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i think we're alone now

dad!joe x mom!reader

summary; you two never have time together, so when the kids spend all day at a party with Joe's cast mates and fall asleep in the car, you're practically running to the bed

wc; 1.1k

warnings; mdni, smut, unprotected p in v (don't do it), oral (f! receiving), fingering, size difference?, size kink?, overstim, creampie, breeding kink, not proofread, porn with plot

notes; this sucked booty butt balls but I hope you enjoy<3

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you loved the way you're life was turning out. you had two beautiful daughters, lacy, who was three, and lizzie who was one, an amazing husband, and an amazing job. and joe loves his girls.

but with him being an actor and musician, and you being an interior designer, you never have much time alone. and since you never have time alone, you and joe never have time for sex anymore.

usually, you two just plop in bed and cuddle cause you're too exhausted to do anything other than fall asleep in each others arms.

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𝘑𝘰𝘦 𝘒𝘦𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘹 𝘧𝘦𝘮!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

WORD COUNT : 3.5K

Summary : A bad news ruins all your hope to build a family one day. But I guess, miracles can happen ?

Warnings : infertility; lots of crying; reader feeling guilty; angst ?; reader’s insecure; mention of sex; FLUFF; no use of y/n; (tell me if i missed some !!); possible grammatical errors

Lillie talks : Joe saying that he wants a family really inspired me for this one !! This is the longest fic i’ve ever wrote but I loved writing it so much and I apologise if i hurt one of you with this ! 💕

English is NOT my first language, sorry if i wrote wrong !! c:

When your gynecologist first told you that you were infertile your entire world fell apart. It was like everything you’d done in these past years would be for nothing. Your husband, Joe, and you worked hard every day just in the hope to start a family one day, just to be sure that you’ll always be financially stable for your kids to grow up healthy. This was all you cared about in your life, your only goal.

You’ll always remember that day, you were sitting in the doctor’s office, your legs were trembling lightly, because somehow you’re always stressed during a medical appointment and imagine the worst things that could happen in your head.

When the doctor entered the office with few papers in her hand, she had that same neutral expression she always wore, a professional one. But this time it felt different and you immediately felt it when she closed the door. The way her smile was slightly different from the usual. She sat down on her chair, swallowing hard and licking her lips before speaking.

“So,” she took a deep breath, “I don’t see anything different from the last few times we saw each other, and-”

You immediately cut her off because you didn’t really cared about what she had to say, you knew you were healthy and had no problem with your body. “Can we skip directly to what’s wrong ?” You said when your legs started to tremble a little more.

She paused and looked at you for a moment, not really sure how she was supposed to tell you this ‘cause she knew. She knew about your dream to become a mother one day and it broke her heart to announce you that, because you looked so excited about becoming one. So she took another deep breath and swallowed again.

“You’re infertile.” Simple, yet completely gut wrenching. At this moment you felt something in your chest, something really hurtful, something you’d never experienced before. It was like your literal heart had fallen to the floor and you weren’t sure if you were strong enough to pick it up back.

You couldn’t even remember what she said next, you simply looked right into her eyes, nodded slowly and replayed her words a thousand times in your head, while she kept talking and explaining things you didn’t care about. Because this one word was enough for you and you couldn’t hear more.

What were you supposed to tell Joe ? He was so excited about the idea of you two becoming a real family. You’d planned everything, their names, what you wanted them to look like, you told Joe that you wanted a little girl with his eyes and hair, and he told you that he didn’t care about the gender as long as they look just like you. The two kids you’d imagined were now just a forbidden dream.

“There’s still small chances for you to be pregnant, but it’s very rare.”

Small chances. Those two words gave you a little hope that maybe you’ll be part of those rare person who are able to have kids even with their disease. But still, small tears peaked at the corner of your eyes, what if you’re not part of these rare person, what if you really won’t be able to realize Joe’s dreams.

When you reached your car the salty tears finally fell down your cheeks. You sat inside of it for almost 30 minutes, hands firm on the steering wheel while hundreds of tears flowed down your face. You kept thinking about Joe, about your future. About the ugly drawings that could have been stuck to the refrigerator, the little shoes in front of the house next to Joe’s big one, or the late-night feedings. Your medical folder sat on the passenger seat, you glanced toward it for a moment causing a small sob to leave your mouth.

Outside your car, people continued living, a mother pushing a stroller passed by. She looked happy, she smiled to her baby. A small laugh that contained no humour escaped your lips before you cried harder again. Guilt settled inside you like a stone, because it was your fault, it was your body’s fault. And because of you Joe won’t be able to have the kids he dreamt about so many times, you suddenly took away the future he wanted and deserved.

After thinking about it for a long moment you finally started the engine and started driving back to your shared apartment. The drive was long, very long. You tried to stay focused on the road even with your blurry vision.

When you finally arrived home, your eyes burned from crying. The second you stepped out of the car your heartbeat fastened. You tried to find a way to announce him that but couldn’t find one. You tried to hide the fact that you were crying, but your eyes were red, your cheeks too and so was your nose, and you kept sniffing.

In the elevator you felt like your heart was going to explode. Your cheeks were full of dried tears. When the elevator reached your floor you stepped out and glanced at the door for a minute before finally deciding to go. You exhaled slowly before opening.

