hey Baby"
John rubbed his face with a sigh. Walking over as he glanced around seeing the less then enthusiastic staff as they eyed him down then looked at you. Prompting you to give a thumbs up to them-
Sliding in the booth across from you he raises an eyebrow at the box of butter.
"Noticed we were a bit short on butter Luv"
You flip him off as you open another packet making him laugh. The same waitress as before walked over setting down your second order of waffles, eggs and bacon which you started to form into a sandwich, Looking to John with that same bored expression.
"What do ya want?"
He blinked at her a bit surprised.
"Just a coffee please.."
She nods and walks off quick, annoyed as she shoves the booklet back in her pocket. John seemingly almost confused- Clearly having been used to the plastic overly nice customer service here in the states.
He yawned scratching his muttonchop gently watching as you bite into your Waffle breakfast sandwich with delight.
"Happy there?"
"Absolutely- And I'm taking the butter box, I can take the butter box right?"
You call out to the waitstaff, getting a thumbs up which made you grin.
As if the universe wished to bless you for your suffering you see two incredibly drunk individuals stumble in- Yelling and already being annoying as shit.
Oh this was gonna be fun-
The drunk assholes began to yell, causing a ruckess as they moved to the open counter. Clearing trying to pick a fight-
John frowning deeply as he squared his shoulders as he moved to full Captian position.
Howevet you reach up and stop him shaking your head as he slowly sat back down incredibly confused by why you were telling him not to interven.
The waitress from before moved over setting down John's coffee before marching over to the individuals telling them to get out.
It took only 2.1 seconds before all hell broke loose...
John slowly slid his coffee over to himself as he sat there and watched slack jaw as the almost 'nice' waitress that had brought him his coffee have a screaming match with the guys and go as far as throwing a plate on the ground infront of them- The chef from before pointing a knife and just essentially a fight breaking out of beautiful proportions.
John slowly looking to you as you seemed unfazed by this- It dawning on him that this was clearly Normal?
Price who gives his child bubble beards every bath time so they can match, except the soap suds accidentally get in their eyes and irritate them so he's stuck with a screaming child.
Kyle who tries out the milkshake his child made only to realize they made it using expired milk, hopefully they did that unintentionally..
Simon who walks to each door in the neighborhood with his daughter to help her sell girl scout cookies..he's in full attire too.
Soap who occasionally rides around the neighborhood on a hyperfeminine tandem bicycle, like I'm talking frilly laces and ribbons, in a matching unicorn onesie with his little girl riding behind. (Scotland's national animal woooo!!)
thinking about the 141 as daddies of babies with afro hair 🙂↕️
Gaz would know the basics, naturally, and would take the extra time to make sure his babies always have their hair right. he reminds them how beautiful their hair is and how important it is to take the extra time and care to keep it healthy. if you’re not used to caring for their hair type, he’s very patient in teaching you the basics and hypes you up every time you do their hair on your own.
Price would shyly stumble into a black salon and ask for tips and tutorials on how to care for his children’s hair. he’d make sure he had all the right tools, products, accessories, etc. and make sure he knows how to use them. he does a piss poor job at styling it, and you always end up having to fix it anyway, but at least he tries.
Soap goes all in. he has his babies sat in front of him, and a youtube tutorial in front of them both, and he’s putting in the work. tongue sticking out as he braids and twists and, surprisingly, it turns out better than anyone expected— except him. he was confident from the get go. now it’s your turn, bonnie; boho braids or knotless box braids? i saw a lass earlier with her hair like this—
Ghost is standing by the shampoo bowl, arms crossed, at his children’s biweekly hair appointment telling the hairdresser that money is no object, just make his babies happy. he’s stocking up on bonnets, silk pillow cases, whateverthefuck that is that makes their hair smell so good and makes his li’l girl’s curls look shiny, the way she likes. he has their ipads charged up for their long appointments and is going in and out of the salon to fetch various snacks and drinks for the kids and the hairstylists taking care of them.
