𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ( '𝐃𝐀𝐃!𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒' ) ⋆ — ── chris’s daughter calls you mama instead of her actual mother. tw: nothing but fluff . . ࿔⋆˚♪‧₊˚꩜｡
it’s currently 7:28pm on thursday night and chris is getting his daughter ready for pre-school the next day.
“dada?” the little girl babbles whilst playing with the soap bar behind her.
“what baby?” he says, putting the shampoo in her hair and spreading it all around.
“where’s mama?”
chris was dreading this question. chris and his baby mama have been broken up for the entire time adessa has been born. he has been trying to avoid this question for years.
chris and his baby mama broke up due to her love for partying and drinking. not being involved in the childs life at all. but chris has been an amazing father to her even though her mother is no where to be found.
“i don’t know where mama is,” he answers honestly, he face dropping a bit before he sees her face light up and giggle.
“you know where mama is! shes here all the time!” and then it hit him. she wasn’t talking about her actual biological mother, she was talking about chris’s girlfriend and that so happened to be you.
“you’re right! i was just playing baby, mama’s at work. she’ll be back soon.” he said, grabbing the cup, filling it with water, and pouring it on the girls head. she pouts at that.
“dada! no water in face!” she crosses her arms and splashes a little.
“okay i’m sorry! we gotta get this out your hair tho,” he runs water over the top of her head.
“i miss mama.” adessa says, grabbing her barbies and fiddling with it.
“i miss mama too babe,” by some miracle as soon as he said that, you opened the front door. with three bags full of groceries. you set them on the counter along with your work bag, threw your shoes off and went upstairs to find chris and adessa.
you opened the door to see, surprisingly, an un-drenched chris and his daughter.
“mama!” she says standing up. chris wraps a towel around her and he waddles off in your direction. “hi ‘dess. how was today with dada?”
“so much fun! we ate popsicles and danced and he even played barbies with me!” she shrieks.
“he even played barbie’s with you? wow, dada must be so much better than mama,” you look at chris with a smug look.
“no ones better than mama,” she hugs you. “can i put clothes on now dada?”
you look at chris and he takes adessa from you and kisses your cheek. “i’ll get her dresses then i’ll come back down.”
your standing in the kitchen getting dinner ready when you feel a pair of hands wrap around your hips and a head on your shoulder. “hi chris,”
“dess is right, we did miss mama today.” you playfully roll your eyes.
“can you miss me and not suffocate me at the same time?” you giggle.
“nope!” he looks at you from the side, kisses your cheek, and then walks away to see what his daughter is doing.
a/n: dad!matt and dad!chris are my absolute favs 💖
"thank God my son an aquamini, he was way too close to a pisces"
he dresses nice for special events
it’s your son’s kindergarten graduation and your in the audience, knee bouncing slightly as you hope for the best.
your little boy is sat on stage, towards the back where he likes it with his little suit on and he’s staring around as the last few parents walk in to take their seats.
you know he’s worried. he’s not used to seeing you and his father in the same room and he’s probably busy wondering if Chris will even turn up.
meanwhile, you’re hoping that if he does turn up, he looks presentable. like a proud dad and not a drug dealer. mid-thought you see a smile grow on his little face, one front tooth missing.
you turn around to see Chris, walking through the doors, last of course. like father like son. he’s in a black suit with a white dress shirt and his appearance… doesn’t disappoint.
he takes a seat next to you, smelling less like blunts and more like cologne. expensive, almost toxic. you stare for a second before he speaks. “this thing gonna last long?”
you scoff and shake your head. “no. is that all you have to say?”
“… you look good.”
you look away, but secretly, your heart picks up pace in the slightest. a teacher’s voice plays out of the speakers, the woman in front of the microphone introducing the ceremony.
eventually she reaches your son. calling out his name happily. the small boy walks out onto the front of the stage and you’ve never seen him happier.
this is his first time watching his parents sit next to each other. no arguing. no awkward avoidance. just pure pride. a middle ground found in the life of their kid. something they’ll always share.
he FaceTimes you when he’s away to talk to his boy
it was fucking hot. and your son had been running around and making noise all day. you knew he got overstimulated in the heat, and he had to get it out somehow.
but it was proving to be increasingly difficult not to lock yourself in the bathroom with a cold glass of champagne until he calmed down.
he was doing rollie pollies on the sofa next to you when Chris picked up your call. the ac was on high in the background and he was in a dark hoodie, looking high out of his mind. and sounding it too when he first spoke. “sup? fuck is all that noise?”
you panned the phone so your kid was in the frame, trying to get his own foot in his mouth. Chris whispered ‘the hell?’ to himself before getting closer to his phone. “hey, kid. what are you doing?”
your son paused halfway through biting his big toe. his eyes found his dad’s face. bright blues staring back at brighter blues. he giggled. “da—dadda.”
his dad nodded, narrowing his eyes. “don’t eat yourself just cause you can’t bite your mama anymore.” you gasped, left completely speechless. even more lost for words when your son nodded and sat back against the cushions, now playing with the tv remote.
quietly.