“Hey baby,” Joe said with a huge smile, already up from the couch, “how’s the appointment ?”

You slowly closed the door, swallowing hard before turning around to finally face him. His expression immediately shifted into concern the second he saw your red eyes. You felt the tears coming back.

“Hey, hey, what happened ?” He asked quietly, stepping forward while you tossed your purse aside. His arms wrapped around your waist and he pulled you against him. When your face was finally resting against his chest, you let out a breath you didn’t knew you were holding and started crying again.

Joe looked down at you, confused, then lift your chin to make you look at him.

“I’m so sorry.” You whispered between two sobs.

“For what ?” He asked still confused. His hand was now resting on your cheek, thumb brushing the tears away.

You sniffed quickly, “I’m infertile.” you said quietly, watching his expression shift. His hand moved to your hair as he exhaled slowly, pressed your head against his chest before leaning down to kiss on top of your head and inhale the scent of your hair.

“It’s okay,” He mumbled into your scalp, “there’s other ways to do it.”

“I’m so sorry, Joe.” You repeated in another sob.

“You don’t have to be, it’s not your fault..” He said quietly, closing his eyes and stroking your hair with his hand while tears still ran down your cheeks.

When you pulled back he took your hands in his and searched for your blurry eyes. “I know how much you wanted this.. and I just ruined everything.” You said, your voice cracking at almost every word before breaking again. He shook his head slowly, his hands moving to cup your face gently. “I can’t give you the family you wanted.” Your lips trembled.

“You are my family.” Joe said quietly, lifting your head up to make you look at him.

You began crying harder when he pulled you back against his chest, and you fell apart once again. Your hands clutched his shirt while his arms wrapped tightly around you. You could hear how fast his heart was beating.

“It’s gonna be hard,” he started, resting his cheek on your head, “really hard.. but someday we’ll figure out what comes next.”

“What if there’s nothing next ?” You sniffed.

“Then we’ll still have each other.”

You knew Joe was heartbroken but he didn’t show it, maybe it was a way to make you understand that this wasn’t your fault, and that things like that happens in life.

Because this is the whole point, life isn’t always full of highs, in fact, it mostly has lows. And those highs are what matter most. It could be moments you’ll never forget about or some good news you’ve been waiting for so long, but it always will be something that brings a smile to your face no matter the situation. Joe was your high.

Later that night, you sat in silence around the table. You barely ate the dinner Joe made, even though his cooking is your favorite. Sometimes you glanced at him. His eyes were focused on his plate, moving his fork between his food while he swallowed the ones he had in his mouth. He was thinking, about your future and the multiples ways you could have children. He glanced up at you when he felt you staring, your eyes quickly looked back down at your plate. Suddenly he reached for you hand across the table, squeezing it gently and drawing circles with his thumb. It was reassuring.

When you did the dishes after eating, you silently broke again. Tears fell down your cheeks again and you swallowed hard. You felt Joe’s hands sliding around your waist and hugging you tight against him. He left small open-mouthed kisses on your neck.

When you got comfortable in your bed, you couldn’t fall asleep. You kept thinking about it, replaying the words of your gynecologist a million times in your head. Small tears still fell down your cheeks and lend on your pillow. Joe on the other hand was sleeping very deeply.

For a whole hour you stared at the same dark spot in your room. “You' not sleepin' ?” Joe asked quietly turning around to wrap his arms around you.

“I can’t.” You whispered.

“You need to.” His face was buried in your neck.

“I know.”

You don’t remember at what point you fell asleep.

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The first month after the big news felt unreal. You were still proceeding the thing. You were grieving a dream that could never happen. Some days, you would wake up in the morning and forget. You’d stretched under your blanket and think about your day, before it would came back to your mind. You couldn’t walk through the baby aisle in the grocery store anymore. All those items staring at you like they were judging. One afternoon you found yourself staring at a display of baby clothes. Without realizing tears began rolling down your face. You were mourning someone that never even existed.

Joe only cried once in front of you. The day after telling him you found him sitting on the couch with a beer in his hand, in the middle of the night, as tears fell down his cheeks. You watched him wipe his eyes before taking a deep breath. When he turned his face and saw you, he forced a smile, sniffing. You approached him slowly and sat beside him. Your hand caressed his back before he reached for you and pulled you against him. He quietly fell apart in your arms, face buried in your neck. You watched him cry in your arms for a moment, before crying another time with him.

On the second month you somehow started to convince yourself that Joe deserved someone else, someone that could give him a child. He wasn’t the problem, you were. Joe could have babies, you couldn’t. One night you lay awake watching him sleep. His face looked peaceful when sleeping. You imagined what your kids could’ve looked like. You wondered if they would’ve looked just as peaceful as him while sleeping.

Eventually, you started pulling away from him. Not because you loved him less but because you loved him too much that you felt guilty. You stopped initiating kisses, stopped reaching for his hand and pulled away quickly when he hugged you. You thought you were protecting him from becoming more attached to someone who has ruined his dreams. Joe noticed, of course he did.

“Have I done something wrong ?” He asked one evening.

“No.” You looked down at your plate.

“You won’t let me touch you anymore.”

Your eyes burned, “I just..”

“You just what ?”

You took a deep breath before looking up at him, “You deserve better.” You finally admitted quietly.

