Will has wanted to be a dad for as long as he can remember. Truly saw it as his purpose. He's not sure what started it, or how the idea became so engrained in him, especially when his career took off and became such a huge part of his everyday. He loved working and got a kick out of the life he was building for himself, even though in the back of his mind, he knew it was taking him down a path not conducive to family life. Working late nights and being away for extended periods never bothered him until he met you.
It was only your second date when you brought it up. He'd been unconsciously checking his emails when you teasingly asked if there was somewhere he'd rather be.
You'd said it so lightly, grinning as you watched him shake himself, not realising that he was internally answering your question. No. There absolutely wasn't anywhere he'd rather be.
That was how quickly things shifted for him. He hadn't expected it but he'd secretly been wanting someone to come along and wrangle him. Someone to pull him out of work and force him into a balance. That was you, with your bright eyes and unwavering charm. You turned his world upside down and he was so grateful.
You're everything to him. His biggest supporter at every turn. You love how passionate he is. Seeing him work so hard to get what he wants is one of the things that first attracted you to him. Especially when it became abundantly clear that what he wanted was you.
He was besotted with you from the start, everyone could see it. Especially when he started researching engagement rings a few months in, just for when the time came.
When you'd first discussed having kids, Will's heart had been in his throat. You were so perfect, everything he could ever want or need, that if you had told him that it wasn't something you wanted, he'd consider giving that dream up. He really would have. But your eyes had lit up, and you'd talked so animatedly about wanting to be a good mum that he'd fallen in love with you all over again. He couldn't wait to raise some little hellions with you.
You'd started trying shortly after the wedding, nothing too serious, just no more late-night condom runs.
You hadn't expected anything to happen as quickly as it did. Three months after you'd gotten married, to the day, you'd taken that fateful test. Will was abroad for a video, you were a few days late and honestly, just a bit bored at home. If you'd actually thought sincerely that you were pregnant, you would have waited two days for Will to be there with you. But those two lines had taken you by surprise.
You wait until he's home to tell him. Draping a little, homemade 'Welcome Home' banner across the kitchen island, a small gift bag sitting on top.
He's already grinning when he walks through the door, so excited to be back home with you. He's bowled over when he sees you waiting in the kitchen with his surprise, telling you that you're adorable as he kisses you and hugs you tight. When he spots the gift bag he starts laughing.
"What are you doing woman? I've been gone a week."
You just shrug, biting your lip as he peeks into the bag and sees the test.
"No!" He gasps, a grin instantly beginning to spread across his lips as it sinks in. "Really? Please don't tell me this is a joke because my heart won't handle it. Are you really? Oh my god. Are you?"
He's a shocked and excited mess as he wraps his arms around you and doesn't let go until you've told him several times that you aren't joking. You're pregnant and he's going to be a dad.
From that moment on, he takes the title very seriously. He comes to all of your appointments. He reads every book he can get his hands on. He listens to every podcast. He asks for advice from his dad friends, as covertly as he can, i.e. not at all. You can't even blame him when he accidentally lets it slip to yet another person, just too excited to keep it to himself and desperate to do a good job when the time comes.
When it's safe to start telling people, on purpose, you've both had plenty of time to think about it. You both like to keep your private life to yourselves, as much as is possible with his career, so a big announcement doesn't feel right. Instead, you settle on an idea he had in the middle of the night; a video trying pregnancy cravings with James.
You hadn't told him yet and weren't showing so much that you couldn't cover it with a baggy shirt. So when you rock up to the shoot, you tell him you're just popping in early to meet Will for lunch. You watch from behind the camera as plate after plate of unhinged combinations get put in front of the duo. It's James' nightmare, all the mixtures of flavours and textures and he's crashed out so many times by the time the last plate is placed on the table.
"I can't do any more." James complains, turning his nose up at the blueberries covered in cinnamon sugar.
"Come on, last one." Will says, popping one in his mouth, a grin tugging on his lips as he swallows. "This one is special, viewers. It's actually one of my lovely wife's."
It takes a second for James to register what he's said, still toying with the fruit. Then he thinks Will's joking.
"Don't mess with me like that." He chuckles, then when Will doesn't say anything and just grins as he pops another berry into his mouth, he looks back and forth between us desperately. "Fuck off... No, actually, fuck off. You're joking."
Will just breathes a laugh and reaches into his wallet for a copy of the latest sonogram, softly saying, "No mate. You're actually unc for real now."
And then they're hugging and James runs behind the camera to hug you too. You show him your bump and he freaks out even more, as if it finally hits him. Then, after the shoot, when you ask him to be godfather, he breaks down completely.
Will can't believe his luck.
He loves seeing you pregnant. He already doted on you but there's something about seeing you carrying his child that has him on his knees for you. He'll tease you as you get bigger, jumping up when you sit down on the sofa, only when he knows it will make you laugh. But he can't get enough of you. When a heatwave strikes and he sees you walk into the kitchen in a bikini top and linen trousers, hot and swollen, he wishes he could get you pregnant again right now.
By the time you go into labour, Will is an expert on everything you could possibly need. Timing your contractions, he's already on it. Want your shoulders rubbing, he's researched pressure points. The drive to the hospital, he's already timed it. Three times. He's packed everything you could want. He's made a playlist of your favourite songs. He's on top of all the correspondence with your family. He thinks he's got it sussed; being the best birth partner. That is until he hears your baby cry.