“thank you.” you whispered.
“mhm.” Chris hummed before hitting. “don’t call me again though.” was his last remark. while blowing smoke out of his lips, he hung up.
he lets his son be himself
your son was born shy. always covering his face, hiding behind your legs, not saying much when family members played with him. in one way, he was nothing like his dad.
on the odd occasion that Chris took him to the park, he refused to play with any other kids. he just sat on the grass in front of the bench where his father was and played with the grass, picking up lady birds on his fingers and messing with Chris’ shoelaces.
surprisingly, it didn’t bother Chris. he was more pissed that the park was so boring. so he leaned down, pulling his kid’s beanie back over his head in the cold and suggested something else. “wanna get ice cream and call it quits?”
the cherry-cheeked boy agreed, pushing himself off the ground and taking Chris’ hand as they made their way to the ice cream van.
and he didn’t know it yet, but Chris’ acceptance would be the difference between a kid with past worries and a perfectly self-appreciative adult in the future.
not forcing his kid to doubt his decisions would make him happier in the long run. and he’d find friends eventually, but now wasn’t the time. and that was alright.
oh, and he gifts you condoms for your birthday
“because nobody other than me is putting a kid in you. if you’re carrying anything for nine months it’s my doing.”
— Chris
first fic back. the song above is 4X4. trynna take it easy on here but you will start seeing more of me again. and I missed all of you. new au btw. send in ASKSSS.
„You don’t know how much I love you“ Chris says while running his hand over your stomach and placing the other one on your shoulder, using his thumb to slightly massage your neck.
„I do Chris, I know you love me very much. And I love you even more“ you answer while letting out a little laugh mixed with a exhausted sigh.
„Not even possible“ he argues back.
You shift under the blanket, trying to find a comfortable position. “Ugh. I swear, she’s using my bladder as a trampoline.”
Chris turns his head toward you, smirking in the dark. “Maybe she’s just training to be an Olympic gymnast. Gotta start early, right?”
You glare playfully at him. “If she doesn’t come out doing backflips, I’ll be shocked.”
He laughs, then scoots closer, resting his palm gently on your bump. “Hey… be nice to your mama in there, okay? She’s doing all the hard work.”
You roll your eyes, though the smile on your face betrays you. “Hard work? You mean growing a tiny human while being kicked from the inside out and getting zero sleep?”
Chris leans in and kisses your cheek. “Exactly that. And somehow still managing to look hot af while doing it.”
You snort. “You’re just saying that because I’m hormonal and you fear for your life“
He raises an eyebrow. “I say it because it’s true. The fear is just a bonus.”
You laugh, and for a moment the weight of everything, the discomfort, the nerves, the upcoming chaos, feels a little lighter.
Then he rests his forehead against yours, his voice softer now. “You’re gonna be such a good mom. I can’t wait to see it.”
── ★ ˙🍓 ̟ !! 🤎
A/n: I hate the thought of being pregnant, I don’t want kids and I‘d rather take six shots in my leg then have kids but have fun with ts ♱
~I feel like Chris is such an ice cream dad. He always puts his daughter first always no matter what, so when she just won an award at school—it’s a nice sunny day or cool winter one then there is ice cream bought.
~The ice cream he got for himself would be devoured because his daughter would wanna taste her dads before her own just to see what it’s like—Chris definitely doesn’t mind simply because he wants her to get whatever makes her happy.
~Girl dad!Chris who always keeps cards his daughter gets for him. I feel like Chris would even help her write a card for his birthday because he knows how important it is to the girl to give something to him.
~Chris’s wife would always take silly pictures of him posing with the cards/card to look back on later.
~whenever Marylou and Jimmy send over old holiday and birthday cards they may have of Chris then Chris’s daughter makes it a mission to collect and even start her own tradition of them.