The silence afterwards hurt more than anything, he looked at you like you’d spoken a language he’d never heard before. He shook his head, brows furrowed, “I don’t understand.”

You swallowed, “You deserve a wife who can give you children.”

His chair scrapped loudly across the floor as he stood, “I never asked you to give me children.”

“But you wanted them.” Your voice cracked.

“Yes.” He reached for your hand, “Yes I did.” He kneeled down beside you. “But I married you for the better and the worst. And this is the worst.” his voice cracked slightly, “But you know that it always was the better before this.” He took a deep breath, tears began falling down your face for the hundredth times, “What I’m trying to say is that we lived with it for years, and just knowing it can’t change everything between us. I don’t deserve another woman just because you’re not able to carry my child, just because we’re not able to accomplish one of our dream.”

He took your second hand in his, thumbs brushing your knuckles slowly, “You know some dreams are harder to achieve than others and that’s the whole point of life. Work hard for something you really want.” You watched him carefully, listening to everything he said. “I love you. I love you so much i’m ready to give away some of my dreams just to be with you.” A small smile appeared through your tears.

He reached up for you, crashing his lips on yours. It felt like he was kissing you for the first time ever. You smiled through the kiss as one his hand stroked your hair slowly. That night, after two month, you finally had sex with Joe again, and when you both came at the same time, you cried. You cried and smiled and kissed. He held you close all night, whispering sweet nothings as you slowly fell asleep in his arms. It was the first time in these two months that you really slept.

By the third month, you’ve finally started to accept it. Not completely, but enough for your life to feel like before. You laughed more, slept more and spent less time thinking about it. You rarely talked about it with Joe, instead you talked about work, about his next tour he couldn’t wait for to arrive, about the exciting news your boss told you. Your relationship now felt exactly the same as the very beginning of it, the conversation you had brought you closer. You had date nights at some fancy restaurants, you watched a lot of movies together. You did exactly what a husband and a wife should be doing.

By the starting of the fourth month, a huge fever kept you in bed for a week. Your head hurts, you coughed, you were exhausted and you had that pain in your stomach that not even pain meds could erase. Joe was worried, he made his best to take care of you. He came back home from the studio earlier just to make you dinner and help you get into the shower. Sometimes when you were too tired he even washed your back and hair. He cleaned the house, cleaned your clothes. He moved the appointment he had this weekend just to stay home with you.

“You should see a doctor.” He told you on Saturday night while laying in bed behind you, his arms wrapped around your waist.

You coughed quietly, “Yeah I should.”

“You want me to come with you.”

You smiled through your pain, “No, you don’t have to.”

“Okay.” He whispered into your ear.

On Monday you decided to listen to Joe, and go see a doctor. You were at the medical center around 9 a.m., you waited for about 20 minutes in the waiting room. When the doctor called your name, you stood up difficultly. In fact, a new pain had joined the other, a back pain that hit every time you stood up. The doctor examined you like always, usual things he did every time you came here. But this time he couldn’t really determined what you had, he hesitated between the flu, a cold, maybe bronchitis ? He didn’t knew. So he booked you an appointment for a blood test for this afternoon. He said that it was gonna help you know what you actually had.

So around 3 p.m. you got to the hospital, and waited for your turn again. The nurse called you and guided you to a quiet room, before starting to prepare the syringe. And after she’d punctured you she directly sent your blood to the laboratory. You waited for almost an hour, in the same room, for the results. When the nurse walked back in, she was smiling.

“I don’t see anything really wrong, you probably got the flu and maybe a little cold with that.” She stated with a little smile, you simply nodded. “But there’s nothing really severe that could put your baby in danger.”

Your face completely dropped, the polite smile you had on your face disappeared instantly, “What ?” You said barely above a whisper.

Her smile also faded slightly, “Oh. You didn’t knew ?” You shook your head slowly, your heart was beating so fast you were sure she could hear it, “Well, congratulations.” She said, her smile growing back.

You weren’t quite smiling yet, because you were scared. What if it didn’t last ? What if this ended before it truly began ? But your excitement took over you quickly and your vision started to get blurry. But this time not from sadness but happiness.

When you reached your car, you sat inside for a moment, replaying her words a thousand times in your head. Four months ago you were in this same parking lot, in your car, crying because someone had just ruined your dreams in one word, and today you were crying because an other person just revived it with one word too. You even pinched yourself to make sure you weren’t dreaming. You breathed in deeply before starting the engine to quickly go back home, eager to tell Joe.

You could already see him taking you in his arms and crying when he’ll realise that his dream is becoming true. But when you opened the door of your apartment, he wasn’t there, he’d left earlier this afternoon to go to the studio and you had no idea when he was going to be home.

You quickly got the idea to take a pregnancy test, just to make sure that this was real and that you weren’t imagining it. And when the result finally appeared, you cried again at the sight of that single word on a plastic thing : pregnant. You held it with a trembling hand, tears falling down your cheeks again, You jumped in the entire apartment and screamed.

You should’ve probably guessed it because of your menstruation. But you didn’t even realise that your period were late, your cycle had become unpredictable after all the stress the situation gave you. You couldn’t care less now, you had a baby growing in you. Your child, Joe’s child. Your dream, Joe’s dream.