It's as though the second your son is born, every ounce of self-control drains from Will. He's sobbing. Quietly of course, because you've literally just given birth and you don't need him to be a babbling mess. But he can't help it when he sees that tiny little boy get placed on your chest. He's perfect. You're perfect. This is his dream, actually coming true before his eyes.
He knew that his heart would grow when his child came into the world but he hadn't realised that his love for you would double as well. You are the most incredible woman. He's trying his best to tell you but the words are coming out watery. Fat teardrops fall from his cheekbones and his shirt is ruined from the way he keeps wiping his face. Every time he manages to pull himself together, he remembers that his baby is in the world now and you brought him here, and he's a mess again.
It warms your heart and makes you laugh in equal measure, muttering conspiratorially to your son, "Told you daddy's a huge softie."
When you ask if he wants to hold him, he nods but stares up at the ceiling as he tries to dry his eyes. He shakes out his wrists, trying to pull himself together.
"Not having my boy think I'm not the happiest man on Earth right now."
You try and explain that the baby won't hold a grudge but Will doesn't listen, too focused on meeting his child.
Then, when he takes the baby in his arms, it's like a switch is flipped and he can't stop smiling.
"Hiya mate." he whispers, tears welling but not falling as he beams down at the little bundle.
Will is an absolute goner for his little boy. Any chance for skin-to-skin and he's doing it. You can't remember the last time he wore a shirt around the house. Any chance Will can be with his boy, he will be. Even volunteering for every night shift, wanting to have these moments with the baby even though they're hard and you're both so tired.
You catch him in the middle of the night, hand dangled into the crib and lying on his little belly, whispering to his sleeping son. "Me and your mam love you so much, do you know that? Even when you're screaming your head off."
You tuck in behind him, hand wrapping around his stomach and joining in. "We really do, little fella."
It's not the only time you catch him talking to the baby. He's always chatting away to him, walking him through making coffee in the morning, going through every item he's packing up for your trip around the block, showing him his outfit and telling him, "I wore this shirt on my second date with your mam."
He's heartbroken when he has to go back to work and leave his favourite people. You two wave him off in the morning, and he replays the imagine in his head over and over. He checks the baby monitor on his phone constantly when he knows it's nap time. It's a default and he doesn't even notice that whenever there's a quiet moment, he finds himself tapping on the app.
He picks up flowers for you on the way home, grateful that he gets to come home to you both. Grateful for you and everything you've given him. It becomes a routine occurrence, picking out flowers for you and telling you 'Happy Mother's Day' every time he gives them to you.
taylor talks, yet ANOTHER olympics fic lol. in this fic, sebastian is one and a half and peep is still pregnant with julia.
tw: kids/children
[ THE NYLANDER DIARIES SERIES MASTERLIST ]
you could feel the energy the moment you walked into the arena. you were surrounded in a sea of golden yellow and blue as you followed behind ella, who was in charge of helping you find your seats.
around you, a barrier had been formed to try to keep the other people around you from bumping into you and your bump. sebastian was in the front of the line of nylanders in his grandpa's arms, sporting a giant pair of headphones and a nylander jersey that was much too big for him.
as soon as you sat down in your seat, you heaved a heavy sigh, running a hand across your stomach as you looked out onto the ice. everything felt surreal. you were actually in milan, watching your husband play for his home country. a sentence you never thought'd say.
thinking back to that 21-year-old kid who put his heart and soul all those years ago, playing his best every night made you emotional. you wiped at your eyes as you looked around the arena. it. wasstarting to come to life as more and more people found their seats.
you looked down the row of all your people. you had brought an entire squad to milan with you. it was some of your family and some of will's, so you took up an entire row and then some. you were handed a snack, one that sebastian tried to dig into, but with the nerves of it being the first game for sweden, and the fact that you had just eaten a large meal of pasta, you weren't that hungry.
"you aren't eating," your mom pointed out.
"too nervous," you smiled, setting your pretzel aside, reaching into your bag and handing sebastian a bag of cheese, which he happily dug into as if he hadn't eaten an hour ago.
when the guys finally came out, it was like the arena finally came alive. people were on their feet, cheering as loud as they could, including sebastian. it took you a moment to try and find will, not used to seeing him in a sweden jersey.
he did his best to try and find you, and when he finally did, his entire face lit up. sebastian was distracted by the jumbotron, but will had a clear view of his face, and the look of pure joy on his face was one that made your heart soar.
"look, sebastian, it's papa." you tried to point him in the direction of his father, but he was so distracted by the jumbotron and everything else going on around him. you sighed with a smile, shaking your head and giving up.
you were competitive in your blood, so the first period and half of the game, you felt like your heart was going to beat out of your chest. the last four minutes, your heart soothed a little.
you had momentarily lost track of the puck amongst the scuffle, but one second it was in front of the net, and the next it was in the back of the net, and you were on your feet.
sebastian was confused, but the moment he saw his dad on the screen, he was cheering and clapping, speaking in his baby babble. before he skated over the bench for the line of high-fives, he skated over to the spot where you were sitting and stopped in front of the ice.
this time, sebastian could see him more clearly. he waved through the glass, a big smile on his face as sebastian cheered and clapped for him, happy to finally see his dad. will blew him a kiss, then skated back over to the bench. as he skated back, he looked right at you, and he tapped the spot above his heart twice and mouthed 'for you'.
suddenly, after all the anxiety you had felt, in that moment, it all went away. even with a giant pane of glass in front of you and a bunch of fans in front of you and all around you, everything felt right again. it was just you, will, and sebastian.
the last period felt different than the previous two. other than sweden scoring twice more, that one little moment was enough to make everything feel right again.
carrying sebastian out of the arena was a challenge. even though there were at least a minimum of 10 other family members that offered, he refused, only wanting to be held by you. he laid his head on your shoulder, clutching tightly to his dog stuffed animal, you waited just outside for will to come out.
inside, will was doing media. it wasn't his favorite thing in the world, not after winning a game. he just wanted to get out, see you, and go to sleep. so, he was trying to get through it as fast as possible. he had already answered a few questions and gave his best professional answer he could.