something about the big burly men of the 141 braiding their daughter's hair even if they have no idea what they're doing :")
price: "goddamn it, not again" lowkey getting very frustrated with himself because it wasn't turning out the way he wants it to be and he was ready to quit, to put a headband on and call it a day. but one look from her little face had him rewinding the video, sighing softly as he tried again. he's already run the brush through her hair gently for the umpteenth time, causing her to grumble and wanting to go play instead. but he holds her back carefully, determined to make her braids the prettiest anyone has ever seen. the hair band between his lips, brows furrowed looking to and fro from the video and then back at the hair between his hands
"just a second, honey" it's loose and he doesn't know how to tighten it but he's determined. absolutely nobody is moving an inch until he perfects that braid. his back is curved uncomfortably and he's definitely going to get neck pain from craning down to get the best access to her head but he does finally manage to get it accurate. it only took ages but he's very proud of himself :") takes a sweet little selfie with her in his arms to send to you and makes it his lockscreen. he mightve conquered many enemies but his biggest one till date was tackling his daughter's hair, all completely worth it for how happy she is
simon: "this bit.... goes underneath right? over the top, underneath the side, down back under.... piece of cake, sweetheart" simon is a dedicated man, his tongue peeking out from his lips as he tried his very hardest to memorise what he had learnt from a youtube video. his daughter sat between his thighs, his big fingers working her hair very delicately in order not to pull on any strands. he has the hair grips secured between his lips, eyes narrowed very carefully as he braids her hair trying to get all of the hair. he is a man on a mission and he will carry out the task to the best of his ability. the stares from his little girl didn't help either, was positive he felt sweat beading down his forehead and back. she really was his child with that judgemental look
"bloody hell, that took it out of me" he finally lets out a relieved sigh at his masterpiece, there might be a few strands sticking out and the braid might look a little lopsided but it's unique 🤭 he didn't even have time to grab his phone, to send you a picture only to have his daughter shake her head once, causing the braid to tumble down and his face like 👁👄👁
gaz: "keep your head straight okay, honey?" this mans should def open a hair place, he's already mastered the technique of braiding from his mum especially because his hair type is different and requires a certain amount of care. so he knows exactly how to braid, call it his secret talent ;) lowkey finds it therapeutic and will 100% decorates his girl's hair with different clips and grips, whatever her little heart desires. he loves brushing his fingers through her locks and he always manages to get the parting accurate on the first time. which saves a ton of tantrums on her end. absolutely gets matching braids with his girl, she gets to stick the cute little clips and he loves how happy she gets
"my beautiful girl" best believe he's whipping out the camera to take pictures of her hair and send it to you, marvelling at how gorgeous she looks. he's all smug when she wants to come to him for her hair but it definitely bites him back in the ass when he's half dressed needing to leave the house in five minutes to head to base. only to be tugged by his child by his wrist to have her hair braided in that specific way she loves and she's two seconds away from a meltdown
soap: "christ sake, why would they add so many pieces?" johnny definitely underestimated himself, he didn't mean to blow his own horn but now that he has, he doesn't not accept defeat easily at all. will memorise that youtube video back to front, his daughter seated in his lap both of the criss crossed as he works delicately. his face set intently, eyes slightly narrowed as he braids. he's confused by the movement but gets the hang of it after a while and then it's like second nature, he's so happy with himself.
"look at you, my little lass. such a beauty" his little girl perched in his lap as he tightens the braided pony tails, gushing at how cute she is and how perfect the braids he had done on her hair came out. will 100% parade her around so everyone can see how perfect his braids are but no touching his little girl or her hair at all, under any circumstances <3
Hi! I keep seeing price or ghost with their son's and they have a relationship like this! Lol
Obviously, they'd never say the "n-word" so just ignore that part lool. But i thought this was so funny, I cant help but imagine they have some mischievous twins 😭😂
I gotta know- what kinds of plushies do u think each of the 141 boys would give kid!reader? The little one needs some snuggly reminders of all their papas whenever they’re away on a mission and cant be there in person 🥺