You didn’t stopped crying for the rest of the afternoon. You watched tiktoks of babies, you searched up for baby’s clothes, already imagining it in your arms. You were still worried, actually more than ever, but you couldn’t help and imagined your future already.

When Joe walked through the door, he found you sitting on the couch, eyes swollen from crying. Worry immediately washed over his face as he crossed the room in few quick steps, he reached for you, taking your face in both his hands. “Hey, hey, what’s wrong ?”

You smiled through your tears that began to fall again as soon as you heard his keys. You couldn’t talk, you just handed him the test. He took it carefully, looked at it, then looked at you, then back at it. He stared for so long that you could see the realisation taking over his face.

“Is this.. or am I dreaming.” You slowly nodded, laughing quietly. He swallowed hard and took a deep breath. He was slowly processing it.

Your smile faded slowly when you didn’t saw him smile, “I’m worried too.” He glanced up at you, “I’m scared that i’ll loose the baby.”

He slowly nodded, finally sitting beside you. He took your hands in his, “I’m pretty sure that you’ll be good.. and that our baby,” he stopped and smiled, “will be good.” He finally wrapped his arms around you, pulling flush against him. “I love you, baby.” He whispered in your hair.

“I love you too, Joe.” You said quietly.

This night it was just you, Joe and your baby. Maybe tomorrow everything will change again, maybe it’ll happen in a month or two or six, but for tonight, you were pregnant. You carried your dream and that was all that matter. Maybe miracles can actually happens.

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⤷ black ! fem reader ℘ joe burrow ꒰ྀི১ ໒꒱ིྀ

✉︎ word count • approx. 2,000 to 2,300 words

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On Parenthood— A 'sub!joe' Collection

Domme and Joe aren't just tackling marriage anymore. A year married and their lives get turned upside down a little bit. Yet, they decided to do it again a second time.

Meet Jack Jack and Ros.

53K words.

CW: Some light sexual content. Mentions of pregnancy and birth and the aftermath of a vasectomy.

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Jackson Reese Burrow

Nickname(s): Jack Jack (family nickname), Jack

Born: January 24th

Eldest by two years

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Jack Jack is a family nickname bestowed upon Jackson well before he’s born. Joe’d been talking with Ja’Marr and Tee about baby names post practice—all of three of them lingering near the door but not fully committed yet to leaving. “I like the idea of carrying on a tradition of ‘J’ names for boys, and she likes it too. So right now Jackson is in the lead.”

“I like it,” Tee grins. “Jack Jack will be here before you know it though.”

Joe feels the blossom of something warm in his chest, a feeling that settles right into his gut. A weight of revelation. Jack Jack has quite the ring to it. “You guys hungry?” Joe offers instead. “She’s been asking about you two. I don’t think you can really say no to a pregnant woman.”

“Well, shit, don’t gotta ask me twice,” Ja’Marr laughs; his agreement is easy.

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ORIGINAL CHARACTER: EVIE LERMAN

white lace . untamed hair . piano keys . stained glass . pastel colors . bare skin . golden locket . old books . soft music

EVIE LERMAN IS A PURE ARTIST. the star is the younger sister of logan lerman. when she was younger until her early college years, evie was a competitive contemporary dancer. but as her college years went along, she moved to music. singles were released and went top on the charts in a few days, but yet, the girl behind the façade was unknown. whereas, acting has always been small gigs to keep her image through her teen years, and she quickly began to enjoy it again after college. In season two of stranger things, evie earned the small role of ‘Tina’—a student at hawkins high school. if you asked evie a decade later how she felt about the man she just met, she would not expect the words—marriage. pictures of a first trimester pregnancy of evie and a handsome joe keery were leaked in november. and a couple months later, evie posted an instagram story of four small newborn feet, the photo cutting off at the chubby legs.

Milfiestest, J. Burrow

summary; an early midspring saturday morning for the burrow's

warnings; swearing, petnames from joey yum, mention of the manspread, domestic married couple activities, discussion about how much of a milf and dilf u and joe are...

word count; 1.2k

note; i've been needing to write some girl dad! joe for a while, i love writing domestic family stuff its the best ever when all else fails. i will add to and possibly make an au out of this, you guys will be introduced to Dallas at some point.

Saturday's in the spring are arguably the most peaceful yet stressful days in the Burrow household. Having to entertain three kids all day was quite a chore, but Joe's home so, how difficult can it be? the answer to that question is probably not what you'd expect. With their husbands around most people get more done, but when you're husbands here, you might as well count him in with the kids.

Waking up at 7:40 instead of the crack of dawn to get everyone ready for school is the highlight of the morning. Joe's in bed too.

"Rise and shine, Joseph," your voice was barely understood due to your face being shoved into your pillow, glancing over in your man's direction proved he was no where near rising and shining. Invading his personal space was amazing, especially when he still warm from sleeping.

The skin of your cheek nuzzled against his chest, listening to the thump thump of his heartbeat. His presence alone was beyond comforting, he was just the person who could calm any stress or anxieties you felt. You pressed quick, chaste kisses to his bare collarbone, inhaling his scent, allowing it to flood your nose.