"will, your goal is going semi-viral right now," one of the reporters informed him.
"really? haven't had time to check anything yet." he couldn't help but smile. he reached for his phone and briefly glanced at it, and sure enough, every person under the sun had sent him the video of his goal and the aftermath.
he didn't love the idea of you being plastered all around the internet, your son especially, but he was living in the moment, wanting to share that special moment with you.
"what does it mean to have your family here with you in milan? seeing them in the stands?"
"it means the world. my wife is due any week, so having her here means the world to me. and of course, we had a doctor on call just in case. but, i'm pretty sure the flight over here, it was mainly both of our families. i'm honored that everyone came out to see me and support us," he nodded with a smile.
"and my son, i don't think he even knows what's going on. but seeing him in the stands after that goal, it was like a rush. and dedicating the goal to him and my wife, it's all i ever wanted." he smiled.
A/N: Feels like it's been ten thousand years since I started this (probably some time last year, or even the year before), but it's finally done! 😭 It all started because I wanted a dance with Will. I'll spare the excess commentary. Thank you so much to @carni-val and @lovebarefootblonde for beta reading! Banners by @spaghettificationandpretzels. Hope you enjoy and thank you all for being so patient! 🙏 😘
Rating: E (18+ ONLY PLEASE)
Word Count: 5,150
Pairings: Dad!Will "Ironhead" Miller x Wife F!Reader
Summary: With Lucy going off to college soon, a spontaneous date night gives you a snapshot of what yours and Will's life could look like with having more time for each other.
Contains: sex (PiV), oral sex (M receiving), flirting/bantering, aging, sugary sweet fluff, Will finding reader irresistible, Will still being self-conscious about getting older (I think that's it?)
When Will and Lucy made up after DisneyGate, he lessened her punishment so this weekend she's away with her friends to enjoy their time together before they go off to college, which leaves the house to just the two of you.
"Hey, you know what we haven't done in a while?" you ask Will after plopping down next to him on the couch where he's on his laptop with his reading glasses perched adoringly on his slim nose.
"Make brownies," he quickly answers without looking away from his screen.
"Yes, but no," you giggle.
“Stop by Astrid’s,” he quickly guesses again, still focused on his laptop, clicking and typing away.
“Oh my God, you and your sweets!” You nudge your shoulder against his, your reaction pulling a small smug smirk from Will.
“We haven't gone on a date in a while.” You loop an arm through his and snuggle against him.
"You want to be wined and dined?" He asks, bringing his arm up and behind you while pushing his glasses up on top of his head with his other hand to look over at you.
“I want us to have a nice night to ourselves.”
"You don't have a nice night with me every night?" he teases.
"You know what I mean!" you nudge him again. His smirk widens into a smile.
"How about we try that uh… oh! I've got an idea!" A light bulb goes off in his head. "There's like, this social media trend of couples making plans by blindly making choices," Will starts to explain as he closes his laptop. "For example, I'll write on two separate pieces of paper, say two different restaurants and you pick one without knowing what I have written on either, and we go to the one you picked."
"Okay, that sounds fun, but since when have you kept up with trends on social media? You don't even have social media," you say with a raised brow.
"Lucy showed a bunch to me the other day, but the cutest one was with a puppy choosing which outfit it was going to wear."
"Hm, I think it would be fun to pick out each other's outfits," you tell him, suddenly intrigued by this idea.
"Alright, how about this? We throw a couple of restaurants in a hat and we randomly pick one. Leave that to probability," he suggests. "But we each get to personally pick out what the other person wears. How does that sound?"
"Hmm..." you pretend to ponder. "Okay!"
***
After the luck of the draw of picking a bistro you haven't been to in a while, the next step is to figure out what to wear. The two of you take a peek at each other's wardrobe options after a long, refreshing shower where Will decided to join you.
“The navy blue suit? Really?”
“You look handsome in any color but this one really brings out your eyes,” you tell him. “But most of all, I love how your butt looks in it.” You smirk and give his behind a squeeze.
"Do I have to wear a tie?" he whines.
You nod.
“Fine," he submits. "Well, I haven’t seen you in this sexy number in a while.”
Will pulls out a dress from the back of your closet and presents it to you.
“Because I never have a reason to wear it.” You look at the bold red slinky dress with an open back as you walk towards It. “I can’t even remember the last time I wore this. Might’ve been Fish’s wedding. Don’t you think this is a little over the top for where we're going?”
"I'm wearing a suit and tie. I don't think you'll be the only one overdressed."
"Okay, that's fair."