I feel like Chris is very very careful and gentle with his daughter. I’m aware that everyone has their opinions on how each boy would be as a dad but for me I definitely see Chris being that dad that casually wears bracelets his toddler daughter made him, always carrying her tiny bags, helping her with her math even if he sucks at it because it makes his daughter laugh to see Chris get things wrong so he keeps doing it—he loves seeing that smile. Chris would also not be too big on discipline I feel. Yes of course he will set rules but I don’t think he’d be the type to like get physical and discipline because I don’t think any of the boys would(i don’t believe in that myself) but he would take away her phone most likely if she’s misbehaving a little too much. Even then I feel like it would be in a joking manner which would make the two laugh and Chris’s daughter would apologize and he would give the phone back instantly.
Nash Grier a youtuber I watched since I was 11 reminds me of how Chris would be with his family. Chris is so strong willed and mentally stronger than I feel like anyone realizes or expects so when there’s hardships, you can almost guarantee that he’s gonna find a solution before his daughter is aware of it. This plays into him being the youngest triplet I feel—like i’m the youngest child myself, I understand and am completely aware of how much we strive to stick up for and defend our siblings. Now imagine Chris has his own family—his baby girl who is having trouble even if it just as simple as a splinter or paper cut, though those aren’t simple tbh—but Chris would literally go slow and help his daughter through the pain. He is so so giving it’s almost heartbreaking because he will feel as if he didn’t give enough or he hasn’t(it’s his own mind jumping to conclusions and overthinking) but with simple affirming from both wife and daughter—all these thoughts go away.
~Chris would give his daughter any pet she desired(within reason of course).
~Chris’s wife and daughter would both plan days to surprise him where they can all go look at the kittens or dogs—maybe even bunnies.
~Even if there is a mess that’s made by the pet, Chris doesn’t make his daughter clean it—he instead teaches her what to do
~With choosing a name for their pet, Chris wouod leave that up to his angel daughter. He teaches her that a name given is something special—Chris indeed looks for the most meaningful and beautiful things in life. Once the name is chosen Chris may go as far as to getting name plates and things made for his daughter’s pet so it feels even more included.
~When it’s nighttime there’s a routine that Chris has with his family, after his wife is done with doing her night routine with their daughter then she sends her to Chris.
~Chris is definitely a storybook reader. At times the stories become even more interesting to him than her and as his daughter is giggling at her dad’s reaction to certain things—she slowly falls alsleep knowing she’s in safe hands.
~Chris owns matching pj’s with his daughter
~Chris’s daughter gets to stay up late sometimes to watch old disney movies with him(even a more mature movie but nothing too crazy)
in conclusion: Chris is a good fucking dad(will be)
┈➤ chris takes you && your daughter shopping, not realising how tiring it would be
❦︎ chris && fem!reader
ⓘ fluff. daughter is named ‘edith’. claire’s is a children’s shop, i don’t know if there’s a claire’s in the us or anything 😓. blurb. not proofread. nnn day two. lmk if more
chris is knackered to say the least. he’s been shopping with you before, and edith, but not the both of you together. it’s been almost two hours and your squeaky, bubbly, nearly four year old seems to require ‘pink hair clips with flowers’ in order to function properly.
approaching claire’s, little edith gazes up at the bright purple banner with the classic, clean, white ‘claire’s’ written on it in awe, like she’d never seen something to magnificent. you give chris a look of ‘oh god,’ with a subtle grin, to which he returns a stretched out, dread filled groan. it was adorable to see how fascinating your little girl was by the cleverly placed rotating jewellery racks were, perfectly designed to captivate a little child’s interest, but sometimes you wished you could just place a screen in front of the shop before she could notice it.
“mama, mama! look— there’s m’clips!!” she exclaimed with glee, skipping hurriedly up to the shop. “slow down, edie, no running in shops,” you chuckle softly, gently tapping her shoulder to get her attention. her delicate face drops, a bratty pout forming, eyebrows furrowed with her arms furiously crossed like you’d just told her she could go in but not get anything simply because you didn’t feel like it.
but as your eyebrows raise expectantly and chris speaks “edie, if mommy says no running, then no running.” She bursts into fake tears, sobbing dramatically while flopping onto the floor like a doll.
“no clips then,” you shrug, silently praying she’d halt her tantrum in the middle of the hall.
after a few protests, she finally stops sobbing—in a matter of seconds when she decides it’s just not working. so she resorts to her best puppy eyes, choosing to look up at you instead of chris, since she has higher chances of persuading you than chris. “please can i hav’ pink clips, mommy?”