He began to stir ever so lightly, his lashes fluttering a bit as his eyes opened. The stare of his piercing eyes on you was inevitable when waking up this way, "morning, mama," he spoke up for the first time. His voice was still riddled with sleep, sounding a bit deeper, "Good morning," you beam, still giddy over the nickname that's stuck for as long as you can remember, long before you even were a mama.

Joe enjoyed the way you hid your face in his chest when he called you names or told you how much he loved you. Still blushing like the teen girl in glasses you were in high school, he'd never get over your reactions.

You both soaked in your bit of quiet time, Annika was old enough to be sleeping in a bit later than she used to in the earlier stages, thank God. But she still screamed bloody murder if left alone in her crib for long enough. Meaning times like this were few and far between.

Geo, on the other hand, climbs out of his bed and runs straight down the hall to bang on your bedroom door. Who needs an alarm clock when you have a five year old anyway? Speak of the devil, the all too familiar knocking of tiny fist against the white wood was a snap back into reality.

"Mama, I'm hungry," he whined, slapping the surface of the door he hadn't yet master how to open. Baby proofing the doorknobs proved very effective in his and his sister's case, however Dallas had figure out the concept rather quickly, he knew his boundaries in the house so no problem there.

"Mom's coming, Geo, go check on your sister, yeah?" Joe shouted slightly, just loud enough for the boy to hopefully hear him, his tiny feet could be heard across the hardwood floors. Joe watched you slide out from under the warm linens, stretching out your muscles, and heading in the direction of the in suite as you yawned.

Joe took advantage of this time to get himself up as well, opening to bedroom door so the kids could come and go if needed. The sound of the door creaking caught your attention, peeking your head around the doorway, Joe laughed a bit at your state. Hair pulled back so it was in your face, purple tooth brush pressed against your cheek, and tooth paste adorning the corner of your pretty lips, always so gorgeous to him, even when you didn't feel it.

Back to what you were doing, in the bathroom, watching your husband join you in the massive mirror, "I've missed you guys so much, y'know?" He mumbled, putting a bit of toothpaste on his toothbrush, keeping a close eye of your reaction.

Nudging him with your shoulder, "We've missed you more, it's not the same unless we're all here," You inform him, truly, if Joe's not around any bit of fun is dulled considerably. Like there's a void that's only filled by his existence. When Dallas was little, you were able to take him to most of the games, but traveling only got more difficult as your little family expanded, leaving you to stay home and watch the games on tv most of the time.

Kissing his cheek as you dropped your toothbrush into the storage cup on the counter, "I need to go check on Geo, God knows what hes gotten into by now," Joe simply hummed as you headed into the room down the hall that was drowning in pink.

In your defense all the pink was not your idea, Joe was meant to have a little girl at some point and when he found out he was, he drenched her room in Disney princess and pink anything and everything.

The light was on and Geo had his face squished against the bars of the crib, having a conversation with his babbling little sister. The boys loved their girls unconditionally. "Geo baby, go get Dallas up so we can figure out breakfast, please," Geo's a good boy, the most helpful, productive five year old you've ever met, maybe you're biased because he's your baby but even so.

Scooping her up, Annika sat on your hip as you found a diaper in the tiny cabinet you had situated next to her changing table, they were all growing up so fast. Pretty soon she'd be focused on potty training and looking for a time for her to start going to daycare for the entire week. As of now, she went twice a week and on those days you'd be working with Joe's parents on important business stuff.

"I wanna do it!" Joe shouted, running into the door as you laid the baby comfortably on the table, stepping aside for him to do the job instead of you, "Since when do you like being on diaper duty," you asked, arms crossed over your chest, staring up at his face with creased brows. "Since," he glanced at his non-existent watch, "Right now, don't complain Mrs Burrow."

This form of Joe was someone almost no one but you and immediate family knew, comfortable sweats, unruly hair, and a random t-shirt he's probably had since high school, cooing at his little girl. Wrapping up the dirty diaper and dropping it into the trash can, "Good morning, little mama," He greeted, lifting her up into the air as she laughs at his goofy faces and voices.

"Why are you the dilfiest dilf ever?" Another good question, this time asked as you grab a handful of his ass, "Woah there, ma'am watch the hands," He grunted turning to face you, so his bum was out of your reach, "Good question, baby, why are you the milfiestest milf ever?"

Annika looked at you both, trying to comprehend what was going on around he, but she was too invested in the necklace around your neck, her chubby arms reached out for you, just so she could play with the metal. Just as you went to grab her, Joe moved way from you quickly, distracting her from you with more silly faces.

"I don't think milfiestest is a word, Joseph."

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That’s Our Baby

•pairing: Joe Burrow x reader

•series summary: Y/n Hubbard, the younger sister of Cincinnati Bengals Defensive End Sam Hubbard, finds herself in a difficult situation after a steamy hookup with her brothers best friend, who just so happens to be the quarterback for the Bengals. In just nine months their lives will be changed forever. How will Y/n and Joe manage to to go through parenthood together? more so, how will Sam take the news he is going to be the uncle of his best friends baby?

•chapter summary: You have your first ultrasound and you share some sweet moments with Joe. As the day ends you make plans to tell your friends (and brother) about the baby

•word count: 3.3k

•warnings: Pregnancy, mentions of morning sickness, crying, LOTS of fluff

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February 15, 2023

3 months pregnant

About a little less than a month has passed since the AFC championship game. Since then, the off-season has started, meaning you were currently "unemployed". Of course, you still had your job, you just didn't have to go into the stadium or practice fields to work—until OTA’s begin, but you still have a couple months before those.