As the two of you start getting dressed in front of each other, you notice Will watching you. You slip into your dress, hoping you still fit into it. The fabric snugs over your curves and contours in all the right places. The zipper in the back is low enough for you to pull on your own but Will helps you with it anyways. When he comes up behind you, you feel the heat of his body radiating against your bare back. He gently puts his palm on your lower back for a moment before sliding it down to the bottom of the zipper, holding it down while pulling the zipper up.
You expect him to walk away to finish getting dressed but instead, you feel him pressing his lips against your shoulder and neck as his hands knead your waist.
“Babe,” you giggle. “This is why I never wear this dress. Because we’ll never leave the house.”
“If my shirt wasn’t already tucked in, I’d take you right now, just like this.” He continues kissing and nipping at your skin as his hands continue to explore your body, drawing a moan out of you.
"Now I remember why I don't like you wearing this out. I wanna show you off, but at the same time I don't want anyone looking at you the way I'm looking at you now."
His eyes rake over your body in the mirror.
“You’re like this gorgeous rose I just wanna ruin,” he growls.
"Well, know that you're the only one I'm going home with."
Turning around, you and Will steal glances at each other as you help him finish buttoning up his shirt for him and adjust his collar.
"I think that gray tie you have with the stripes will go well with the suit. It'll also compliment my dress."
"You don't think it'll also bring out my grays?" He asks, pointing to his head.
"Maybe, but trust me, it's a good thing. I've never wanted you more than I do now," you reach up and affectionately finger his graying sideburns. "And you’re probably gonna have other women wanting you to take them home with you as well," you chuckle.
"Even if I wanted to do that, I can barely handle you in bed. I don't need to add another woman in the mix," he replies.
"Uh huh," you smirk. “Sure.”
"Besides, she's just gonna be watching because all my attention would be on you," he says as he pulls you in against his body.
"Or you would be watching. How about that?" you tease.
"Nah ah. I'm too greedy.” He shakes his head. “I don't want anyone pleasuring you but me."
"Most guys would jump on that opportunity," you say, taken aback by his response.
"Well, I'm not most guys," he points out before leaning in to kiss you, but you pull back.
"We should get out of here or we'll never make it to dinner."
"Why don't we just skip to dessert first?" His nose nudges against yours as his hands slide down to your ass.
"You mean the chocolate lava cake with a scoop of vanilla ice cream that I know you're gonna get?" you tease.
"You know what I mean."
"Already? Was shower sex not enough to hold you through until after dinner?"
"Seeing you in this dress got me all excited again." He tries to kiss you again but you dodge him.
"Nah ah," you shake your head.
"Not even a kiss?" His eyebrows shoot up to his graying hairline.
You stare at him for a few moments with your bottom lip tucked between your teeth until you finally press your lips against his. He wraps his arms around your waist and presses your body against his as he deepens the kiss. You can feel a bulge poking you, making you giggle. You pull back, breaking the kiss and leaving you both breathless.
"Now go put on a tie while I throw on some make up and fix my hair," you tell him.
"Yes, ma'am!"
***
You weren't expecting live music, as the many times you've dined there, there never was. It's been a while and they've updated the place, adding a dedicated space for live entertainment for evening service and a Frank Sinatra cover band is setting the mood of the room. During dinner, you find yourselves being very touchy with each other. You toe at his ankle underneath his slacks and his hand caresses yours. Flirty eyes dart back and forth as you banter in innuendos. It's like when you first started dating over two decades ago. You're both falling in love with each other all over again, except with someone different. He's no longer a potential partner; he's your husband, father of your daughter and your best friend. At the core, he's still who you first fell in love with, but he's so much more now. He’s the man you've built a life with, who has walked beside you for the last twenty years of marriage. With Lucy going away for college, this feels like a preview of what your marriage could be like having all this sudden free time, getting to re-discover each other together.
“Mm, that is good, but not as good as mine,” Will reacts after you feed him a spoonful of your tiramisu.
"What is it?" he asks after catching you glancing at him.
"Hm?" you hum.
"Why are you looking at me like that?"
"I can't look at my handsome husband?" you ask with a mischievous smirk.
"You mean your old and graying husband?" he jokes.
"You're still handsome," you tell him. "Maybe even more so now than when we first met."
"Oh yeah? How so?" he questions, indulging you.
"You're like fine wine. As you age, the tastier you get." You bite into your lower lip.
"Is that so?" He leans in with his elbows on the table, intrigued by your analysis.
“You’re in your prime. You’re older, but wiser. You see graying hair and wrinkles, but I see experience and maturity. I mean, your charm and personality also adds to it," you reply. "Fatherhood probably has something to do with it too, but in a way that gets me all hot and bothered.”
"Your opinion is biased because you're married to me and I'm your child's father," he points out.
"Why don't we go ask the young hostess? She was totally giving you googly eyes when we walked in," you challenge.
"What? No, she wasn't! She was just being friendly and courteous. It's her job."
"Babe, you're so adorably oblivious sometimes. She totally was! She never once made eye contact with me, only addressed you the whole time with a goofy smile - the same one you gave me when we first met."
"Hi! How were your desserts?" Your waiter comes over to check on you.
"They were delicious!" Will pulls back from the table as the waiter takes the empty plates.
"Yes, they were," you agree.
"Anything else I can get for you?" the waiter asks.
“No, we are good. I think we're just going to finish our coffee. Thank you!"
"Sure, here is the check whenever you're ready. Take your time, enjoy the music!”
"Your handsome husband also can't read small letters," Will adds as he pulls out his reading glasses and then perches them on his face for a second to look at the bill.