“are you gonna be good?”
she nods eagerly when a smile grows on your face.
walking out of claire’s, you and chris approach a bench, chris tugging you over by the waist while you tug edith along whilst her tiny fingers wrap around yours. chris sits down, resting the multiple bags of clothing, jewellery, perfume, cologne, and more you all bought—and you did offer to pay for multiple items but swiftly shut that idea down the second chris warned you with a stern glance.
he finally gets himself in a somewhat pleasant position , despite how uncomfortable the old, worn out, wooden benches were. reaching out for your hand, he’s sets you down on his thigh, thumb rubbing against your hip when his fingers mould against your waist, his head dropping back and taking the weight off his neck as it rests against the wood.
“thank you, baby, i really appreciate you doing all this with and for us.” you press a soft kiss to his lips, despite his body being extremely tired, his mouth wasn’t—his lips crashing against yours like they were fire and yours were a fire blanket, tugging your lip between his teeth jokingly as he prods his tongue between your lips. kissing him once more, before he began getting too explicit for the public to see, you press a finger to his lips. expecting a mature response, you’re shocked when he juts his lip out, narrowing his eyes.
“not you too,” you groan before chris chuckles, then you’re interrupted by the words you dread hearing; “daddy, can i get one more thing before we go?” twirling her hair innocently. and of course he’d say yes, so off you all went again.
but then you eventually went home, everyone pleased with their shop and edith temporarily distracted so you and chris could relax.
a/n— that photo of chris is so dad!chris idk why,, anyway yes i was meant to post this a few days ago. but lowkey cute idea?
Pairing: dad!chris x teacher!afab!reader, friends to lovers, nonidol!au
Synopsis: Go ahead and cry, little girl, Nobody does it like you do, I know how much it matters to you, I know that you got daddy issues, And if you were my little girl, I'd do whatever I could do, I'd run away and hide with you
Warnings: domestic fluff, angst, tears and all, references to the neighborhood, ft. 2racha, lemme know if I've missed something
A/n: the neighborhood. They did this to me. Reader isn't going to be mentioned on the story a lot...well at least in this first chapter. I swear I got carried away with this I didn't mean for it to be this long 😔 it wasn't even meant to be a chapter like story...
next...
She wasn’t his. A constant reminder that knocked at the back of his mind.
Chris wasn’t the kind of man to complain over every small detail. Life had handed him its fair share of punches, and he’d taken his fair share without even flinching or losing the warmth in his heart. Anyone who saw him on the outside would think of him as the one that had everything good happening to him. But on the inside, the scars remained- ugly and tender. Before it all turned grey, he was actually living the life. A newlywed with a beautiful baby three months in the making. Victoria, his now ex-wife was an extravagant person and Chris knew that but she still had other loveable qualities which he doted on. Come five years down the line, and the secrets began to come to light.
Victoria had always wanted more. More money, more status, more luxury. She knew Chris had all of that so she just decided to play along with his domestic loveable fantasies. And Chris had known this about her from the start, but he had convinced himself that love would be enough. That their little circle-just him, Victoria, and their now four-year-old daughter, Mia-would be enough.
He was wrong.
It started with the late nights out, business dinners and events with people whose names Chris never recognized. Which Chris saw as karma for constantly keeping his late nights at work too but she always came back with excuses that didn’t really add up but then again, he pushed it aside, to exhausted from his own work and raising Mia to argue. Then it was her appearance. Disheveled hair, messed up make up, hickeys? Sure, he’s been lacking in being the romantic husband but he didn’t remember giving her any of those.
“Can we talk, baby?” he had tried to ask her one evening, when he put Mia to bed. They were in their shared bedroom which was beginning to feel lonelier by the week. Victoria sat at her vanity, in pristine white doing her night routine. “About?” she responded flatly.
“U-us,” he takes off his shirt and folds it neatly. “Am I not making you feel good anymore?” she paused, looked at him through the mirror and chuckled “What’s making you say that, Chris?”
“You’ve got marks. And I haven’t given you any…”
She applied cream under her eyes. “isn’t that supposed to make you feel bad?” he gave a tight-lipped expression “Baby,” he walked over to her. “I-I know I haven’t been as romantic as I was before and that’s on me. But it’s making me feel uncomfortable that I’m seeing this and that it wasn’t me who- “
Victoria sighed, setting down the jar of cream with an exasperated clink. She turned in her chair, crossing her legs as she reagree Chris with an almost amused expression.