Since the championship game, you’ve been spending most of your time at home. Your morning sickness has been pretty rough the last couple of weeks, leaving you feeling exhausted. Pair that with the mood swings you were experiencing lately, this first trimester of your pregnancy was tough. It doesn’t help that none of your family members know about it either. You’re trying to hide it from them as long as you can because you know how they’re going to react to the fact that you’re not with the baby daddy. And, you knew your pregnancy was only going to get harder to hide from everyone because what you could shrug off as bloat, has now turned into an obvious baby bump.

You loved that your bump was growing, but you didn't love that you wouldn't be able to hide your pregnancy much longer. You and Joe just weren't ready to share the news with anyone quite yet...

You let out a long sigh as you got out of bed, yawning as you stretched your stiff limbs. You don't like to get up this early during the off-season, you enjoy sleeping in a little too much. However, today was a big day. You have your first OB appointment. You'll get to hear the baby's heartbeat for the first time, and if you're lucky, you'll get to see the little guy or girl on an ultrasound. You were feeling a mix of emotions as you thought about your upcoming appointment. Thankfully, you won't be there by yourself though because Joe is coming with you.

He initially told you that he was unsure if he could make it, but last night you received a text from him, asking if you'd be up for "plus one" at your appointment. It warmed your heart knowing that Joe wanted to be there to support you, and see his baby for the first time. Although he was hesitant at the thought of becoming a father at this point in his life, he was starting to come around to the idea of being a father. Joe would never abandon you or his baby. Especially with the history the two of you have, he could never imagine leaving you to go through this by yourself.

You had about an hour and a half before you had to leave for your appointment. You gave yourself plenty of time to shower, get ready, and even enjoy a quick breakfast. Well, at least try to enjoy a quick breakfast.

After your shower, you dried your hair and did some simple make-up. Nothing too extreme, but enough to hide the dark circles and illuminate your best features. You decided on a casual but cute outfit for your appointment. Since it was the middle of winter in Cincinnati, you opted for a pair of leggings and a cream colored sweater that hugged your belly just a little bit.

Once you were satisfied with your appearance, you made your way into the kitchen to make some eggs, a fruit smoothie, and a side of prenatal vitamins. You ate your breakfast in silence, deciding to scroll through Instagram and see what your friends and other NFL WAGS were up to lately. Upon opening the app, you saw that Joe posted on his story You clicked on his profile, and on his story was a picture of him, Sam, Tee, Ja'Marr, and Logan. It was a photo of them from last years training camp, captioned "Throwback Thursday". You couldn't help but chuckle at the caption. You couldn't think of a single person that still uses that phrase.

You looked at the picture, eyes only drawn to Joe. Blame the hormones, but you were feeling a little bold, so you slid up and clicked the '😍' react emoji.

After you finished up your breakfast, you cleaned off your plate, placing it in the dishwasher. You had about ten minutes to kill before you had to leave for your appointment. You decided to go to the living room and relax for a few minutes. You pulled your phone out and sent a text to Joe:

You: Hey. Just wanted to remind you that my appointment is at 11:30 if you're still able to make it. If you need the address again let me know :)

As soon as you set your phone down on the couch beside you, you immediately got a response from Joe. It was almost as if he was waiting for you to text him, that's how quick it was.

Joe: I was actually just about to call you. How about we go together? I'll drive.

Your heart dropped. He wanted to take you? He wanted to go together, not separate? A small smile started to pull at your lips as you typed your response.

You: That would be great. You need my address?

Joe: Nope, I think I remember from a couple months ago ;)

You completely forgot that Joe has been to your apartment before. Plus, one of his closest friends lives in the same complex just a couple doors down from you, so of course he knows where you live.

You: Okay, well if you need me to send it to you just let me know.

Joe: Should be there in about 5. See you soon!

You liked his message as you stood from the couch. You went into your bedroom and grabbed your pair of black boots, along with your North face coat before you went outside to wait for Joe. The weather was actually decent today. There was little snow on the ground and the temperature wasn't the typical bitter cold. You locked the door to your apartment and headed outside. As you left the complex, Joe's car pulled up to the front of the building. You smiled and waved at him as you began to walk up to his car. He returned the wave and smile.

You opened the passenger side door, greeting Joe and thanking him as you sat down and buckled your seatbelt.

"You ready to go?" Joe asked, glancing over at you once he heard the click of your seatbelt. You nodded as you rubbed your clammy hands on your leggings. You were starting to feel a little nervous about your appointment. Every single possible outcome of how this appointment could go was running through your head. "Yeah," you said, your voice wavering slightly, "I'm just a little nervous."

Joe gazed at you with a slight frown, "I am too." However, his frown turned into a soft smile as he finished his thought, "but everything will be fine, I promise." You smiled at his reassurance. Sometimes all you needed to ease your worries was just a little reassurance.