As quickly as he had put them on, he pulls them off and places his credit card with the bill. The cover band starts playing "Fly Me To The Moon". Will suddenly stands up and offers his hand.
"Care to dance with this tall bottle of fine wine?"
"Where are we going to dance?" you ask, glancing around at the other tables surrounding you.
"We can do it right here. We're not gonna bother anyone. There's enough space for us."
You finally take his hand and he leads you to the space beside the table. With one hand on your waist and the other holding your hand up, he starts slowly swaying. Your other hand rests on his broad shoulder.
"I wined and dined you and wanna give you a dance too," he tells you, pulling you in closer to him.
"Yeah, we haven't danced in a while," you realize.
He senses your hesitance as you're dancing a bit stiff and still glancing around.
"Don't worry about those other people. Let them watch,” he whispers. “I want everyone in this restaurant to know how much I love and adore my wife.”
He leans in and rests his forehead against yours. You let out a chuckle. Feeling a bit more relaxed, you're finally enjoying this intimate moment.
"In other words...I love you," Will sings along.
When the song ends, there's a round of applause. Will nudges the tip of his nose at yours before giving you a small peck on your lips.
"Give it up for this beautiful couple!" the singer announces and the applause gets louder.
After settling the bill, as the two of you make your way to the front door, Will notices you lingering behind.
"Are you okay? Are your heels bothering you?" he asks, pausing to wait for you to catch up.
"No. I just like watching you walk away." You flash him a wide smile and a corner of his lips turn up as well.
He offers you his elbow when you finally reach him, which you take, but not before quickly grabbing a handful of his butt. When you finally reach the entrance, the hostess thanks you for coming and hopes you had a great experience.
"We sure did. My beautiful wife here thought the tiramisu was to die for, wasn't it, sweetheart?" He turns to you, giving you that goofy grin you had mentioned to him earlier.
"Yes, it was amazing," you confirm. "We will definitely come back again."
"Anything you want," he adds.
"Are you okay to drive?" you whisper, looking at him suspiciously. "You only had one drink."
"I'm drunk on you," he replies, his eyes never leaving you.
You roll your eyes at his silly antics and turn to the hostess to wish her a good night, which Will also does before you whisk him out to the restaurant.
***
When you finally arrive home, you kick off your heels and groan, feeling the relief. As you bend down to pick them up, Will stops you.
"I got them, babe," he says as he loosens his tie and finally releases himself from the constriction.
“Why, thank you!"
He bends down to grab them for you as you start walking up the stairs. His eyes follow you before his body does, enjoying the view as you ascend. Before both of your feet can touch down inside the bedroom, your husband is already all over you.
"Babe!"
You squeal as he snakes an arm around your waist and pulls your back against the front of his body, groaning while he presses his crotch against your ass. He tosses your shoes into a corner while latching his mouth onto your neck.
"Mm," you purr. "You complain about getting old and gray, but your sex drive is still that of a teenager," you giggle.
"We've talked about this. You're my Viagra," he replies and gently bites your neck.
You reach back between the two of you and palm his crotch, feeling him starting to engorge. He moans into your neck, sucking harder, in turn making you slip out a moan as well. Your other hand creeps up to the back of his neck, fingering his blondes and grays at the nape. His palm glides up from your waist to one of your breasts, giving it a healthy squeeze. Sighing, your back arches and you cup his bulge, giving it a gentle tug. He moans against your skin and sinks his teeth into you. Your bottom lip finds its way between your own teeth while also eliciting a pleasurable sound.
Wanting to take control, you find the willpower to pull away from his touch. Whipping around to face him, you grab the edges of his shirt collar and pull him closer to you, smashing your painted lips against his. His hands snake from your waist to your lower back, pressing your body against his as he deepens the kiss, almost continuing where you left off earlier. You gently guide him to the bed until the edge hits the back of his knees, causing him to fall back.
You hike your dress up so you can climb over him and straddle him. Starting on his neck, you suck and kiss on his delicate flesh, leaving light pink marks. You then start unbuttoning his shirt, taking your time with it. As each button gets undone and his chest gets revealed, you place a soft kiss on his smooth skin. You give some extra attention to his scars as you come across each of them. He's always been self conscious of them, but you always tell him you like how it reminds you how rugged he can be. There have been times you've imagined what it could have been like to have met Will while he was still in the military, thinking about your man in uniform.
The scars are also reminders of how far he's come, his life experiences marked on his body. He's told you how he earned each and every one of them. Some are from protecting the country, some are a result of being careless as both a man and boy, and then there's the most recent one still so prominent on his lower abs. It's been so long, but he's got a constant reminder of one of the things that haunt him the most. You give it a tender kiss before continuing down his body.
When you reach his belt, you tug on his shirt until it gets untucked. Will looks down at you as you continue making your way down to undress him. He takes in an audible sharp breath and his abs tighten when you brush your lips on it. You look up at him and keep eye contact as you lower yourself, following his faint blonde trail until your knees touch the floor.
"Babe, wait."
Will quickly grabs a pillow and places it on the floor in front of you.
"I don't want you to hurt your knees," he tells you.
"Always so considerate, even when it comes to getting a blowjob," you chuckle.
"I always want you to be comfortable, especially when you're giving me a blowjob."
The pad of his thumb brushes against your cheek.