“You’re being dramatic,” she said cooly. “It’s just a few marks. Why does it matter where they came from?” Chris felt his stomach twist. “Because I love you. because I-”
“Love isn’t enough, Chris,” she interrupted, her tone sharp. “You think just because you get to come home every night and kiss Mia goodnight it’ll make me so obsessed with you that I’d forget my own needs?” his brows furrowed as he plopped himself on the edge of the bed. “I-I don’t understand…” Victoria rolled her eyes. “It’s not just about her, Chris. I have needs too. I need just as much excitement and love as Mia gets. I need passion, I need to be with someone who treats me like I deserve to be loved not like another chore at the end of the day.” Chris felt something crack inside his chest. “A chore?” He echoed, voice above a whisper. Isn’t that what she made him feel like? Barely giving him any breathing space with all the ‘don’t forget to pick these up at the store’, or ‘I can’t make it blah blah blah I have an appointment’ and all the other useless excuses he carried on his shoulder.
“And Mia? What does she need. What does she deserve?”
“Don’t start that. She deserves stability. You work all the time too and I’ve told you timelessly that you can’t be keeping your late schedule when we have her to think about. Look, the difference between us is just that I’ve found a way to make it work for me. To balance you and my…real needs.”
Realization dawned like a cold slap to the face. “There’s someone else.” She didn’t deny it. Didn’t. Even. Flinch. Victora turned back to the mirror, picking up her cream again as if the conversation had already ended in her mind. “You don’t have to worry about me, baby. I can take care of myself and leave. We’ll file for divorce. And I’ll take Mia.” He couldn’t even understand her anymore. She just wants to leave? She’s not going to hear his side of the story? Taking his baby girl?! His eyes shot up. “Like hell you will.” Chris rarely raised his voice at her before, but that night, the betrayal shattered something inside him. “So that’s it? You’re walking away from your family for a supposedly bigger paycheck?”
Her eyes still focused on her reflection she spoke, “This is a blessing in disguise, Chris. Take it or leave it.”
And that was when the real war began.
The woman had connections, the bitch. Lawyers who knew how to twist the narrative. Chris worked long hours making him ‘too busy’ to be a full-time parent. He didn’t come from money making him ‘unstable’ compared to Victoria’s new fiancé- a wealthy, well-respected businessman. The court never even asked who Mia wanted to stay with. Despite everything Chris fought. Hard. But the corrupt system wasn’t built to favor fathers like him. In the saddening end, Victoria was granted full custody. He was left with weekends and whatever stolen moments he could manage. Innocent Mia had sobbed in his arms the first time she had to leave. Chris had nearly broken down right there with her. She couldn’t understand it all but what she did know was that being with her father was never enough. He was so close yet so far away.
At the time Chris didn’t have a lot of people to lean on, but if there were two people who saw everything from the beginning, it was Changbin and Jisung. They saw it all. They were the ones who stayed- when everyone whispered about how he should’ve seen it coming or how maybe he just wasn’t enough. Changbin was the first to throw a punch when some asshole had the nerve to call Chris pathetic for loving someone who was visibly used him. Jisung had been the one to show up at his doorstep at 3 A.M., with food, refusing to leave until Chris had at least eaten something. Now, they were the ones who made sure Mia had people who truly adored her and treated her like family, even when her mother made her feel like a second thought.
-
The school bell echoed through the courtyard, signaling freedom for dozens of gleeful kids. Chris leaned against his car, scanning the crowd until his eyes landed on her- Mia, sprinting towards him with wild abandon, her backpack bouncing on her shoulders.
“Daddy!” She screamed, her face lighting like the sun. Chris opened his arms just in time for her to crash into him. He lifted her off the ground spinning her around as pure joy surged through him.
Mia’s eyes sparkled as she hugged him tight. “Can we get ice cream before dinner tonight?” he chuckled. “Ice cream before dinner? That sounds like trouble, baby.” “Please?” she begged, tilting her head in that way that always melted him. He sighed dramatically. “Anything for my babygirl.”
Chris’ apartment wasn’t grand. Well not as grand as the one he used to have with his ex-wife. But it was warm. Lived-in. The type of place where every corner held memories- some old some new, most centered around Mia, of course. Mia’s drawings were taped to the fridge, stick figures holding hands with big smiles and a sun in the constant corner that shone too brightly. Tiny pink socks and stuffed animals littered the couch, evidence of the weekend play sessions that always ended with Mia curled up against his side, fighting sleep just to stay up a little longer with him.