Joe pulled out of your apartment complex and began driving to your OBGYN's office. As he was driving, he kept one hand on the steering wheel, while the other was resting on the glove box. You noticed his eyes drift away from the road multiple times, instead looking at the small bump your abdomen. You caught him looking at you for a third time, a pink hue on Joe's cheeks as he realized he had been caught. You smiled slightly as you spoke softly, "You can touch it, you know." He glanced at you, a small smile on his pink lips. "It's your baby too," you said. Joe hesitantly lifted his hand off of the glove box, letting it hover over your middle for a few moments before he slowly lowered his hand onto your belly. He rubbed the fabric of your sweater with his thumb, feeling the swollen skin of your baby bump beneath his fingertips. "Wow." he couldn't help but breathe out. Joe was amazed at the sight of your small bump.

Joe kept his hand placed on your belly the rest of the short drive to your OB office. Content smiles were on both of your faces as you sat in silence. The action felt foreign to both of you, but as foreign as it was, it felt good--it felt right.

~time skip~

After signing some paperwork at the front desk, you sat back down next to Joe in the chairs in the waiting room. His left leg was nervously bouncing up and down as he looked at the other expecting couples waiting in the office. You rested your hand on his thigh, stopping his movements, "Are you okay?" you asked lowly. Joe just nodded, "I don't ever get nervous..." he glanced over at you as he said, "but I am right now."

You smiled softly at him as you leaned back in your seat, taking a deep breath, "Yeah, me too." As you let out the breath, a nurse walked out into the waiting room wearing a bright smile and holding a chart in her hands.

"Y/n Hubbard?" she called, making yours and Joe's head snap up. You looked up at her and smiled softly, "That's me."

"Great!" she exclaimed, smiling warmly, "you can follow me this way."

You and Joe stood up from your seats and followed the nurse down the hall, and into an examination room.

"If you want to sit up here for me, I'll take your vitals." she said, gesturing the examination bed. You sat down on the bed as Joe sat down on the chair right next to it, nervously rubbing his palms over his shorts. As the nurse was taking your vitals and marking them down on your chart, she looked at you with narrowed eyes. "Okay, I just have to know," she stated as she set the blood pressure cuff down on the counter, "are you married to Sam Hubbard?"

Your eyes widened and Joe choked on his breath.

"I'm sorry, what?" you laughed in shock

"Oh are you not? Or.." Her dark eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "No! God no," your laughter continued. "He's uh, he's my brother."

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry!" She exclaimed, growing flustered at her mistake. You smiled at the poor girl, "It's alright, don't worry."

"Are you sure?" she asked, looking at you with concern. You nodded, making her sigh, "God I feel like an idiot."

"You're fine, I promise." you smiled kindly at the dark haired nurse, "I get that a lot, honestly." you said, reassuring her and letting her know you didn't take her mistake personally. She just blushed and awkwardly finished up with your vitals and basic patient information.

"Doctor Montgomery will be here shortly." She said, a blush still on her cheeks.

Joe smiled, "Thank you..." he looked at her ID tag on her scrub top, "Amanda." He said with a wink. The nurse, Amanda blushed crimson once again, "Of course. Congratulations."

As Amanda shut the door and left the exam room. Joe scoffed in disbelief, "She thought Sam was your husband when I'm sitting right here?" You chuckled softly, "I guess so. Maybe she didn't recognize you."

Okay but in all seriousness, who wouldn't recognize the Joe Burrow.

Joe was about to respond when there was a knock at the door before your OB-GYN, Addison Montgomery walked in.

"Hello Y/n," she greeted, smiling warmly, "good to see you again."

You smiled, "Hey, Doctor Montgomery, it's good to see you too." She sat down on the swivel chair net to the examination bed. "So, you're here today for an ultrasound?

"Yes. I meant to come in earlier, but i've been busy with work."

She nodded, "Totally understandable. We've been super backed up here. Seems like everyone has baby fever right now." she turned to Joe, chuckling as she spoke. He just smiled at her, nervously. She held her finger out, pointing at Joe, "Wait, you're Joe Burrow!"

Joe chuckled, slightly cocking his to the side as he replied, "Yup, the one and only."

Your doctor turned to you, winking, "Oh Y/n, you have got yourself one fine baby daddy." You smiled, blushing as you made eye contact with Joe, "Yeah, I do don't I?"

Joe rubbed the back of his neck, a faint blush making its way onto his cheeks as he looked at you sheepishly.

"So," Doctor Montgomery clapped, "you ready to see your baby you two?"

You grinned happily, looking up at your doctor as you laid back against the bed. Joe stood up and walked over to the side of the bed, pulling the chair he sat in with him. He placed the chair down and sat down next to you.

"Okay Y/n, if you want to pull up your shirt for me, that would be great."

You nodded, pulling up the cream material of your sweater. Doctor Montgomery put the cool gel all across your lower belly, the cool gel making you shiver as soon as it touched your bare skin.

"Sorry," she chuckled, "I forgot to warn you, but the gel is very cold."

"Yes, it is." you nodded, your eyes glued to the screen of the ultrasound machine. you were anxiously waiting to see the baby pop up on the screen.

"Alright here we go." she said, grabbing the probe and moving it around your slightly protruding abdomen. You and Joe watched the green intently, holding your breaths as you watched. Her eyes lit up as she moved the screen around you and Joe could see better.

"That right there," she pointed to a spot on the screen with her bright red manicured finger, "is your baby."