You reach for his belt and slide the leather out of the buckle. You can feel his erection growing as it brushes up against your palms. Once you have his fly undone, you grab the top of his pants and boxer briefs, gently but firmly pulling them down. He tilts his hips up and his thick cock springs out. Will groans when you give attention to the creases where his leg and crotch meets, kissing and licking the delicate spots, causing his cock to twitch. When you wrap your fingers around the base of his cock, you run the tip of your tongue from the bottom to the top of his shaft. His blue eyes twinkle as he watches you kiss and lick him up and down.
"God, you're so fucking sexy," he growls. “How did I get so lucky?”
He cups your cheek as you take him into your mouth, making him hiss. Satisfied with his reaction, you're encouraged to go deeper. You relax your throat and push down further until you feel your gag reflex a hair trigger away from bringing your dinner back up.
"You don't have to do that, babe," he says, sensing your hesitance. "I appreciate you trying though."
You keep eye contact as you continue to suck on him, hollowing out your cheeks when you pull back. Will takes in a sharp breath watching himself disappear deep into your warm and wet mouth again until he taps the back of your throat. He fists your hair and grunts.
“Fuck,” he whispers. "Baby, you keep this up, I'm going to cum in your mouth.”
Taking that as a sign of encouragement, you move up and down on him, sliding him in and out between your lips.
"You want that, don't you?" he teases.
You pull his cock out of your mouth with a pop and slurp up the drool that dribbles down your bottom lip and corners of your mouth.
"It has been a while, huh?” you ask while licking him like a lollipop.
“You really want me to cum in your mouth?” He asks genuinely after studying your face for a moment, thumbing the apple of your cheek.
“Hm…” You take a moment to consider it. “Nah ah, I’m not done with you yet.”
You start to pull the rest of his bottoms down until they’re down to his ankles.
“Scoot back,” you command as you slip his trousers and boxers off his feet, leaving him in his dress shirt and crew socks.
As he follows your instructions, you stand up from between his legs and hike up your dress. You then crawl over him, straddling him again along the way, and lean down to kiss him. He eagerly kisses back as his hands grip your hips and then slide back to your ass.
As you continue to make out, Will’s hands move further down, teasing the hem of your dress until he slips his hands up under. He pushes the dress up as his palms press into your skin until he finds your ass again, this time bare and giving it a big squeeze. You grind down on him as his hips thrusts up, rubbing your covered slit against his hard cock.
Will’s fingers find their way between your legs, making you twitch when he lands on your wet opening beneath the thin fabric. He teases you, rubbing slow small circles, coaxing out your arousal. You moan into his mouth when you feel his fingers putting gentle pressure, threatening to penetrate you. Your hips start rolling, wanting more, but he just proceeds to tease you.
You continue to rock against him, but break the kiss. With noses touching, you gaze into his eyes, intentionally dragging your damp panties up and down his length. A sudden gasp escapes you when Will plunges his middle finger inside you. You bite your lower lip and push back as he pumps into you.
Taking back control, you reach down and lightly run your fingernails along his hard cock.
“You’re driving me crazy, baby,” he pants. His lust-filled eyes turn darker as you wrap your fingers around him and stroke.
Will dips another finger in as he thrusts into your hand. You stifle a moan and after a few moments, finally end the torture. Hopping off of him once more, you do a quick strip tease, unzipping your dress first and then pulling down the straps off your shoulders before shimmying out of it, letting it pool at your feet. The whole time you are amused by your husband who is watching while jerking himself. Tonight you wanted to make it all about him and to boost his ego, but somehow he always manages to boost yours even in the smallest ways.
Since he’s enjoying the show, you take your time stripping off your lingerie set. You turn around to show your backside and then unhook your bra. Coyly looking over your shoulder, you pull your bra off and toss it aside. With your arms crossed over your breasts, you turn to face him again. You release your arms, letting your breasts hang freely, to finally slide your thong off your hips and letting them fall to the floor.
Returning to the position you were before, you straddle him and grab his rock hard erection, guiding it to your aching pussy. You rub the tip against your dripping opening, coating it with your lubrication.
“Babe…” Will croaks.
When you’re ready, you finally sink down onto him and he lets out a guttural moan, your own voice joining his as he fills you up. With your palms on his chest, you start moving up and down, riding him slowly at first to get adjusted. You then bear down, sitting as deep as you can. You stay still to really soak in the fullness as he stretches you out, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix, drawing another guttural noise from the back of Will’s throat.
“I can stay like this forever,” you groan.
After getting accustomed to his size, you start moving up and down again, but only giving him short strokes, teasing just the tip. Will’s shaky breath hitches. You watch him as you continue the torture, seeing how he reacts to every move. Feeling yourself clench from all that teasing, you sink down further again, deep down, letting him stretch you out in all directions. Will reaches for your breasts and massages them while teasing your nipples, making your hips twitch.
“Mm, you feel so good,” you tell him.
You then start rocking back and forth, feeling it out and finding the perfect position and rhythm. It doesn’t take long for you to do as you’ve done this probably literally hundreds of times. Your hips move a little quicker, but not quite enough. Drawing out the tease, you move up and down on him, only letting the head penetrate you before sinking down all the way again, repeating the movements.
Getting impatient, Will grips your hips and keeps you still after you envelope him again, and thrusts up to push himself even deeper. Bracing yourself on his chest feeling his muscles flex under your palms, you let him take over for a bit. He pounds into you from beneath, with so much force you’re practically bouncing on his lap. You help him out by rocking against him. His hands glide behind you and he squeezes your ass, pumping up inside of you.