When she was with him, Chris was dad in every sense of the word. He cooked her meals even when they turned out slightly burnt, he helped her with homework (which explaining to her sometimes confused him in the process). When it came to bedtime stories, he helped her pick them out and carried her to the bed when she fell asleep mid-play. Some Saturdays he would take her to the studio and sometimes it was unavoidable. Mia was always curious about her dad’s job. Plus, she vaguely remembers that she used to see him working with different genres of people when she was younger, back when she had more than weekends with him.
So, after stopping for her favorite snack on a Saturday morning, they arrived at the studio. When they walked in, Mia’s eyes widened as she took everything in. tiny sparks of color filled the faint memories of this place in her mind. The soundproof walls, the scattered yet arranged equipment, the glowing computer screens displaying colorful waveforms. “Woah…” She bounced forward, her tiny hands gripping her bunny in its ears. Chris smiled watching her.
“Cool, yeah?” Chris ruffled before guiding her to the main recording room. “Come on, I’ll show you where the chaos happens.” Before they could go any further, a familiar voice called out.
“Yaa! Is that my favorite troublemaker?!” Mia’s face lit up instantly as Changbin appeared from one of the side rooms, arms spread wide. “Uncle Binnie!” she squealed, running to him without hesitation. Chris barely had time before she leapt into Changbin’s arms, giggling as he spun her around. “Look at you, getting so big! What happened to tiny Mia I used to know?”
“I’m still tiny,” she giggled. “I dunno…you’re almost as big as your dad now,” He teased, shooting the other man a smirk. Chris rolled his eyes. “Funny.” They got in to the studio together. Chris dropped Mia’s backpack on the couch at the end of the room, as Changbin sat her on his lap.
“Where’s J. One?” he asked. As if on cue the door opened with Jisung walking in, coffee in hand. His eyes darted straight to the tiny person on Changbin’s lap, playfully blinking in disbelief. “No way. Is that my Mia?”
Mia gasped. “Uncle ‘Sung!” she wriggled out of the other’s arms and ran straight for Jisung who caught her one-handed with ease, throwing her into his arms. “Daang, I haven’t seen you in forever!” he said dramatically, pretending to stagger under her weight. “You sure you’re not twenty now?” she squeaked, hitting his shoulder “I’m six!”
“Six? No way. You’re lying,” he teased dropping her.
Chris shook his head, watching as they fell into playful banter. Mia looked genuinely happy, completely forgetting about everything else. And it made Chris forget about everything to for a while. At least on most Saturdays.
-
Sundays were the worst. For both of them. Sunday nights felt like losing her all over again. Chris never liked to bring up Victoria unless Mia did first. He knew better than to talk shit about her mother in front of her, no matter how much resentment he held. She was too young to understand the full extent of what happened, and he didn’t want her carrying the weight of their broken marriage. But sometimes, she asked questions. And those were the hard moments.
After dinner one Sunday, with Mia’s bags packed and toys arranged, Chris was brushing her hair. She sat on the couch, the bunny clutched to her chest. She had been quiet. They were always strangely quiet on Sunday nights. He didn’t push, but Mia always spoke when she was ready. Mr. Bean played softly on the TV in the background when she finally spoke.
“Do you like Mr. Dlyan?”. He froze, his hands pausing mid-stroke. That was the name of Victoria’s new husband. The one that seemed to have wider pockets according to her. He forced himself to keep his voice light. “Why do you ask, baby?”
Mia shrugged, kicking her feet. “Mommy says he’s nice. And that he takes good care of us.” “He’s mommy’s new husband, but you know that already.” He said carefully. “Do you like him?” she hesitated, her tiny fingers fiddling with the edge of her animal’s ear. “He buys me lots of toys,” she admitted. “And he says I can call him Dad if I want to.” His grip on the brush tightened. He took a slow breath, forcing down the lump in his throat.
“And do you want to?”
She looked up at him then, big, honest eyes searching his face. “No.”
Relief washed over him so quickly it made him feel guilty. He cleared his throat and set the brush down, gently pulling her into his lap. “Mia, listen to me,” he said softly. “You can call him whatever makes you comfortable. But just because mommy married someone else doesn’t make me any less of a father. Especially your father. That will never change. Okay?”
Mia nodded, gripping his shirt. “I don’t want him to be my dad. I already have one.” He smiled pressing a kiss to her head. “That’s right, baby. You do.” She snuggled closer. “But mommy says I should be happy with him. That its better this way.”
Chris shut his eyes for a moment, trying to gather his emotions before they could break through. He hated the idea of Mia feeling pressured, of her thinking she had to accept this new man as a father figure just to keep the peace. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, Mia,” he murmured. “You’re allowed to feel how you feel.”