She pressed a button, and a loud, fast whooshing sound broke out in the room. It was your baby's heartbeat. You smiled brightly, looking at the picture in awe. Tears welled up in your eyes. You couldn't believe this was all happening. You looked over at Joe, his expression the same as yours, with his beautiful blues full of unshed tears as he looked at his baby on the ultrasound monitor. Hey glanced at you, grabbing your hand and kissed it before his eyes went back to the screen. Both of you were so overwhelmed with love and all sorts of emotion as you looked at the black and white picture, and heard the loud whooshing of your baby's strong, healthy heartbeat.

"That's our baby..." he said softly in disbelief.

"Yeah, that's our baby." you smiled as a tear rolled down your cheek. Joe gripped your hand tighter, as you did to his.

Doctor Montgomery smiled, "Congratulations you two! You're about nine, almost ten weeks along Y/n. You'll be in your second trimester soon, so hopefully your morning sickness eases up for you."

"Whew," you breathed out, "I sure hope so."

She smiled softly, "It will eventually. Before I go, do you want me to print some pictures?"

You and Joe both nodded, "Yes please, we'd love that." Joe said, eagerly.

The OB chuckled, "Okay." With a click of a button, your ultrasound pictures were printed. She wiped the gel off of your belly, and you sat up, pulling your sweater down.

She handed the pictures to Joe. "Oh! Before I forget, I was actually able to see what the gender of your baby is. Do the two of you want to know that right now?"

You looked at Joe, wanting his answer. He just shook his head.

"No thank you," you smiled, "could you maybe write it down on an envelope though? My friends were talking about throwing us a gender reveal party."

She smiled sweetly, "Yes ma'am! How sweet of them."

You hummed, "I know right? I have the sweetest friends." It's very true, you do have the sweetest friends. Your OB turned around and quickly wrote something down on paper before putting it into an envelope and sealing it. She handed it to you, "There you are. And you, are good to go. Everything looks great. You and the baby are both healthy and looking wonderful."

Joe smiled, "Thank you doc."

Doctor Montgomery nodded, "It's no problem at all. I'll see you in a few weeks. Congratulations again you two!" she walked out of the room, leaving you and Joe alone. You stood up from the table and adjusted your shirt. You turned around and smiled softly as you saw Joe looking down at the ultrasound photo in his hand, his thumb running over the image of his baby.

"It's so tiny," he said softly, his voice in awe, "I can't believe this is growing inside of you right now." You chuckled softly, walking closer to him and looking at the picture with him, "Crazy isn't it?" he just nodded and continued to look at the photo in awe.

The two of you walked out of the doctors office with wide grins on both of your faces. As you made your way into his car, Joe placed one of the ultrasound pictures on his dashboard. It's safe to say the ultrasound today has made Joe 100% on board with the baby now...

"There." he smiled, "perfect."

"Isn't it cute?" you asked, reaching out your hand to trace over the baby's silhouette on the ultrasound.

"It looks just like you already, Y/n." Joe joked as he pulled out of the parking lot. You looked up at him, and shook your head. A teasing smile on your face, "Sure. I think it'll be carbon copy of you, Joseph."

"i'll hold you to it." he smirked, eyes flickering back and forth between your eyes and lips.

As Joe was driving back to your home, your phone rang. You pulled it out and looked to see who it was.

Incoming call: Sam

Your eyes widened as you answered the call. He could not find out you were in the car with Joe...

(Sam)

(You)

"Sam, hey!"

"Hey Y/n, how's it going?"

"Good, how about you?"

"Can't complain. Hey I just wanted to call and ask if you were free next Saturday. A couple of the guys and I are going out for drinks, and I figured I'd invite you."

"Yeah, I'm free. Who's all coming?"

"Me, Tee, Ja'Marr, Joe, Morgan and Logan maybe, and now you."

"Oooh, sounds fun! Where are we meeting?"

"Not sure yet, i'll call and let you know though."

"Okay! Thanks Sam."

"Yep! I'll talk to you later, bye."

"Bye, love you Sammy."

"love you too, Y/n/n. Bye."

You hung up the phone and Joe glanced over at you. "What'd Sam want?" he asked, averting his gaze back to the road.

"We have plans next Saturday with Sam and some of the other guys."

Joe nodded, "Oh, right. I came up with the idea today while we were working out this morning."

"Really?" Your furrowed your brows. Joe usually wasn't one to initiate making plans.

"Yeah, I uh, I thought that would be a good way for us to tell them about the baby." he smiled, putting his hand on your tummy again. You smiled in return, "Thanks for setting that up, Joe"

He looked at you and just nodded as a small smile tugged at his lips. You leaned back in your seat, placing your hand over Joe's. Part of you was worried about telling the guys about your accidental pregnancy, especially Sam. You didn't know how he was going to react to being told he's going to be an uncle...to his best friends baby.

But hey, he has to find out sooner or later right?

hey loves!!

how sweet was this?🥹 dad joe has me feeling all of the feels.

this was all fluff, but the next chapter is a crazy one, so be prepared! not only will sam and the other guys find out about baby burrow…but we’re going to take a look back at yours and joe’s past from OSU👀

thank you so much for your continued love and support with this series and all of my other work! it means so much to me. you’re all so kind and i love each and every one of you!🤍🤍

hope you enjoyed this chapter ;)

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