When he bottoms out, you take the reins again, repositioning yourself so you’re squatting over him. It’s one of his favorite views, watching you spread open for him as he disappears inside you. You slip him back inside and place your hands on his chest for support. Slowly at first, you start bouncing on him. As you pick up speed, you’re quickly reminded your knees aren’t what they used to be.
“Okay, this might’ve been a bad idea,” you laugh as you shift your weight behind you to ease the pressure on your knees and balance yourself.
“I got you, baby.”
Will grips the bottom of your thighs to assist you in dismounting him, but finding yourself in this new sexy position, you start carefully bouncing on him again with your weight mostly on your hips and arms, and with Will’s help, it’s effortless. From the twinkles in his eyes, you can see how mesmerized he is by what’s in front of him.
His hand wanders between your legs and his thumb brushes over your clit, spreading your arousal all around and making your elevated hips stutter. You are getting slicker as your orgasm starts quickly building.
“Mm, look at you, my sexy little mama.”
There he goes again with the ego stroking. You start moving a little faster and Will matches your rhythm, getting his second wind and thrusting up again. In the midst of the excitement, he slips out of you and you nearly crush his cock and balls.
“Whoopsie!”
“Are you okay?” he chuckles.
You nod and attempt to reposition yourself.
“Come here.”
He offers you his hands and you take them. He pulls you up towards him so you’re properly straddling him again with your knees planted on each side of his torso as your body prefers. After pulling you against his chest and stealing a kiss from you, he flips you onto your back and then practically tears his shirt off, tossing it on the floor. He props himself with his tattooed forearms, each of them on either side of your head. His head dips down to latch onto the side of your neck, nipping at the sensitive skin. He then makes his way down and pulls one of your nipples between his teeth, gently tugging on it and swirling his tongue around it.
You sigh as you gyrate against him. His attention turns to the other one, but only briefly. His knees spread your legs wider as he settles in the space, reaching down to align his cock with your opening. He shoves himself deep into you and you grab onto his broad shoulders as he drives into you over and over again. Your gut gets tighter with each stroke so you wrap your legs around his waist and start moving with him.
"You know, you keep complaining you’re getting older, but you sure don't fuck like you are,” you compliment.
Feeling encouraged, he hooks his elbows behind your knees and nearly folds you in half. The new position forces you to release his shoulders and allows him to penetrate you even deeper. Your eyes roll back when he hits your g-spot.
"I still can't believe you're my wife sometimes, even after all these years,” Will tells you, then leans down to capture your lips, slowing his hips for a moment to really savor the kiss.
He picks up the pace and slams into you with purpose. You clench up and instinctively find his hands which are planted beside your head. A few of your fingers hook onto his and you hold on as you chase your release.
“Come on, baby. I know you’re getting close.”
You start to unravel as he continues to pound into you. A cry shoots out of you and one leaves Will shortly after as you both come together. He doesn’t stop moving against you until your orgasms subside, slowing down to a halt.
He collapses on top of you to catch his breath. After a minute or so, he leaves a tender kiss on your forehead before rolling off of you. You turn to him to lay on his chest and he wraps an arm around you. The two of you remain silent as you let your hearts come back down to resting rate.
“You know, there is one thing I do enjoy about growing older,” he starts as his fingers caress your spine.
“Oh yeah? What?” You ask, cuddling against his chest.
“That I’m doing it with you.”
He looks down at you to meet your rolling eyes, but your already glowing face brightens up even more.
“We should implement a date night every Friday. How does that sound?” He asks.
“That sounds wonderful,” you answer with a wide lazy grin.
“I love you so much.”
Before you can respond, Will cranes his neck and lays a passionate kiss on you while pulling you in closer to his body where you remain to have a lazy post-bliss make out session.
once will and mack get together, maybe that’s when the sharks are getting good and in the playoffs and so cat gets on of the wags jackets but the kids version for molly with both of their numbers on it and makes it custom for will and mack.
and she’s bouncing around the rink in her jacket and maybe pig tails with her auntie cat just so happy to watch her daddy and mack play hockey.
Summary: Jay interrupts a burglary at his brother’s house but gets injured. Meanwhile, Y/N goes into labor and they both have to be brought into Med to a worried Will.
Word Count: 1,273
Warnings: canon-typical mentions of guns, mentions of labor, mentions of GSWs
A/N: I wasn’t exactly planning on writing this…? But then… I did? HAHA. I hope you like it! I apologize for any inaccuracies!
WILL HALSTEAD MASTERLIST
“Just wanted to say goodnight.”
You smiled at Will’s words. “We haven’t even had dinner.” You responded.
“But if we get busy tonight I might not be able to call before you sleep.” Will reasoned. “This is my last night shift before the baby comes, so let’s just hang in there a while more okay?”
You nodded, even though he couldn’t see you, unable to stop the smile because he was being cute. “Yeah alright. Be careful and I’ll see you in the morning. Jay will be here soon.”
“Love you.” Will said, before you heard Maggie call his name in the background and he hurriedly hung up.
You put your phone down on the kitchen table before you heard a noise at the front door and frowned. Jay usually rang the doorbell even though he had a key so you felt your wariness rise a little as you stepped out towards the main area where the doorknob was already jiggling.
Not Jay.
Jay climbed out from his truck, reaching into the back for the food he’d promised you and turning towards Will’s house.
He had a half-formed thought in his mind that was thrown out when he realized the curtains were closed.