She turned back to the tv. “But I want to be with you.” Chris held her a little tighter, kissing her forehead like he always did when the words I love you weren’t enough.
“Me too, baby. Me too.”
The sky was painted in muted hues of blue and orange, the sun seemed reluctant to set as Chris’s car idled in front of his ex-wife’s pristine suburban house. Mia sat in the backseat, silent, her small fingers anxiously twisting the strap of her backpack. Chris stole a glance at her through the rearview mirror, his chest tightening at the sight of her downcast face.
“We’re here, sweetheart,” he said softly, hating the weight of those words. Mia didn’t move. Her lips wobbled, and tears threatened to spill over her long lashes. Chris unbuckled his seatbelt and turned in his seat, reaching for her hand. “Hey,” he whispered, “It’s okay.” “It’s not okay,” she sniffled, her voice breaking. “I hate going back. Mommy doesn’t even talk to me ask, Daddy. She’s always busy with her friends and her phone! Its better being with you daddy! I don’t wanna go back!”
“I know it’s hard,” he murmured, cupping her cheek. “But you’ll be back with me on Friday. We'll do anything you want, yeah? Just you and me.” She tried to smile, but crumbled into tears. He couldn’t take it anymore. He unbuckled her seatbelt and pulled her into his arms, letting her cry against his shoulder. “It’s okay to cry, baby,” he whispered, his own voice thick. “But I promise- Daddy always comes back for you.” her fingers clutched his jacket like a lifeline. “I love you, Daddy.” She choked out.
“I love you too, Mia. So much.”
That was the loop. The constant loop that went on and on. Chris was so tired of it all.
Till you came in.
Gawddd I swear I didn't want it to be this long...this was prolly just like an intro ig...I don't know 😭
warnings: mentions of pregnancy, birth and postpartum depression.
summary: some fluffy chrismd girl dad headcanons.
notes: Life has been lifeing recently so my posts are annoyingly irregular but here’s this to hold you over until I get my shit together😫. Love ya girlys, missed uuu!!🫶🏼💞 (also thank you so much to anyone who sent in ideas, I appreciate you sm💅🏼)
• "A girl? Really?!" Was Chris' reaction when you told him the gender of your baby, the only reason you hadn't found out together was that the ultrasound technician had accidentally said 'she' during an appointment that Chris couldn't make it to. You weren't mad since everyone's human and she was extremely apologetic plus it was quite sweet telling Chris when no one else was around.
• After that day, you started putting together the nursery and every other time Chris went on a shoot that had Ethan, Danny or Simon on it he'd come back with a list of things that we needed to buy, which was actually very helpful since you had no idea you had to buy a baby bottle washer, cooler and warmer.
• Though you were having a girl she would definitely still be wearing the little arsenal jersey Chris had brought many months ago for announcing the news of your pregnancy to his friends (whose reactions were mostly shock and then extreme excitement).
• One night you and him sat in your baby's almost complete room. You were folding and organising the freshly washed little rompers and dresses while he built the comfortable nursing chair you'd bought. The room was completely silent but you were both so content, every other minute you'd glance over at each other and just smile. This was the life you'd always dreamed of... peaceful and happy.
• When you're little girl decided to make her arrival two weeks early while you were in the car on the way home from your parents house, Chris sped to the hospital, glancing over to you every few seconds. Though you were in pain Chris was way more stressed than you so you ended up reassuring him... "babe. Everything's fine, take a deep breath."
• It all ended up being absolutely fine. Though you got to the hospital within the skin of your teeth and she was born just fifteen minutes after you walked through the front doors, none of it mattered when your baby was placed on your chest.
• In the moment, when your baby girls cries filled the hospital room you looked over at Chris. His hand was holding yours tightly as tears streamed down his cheeks. Once his eyes met yours he smiled, leaned forward to press a kiss to your forehead and whispered, "you did so well. I'm so proud of you my love."
• The first few weeks were hard. You were so happy and grateful to have a healthy baby but you were absolutely exhausted.
• Chris would get up with you every. single. time. your alarm went off to feed Annabelle -which is what you decided her name should be- that helped a little since it ment you didn't feel so alone.
• Eventually, the doctor diagnosed you with postpartum depression. Chris was the one to sit you down and gently ask if the both of you should look into it, since he had noticed just how difficult you were finding everything. Which in the end run you were extremely grateful for.
• After some lifestyle changes and online appointments with a therapist each week you started to feel significantly better, thankfully you caught it early so you didn't fall deeper into the dark hole. Months later you felt like a new person, finally truly enjoying motherhood.