Jay frowned. You didn’t usually close the curtains until you were going to bed, and definitely not when you were expecting him at any time.
His frown deepened but he headed towards the main door, pausing when he realized the door wasn’t even closed, much less locked, merely resting on the frame. That you most definitely didn't do, not even when he and Will were around.
Jay put the bag he had down next to the main door, reaching for the gun holstered on his waist and nudging the main door open with his foot.
The house seemed quiet, which was even more suspicious so Jay didn’t lower the gun. Until he turned into the dining area and saw you had smashed yourself into a corner.
“Y/N, are you…”
“Jay, behind you!” You yelled. Jay spun back around, turning his back to you once again and almost immediately you heard shots rip through the air. You closed your eyes, your body jumping involuntarily which each shot that resonated through the house that you and Will shared.
Then, silence.
You cracked your eyes open but from where you were standing, shriveled into a corner of your own house, you could only see that both the intruder and Jay were no longer standing.
“Jay?” You tried calling out to him.
There was a silence for a beat and then Jay pushed himself up, closing the gap between himself and the intruder, swiping the gun further away from him. Just in case.
You paused, before you took a shaky step forward.
Jay glanced up at you as you neared him. That's when you saw it - the blood seeping between his fingers as he tried to apply pressure down on the wound on his shoulder. He’d been hit too.
“Y/N, look at me.”
You wrenched your eyes away from the dead man in your house and looked back at your brother-in-law.
“Get me the phone.”
You nodded, glad you and Will kept it within reach and handed it to Jay, your hands still shaking slightly as you felt a weird sensation, something similar to a slight pop, before a trickle of liquid down your legs.
“This is Detective Halstead from Intelligence, Badge number 51163. Responded to a robbery, offender is down but I need a patrol car and a bus…” Jay trailed off as he looked at your face, before he noticed what was happening.
You looked back at him as you felt a clear contraction. “Jay. My water…”
“Two buses. Stat. One gunshot wound, and my sister’s water just broke.”
Will glanced up from where he was standing when the alarms blared and he moved straight to the front like clockwork.
“Jay?”
Jay glanced up at his brother giving him a strained smile. “I’ll be fine. Y/N is right behind me. Go.” His voice was a whisper now and Connor patted Will on the back.
“I got this.” Connor reassured him and Will cast one more look at his younger brother worriedly before he hurried off under Maggie’s directions to get to you.
“We have to deliver now.” The OB doctor on call told Will the moment he opened the door.
“Will… Jay…”
Will shook his head, scooting over to put your hand in his. “It’s okay, he's going to be fine. One thing at a time, alright?”
You groaned as another contraction hit and the OB attending settled herself in front of you.
“Alright, Y/N. Take a deep breath… and push.”
Will stayed with you throughout and the only thing you felt was keeping you grounded was the thought of your son coming, as well as the feeling of Will holding your hand.
And when the doctor finally put your son in your arms and you laid your eyes on him, you couldn’t help the happy tears that slipped down your cheeks.
Will quietly swiped away a tear and pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “Thank you, Y/N.”
You just smiled as Will bent down to press his forehead against yours and you angled your head up so your lips could meet.
Connor had come by to see you and the baby, as well as to assure both of you that Jay was fine. You'd filled Will in about what had happened and after some wheedling, Will had given in and agreed to wheel you both to go see Jay if you promised to stay in the wheelchair.
Jay was already kind of sitting up in bed when Will opened the door and wheeled you in.
“Oh my god, please tell me you’re here to bust me out.” Jay groaned and you hid a laugh.
Will shook his head. “Connor had to bring you into surgery to get the bullet out. And our place is still half a crime scene so all three of you are stuck here for a bit.”
“But both of you are okay?” Jay asked, groaning a little as he shifted and glanced at you.
You smiled. “Thank you, Jay. If you hadn’t come, I… we…”
Jay gave you another smile before he reached out, his hand barely reaching your arm, as he patted it. “Told you, you’re family.”
His eyes now flicked down to the small bundle that was asleep in your arms.
You looked at Will, who nodded. “We wanted you to meet your nephew and your godson.”
Jay’s eyes flicked up to his older brother. “Wait, what?”
Will cocked his head at his younger brother. “The anesthesia should have worn off by now, Jay. You won’t say no to him right?”
Jay smiled. “Of course not.”
Will lifted your son from your arms and put him down in Jay’s good arm. “Meet AJ. Alexander Jay Halstead.”
Jay glanced between you and Will.
“Seriously?”
“Jay.” You said, leaning just a little forward, enough that you were still comfortable and not off the wheelchair like you'd promised Will. “We’re here because of you. AJ’s only safe because of his Uncle Jay. Like you said, family right?”
Will smiled back at his younger brother. “Just promise me the both of you won’t be wheeled into the ED together again. I can’t do that again.”
You smiled and glanced at Jay, as Will reached for your hand.
“I’ll do my best.” Jay answered with a smile, his eyes drifting back to little AJ still comfortably asleep in his Uncle Jay’s arms.
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Not specifically bee farm related, but farm dad Will who makes sure to introduce his daughter to each and every single animal. He'll carry her around the grounds on his hip, walking up to each animal individually so she can name them. He'll only refer to those animals by name.
She has plants that she takes care of, not all bully herself, but close enough. She decides what plant it is, she test the soils, sometimes when she gets older you'll let her rid in the tractor.