• "Babe?" You called groggily after waking up, realising you'd just had a full eight hours of uninterrupted sleep for the first time in... you couldn't remember actually. You got up to find Chris fast asleep in Annabelle's room on the rocking chair -clearly having taken the night shift as not to disturb you- while she also slept soundly in her cot. You smiled then left him to sleep. When he eventually got up and joined you on the couch you gave him the biggest hug and thanked him, he brushed it off as though it was nothing but you were so grateful that you had him.
• One day you sat in George and Arthur Hills apartment, the both of them meeting the baby for the first time and Chris was being extremely protective over your fragile little girl (which you weren't exactly mad about). "Wash your hands first!" "Hold her head properly!" He would instruct before adding a quiet "...please?" at the end.
• The dad jokes came in full force, he was constantly coming out with funny little one liners that always make you chuckle. A good example of one being when he said that Annabelle had more hair than Theo - which was even funnier because she actually had quite a lot of blonde hair, just like her dad.
• As soon as Annabelle could walk Chris was already -attempting to- teach her football and you would often find them sat together on the couch intently watching an arsenal game, which she surprisingly -but not so surprisingly- loved.
• "She's going to be in the big leagues one day," Chris quietly said into your ear with a proud smile as you watched your daughter play in her first actual football game at four years old. "She inherited your skills," you replied, your eyes admiring how happy she looked running around the pitch.
• "All done sweetheart." "Thank you daddy!" Annabelle beamed as she pulled the plat that Chris had just done for her to the front so she could admire it in the mirror. Minutes later she raced into the kitchen to show you. "Look mummy! Daddy did my hair!" Chris trailed behind her and you looked up at him in surprise. "It looks amazing sweetheart," you smiled at her before turning your attention to Chris, "when did you learn to do that?" "The other day. Watched a youtube video," he replied simply. "That's adorable." As if you couldn't love him more.
He gives of the kind of dad that can’t keep his hands of his wife for 5 minutes
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤPREGNANT * CHRIS STURNIOLO * BLURB
SUMMARY :: Chris being obsessed with his pregnant wife
FEATURING Chris Sturniolo x pregnant!reader
WARNINGS :: none
AUTHOR'S NOTE :: that is my work, I DON'T authorize any form of plagiarism; copy, "inspiration" or translation! | english isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.
Y/N stood in the kitchen, rummaging through the fridge in search of something to satisfy her late-night cravings. She was so focused on her task that she didn't hear Chris approach until his hands were on her hips, pulling her back against his chest.
"Hey there, gorgeous." He said, his voice low and husky. His hands moved to her belly, rubbing slow, sensual circles over her skin. "What are you looking for?"
"Just something to eat." She replied, leaning into his touch.
"Um, I can cook you something if you want?" Chris proposed, laying his head on Y/N's shoulder and burying his nose into her neck, breathing out the natural scent of her skin like an addicted man.
"No need, my love. I want something quick." She murmured, continuing to move the food on the cold shelves, searching for the one thing their bean wanted.
Chris hummed, his hands palming her 6-month-old belly, the fingers of his right hand roaming the covered skin while his left hand went down lightly, resting on her hip, squeezing the soft skin there.
"Need' to get you pregnant more times." The man whispered some seconds afted, roaming his touch as if he couldn't never get enough. His voice was husky against her ear. "M' obsessed with you like this, you know that?"
Y/N smiled at his comment, rolling her eyes amusedly. From the day she found out she was pregnant, Chris couldn't keep his hands off her, showing a new level of love and PDA. His brothers couldn't bear to see the youngest triplet running his hands over Y/N's body randomly throughout the days, as a mad man.
"I think this little bean has to be born first, Chrissy." Y/N murmured to her husband, giving up looking for the food her body was asking for, closing the refrigerator doors.
She moved into Chris's arms, turning around and facing him. As she adjusted herself so that her belly didn't leave them too far apart, her thigh brushed against something hard that she knew very well.
"Babe, are you hard right now?"
"Angel, you don't get it. I'm back to being a teenage boy after seeing you carrying our kid." Chris' eyes widened, emphasizing the fact that every time he even thought about his wife, his cock became hard rock within seconds.
"You are crazy." Y/N shook her head, letting out a laugh, but without disguising how the power she had over him, pregnant or not, made her just as turned on.
"For you? Always. Now, what do'y think about I satisfy that craving of yours?" He suggested, his hands roaming downwards to cup her ass. "You're so gorgeous, Y/N. I can't get enough of you."
