This is heavily unedited, but I needed to post something. So here you go!
You were having an insecure moment. It stemmed from the dream you had last night while you slept alone in his bed for the second night in a row. This dream leading you to have insecure thoughts and doubts about what Connor was feeling.
Connor was CEO of his Production Company and lately, after having produced one of the biggest names in the music industry documentary, business was booming. With interest and projects rapidly flying through his office Connor has become extremely stressed and busy. He can’t even remember the last time he truly had a down moment, with himself or spent with you.
His new assistant Sam has slowly become your best friend. With the amount of times you’re in contact with Sam to figure out Connor’s schedule, and see if you can talk to him between meetings, or the times Sam’s called you for Connor’s holiday schedule.
Everything in Connor’s world seems to be growing and moving a thousand miles a minute, while you’re at a standstill in the corner. You’re in a small selling slump at work. It’s slowly getting closer to holiday time which means every now and then your store has a big sale, but it’s still pretty slow.
You woke up from your nightmare last night still accompanied by cold sheets. It was almost 4 am and Connor still hasn't come home. Sam had called you earlier telling you that Connor should be off at a decent hour and Connor would like for you to be at his place. You weren’t shocked by 11 pm that you were still alone and getting ready for bed.
Your nightmare consisted of Connor’s newest client Madison, the most perfect girl you’d ever seen, and him having some sort of attraction which was causing his late nights. This girl was everything you felt you were. She had the perfect ‘Barbie’ face, skinny body, long legs, long straight hair. When you saw a picture of her and Connor gushing about the music video she wants him to shoot and produce you had a moment of jealousy that you quickly pushed to the dark side of your brain. It seems that’s where you dreams are held, because it’s all you’ve been able to see lately when you shut your eyes for the night.
It seems to be the only dream you can dream when your at Connor’s. Leading you to just stay awake for the rest of the night not wanting to have any visions of Connor with any other girl, dream or not. It broke your heart more and more and slowly made you question everything.
So for a change, and a test in your theories, you headed back to your own apartment after work. Dragging your tired body into the cold home, shivering as you flip the heat and light a candle.
You had done a lot for the night by the time you were ordering pasta and waiting on your delivery. You completed laundry, dishes, cleaned up the bathroom, changed your sheets and reorganized your lotions and perfumes into a cute little display on top of your dresser.
You jumped a bit as your phone started ringing disturbing the nice silence you were in. You picked up the device, shocked to see that it was Connor’s name running across your screen. He hasn’t called you in days, usually making Sam do it for him. You actually haven’t spoken to him at all today, and it was just then that you noticed that you hadn’t. No texts, no voicemails, no stupid memes through Insta.
“Hello?” You answered, weary that he might just be butt dialling you.
“Baby?”
“Um yeah?” Your brows furrowed.
“Where are you?” He asked.
“Home?” You responded, confused at his sudden interest.
“No, you’re not here.”
“I’m at my home.”
“Did Sam not call you this morning?”
“He did.” You nod, remembering Sam’s call about Connor wanting you to be at his tonight.
“So…?”
“Well it wasn’t the first time I’d had that request this week, and frankly I didn’t believe him when he said you’d be off at a decent hour.”
Connor doesn’t respond for a moment, and you bite your lip nervously while you wait.
“Can I come over then? I’m off tonight, and I wanna see you Baby. I missed you.”
“Um sure, if you’d like.”
“I’d love to.” You feel like you can hear his smile. “Have you eaten? Can I bring you dinner?”
“I ordered pasta, it should be here soon.”
“Oh.” He responds, knowing that you hate ordering food because you despise the awkward interaction of answering the door and taking your food from someone else. “Wanna change it to pick up and I’ll get it on my way?”
“No I’m okay.”
Connor stands dumbfounded in his living room. You were at your apartment, he couldn’t remember the last time you’d actually stayed at your place, you practically lived with him. You were ordering yourself food, and not asking him to get it for you.
“Okay well I’ll see you 10?”
“Okay.”
“I love you.”
“Mhm.” You hung up on him.
Connor stared at his phone in awe when his phone beeped at him and the call ended. He knew something was wrong. That he’d done something wrong, or that you were upset about something and that left him feeling a bit anxious. He wasn’t paying attention to what he was packing all he knew was that he was throwing clothes into a bag and was out the door on his way to your place within minutes of your phone call.
He actually ended up beating your delivery driver.
“Hi Baby.” He greeted when you opened the door for him.
“Hi.” You smiled, allowing him to kiss your cheek and hug you loosely.
He watched with curious eyes as you shut the door behind him and tidied up the shoe bin by the door. You were putting a pair of flats away in your closet when someone knocked at your door. Connor answered for you and took your bag of food, paying for it and the tip. He was just shutting the door when you walked back out.
“Oh, here let me get my wall-”
“I got it Baby.” He smiled, walking past you to the kitchen to get you all dished up.
You watched him as he unboxed your meal, transferring the food from the plastic containers to your plates. He set your food down on the table and held the chair out for you with a cute little smile. You simply took a seat and dug into your food as he sat across from you.
“Y/n?” He whispered when you refused to make eye contact with him.
“Hmm?”
“What’s wrong?”
You looked up with big eyes and stared at him. “What?”
“What’s wrong? What happened? Why weren’t you at my place tonight?”
“I wanted to come home.”
“But, I’m sorry if I’m jumping the gun here, but I thought that my place was home?” He asks softly, reaching for your hand.
You let him take it, and stare at his thumb that rubs soothingly back and forth across your knuckles.
“Baby?” He whispers.
What he doesn’t expect is for you to look up with tearful eyes and a deep frown splayed across your mouth.
“Baby, what’s wrong?” He rushes to crouch next to you, holding both of your hands.
“I had a nightmare.” Is all you can sob out.
He reaches out and pulls you from the chair down into his lap so he can hold you tightly.
“When?”
“Everyday this week.”
“Oh Baby.” He coos, rocking you back and forth. “What was it about?”
“You.” You sob into his shoulder, shuddering breaths in and out.
“Me?” He pulls back to make eye contact with you.
“You-you-you-you”
“Breathe Baby.”
“You” You take a deep breath, “You didn’t want me anymore, you wanted-wanted-wanted- Madison.”
All the wind has been knocked from Connor’s lungs. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing.
“Baby,” He sighs, “Of course I want you. I only want you. I love you.”
You just sob harder. “I was becoming worried that maybe you were bored, that you didn’t want to be with me anymore. That you were staying late at the office because you didn’t want to go home. So I thought maybe I’d just go back to mine so you could finally go back to yours.”
“Y/n L/n.” Connor holds your face so you have to look at him. “I am not bored.” He shakes his head. “I want to be with your forever. I was staying late at the office because I wanted to get done with Madison’s video so I could be done with her business and let one of the new investors take her business.” He explains. “I thought the quicker I could get it done the quicker I could be with you, and you wouldn’t have to worry about her. Even though there’s nothing to worry about. I only will ever have eyes for you.” He smiles, kissing your nose softly. “Baby, if I had it my way there wouldn’t be a ‘your place’ or a ‘my place’ there would only be ‘our place’ because I absolutely hate coming home to an apartment that you’re not in.”
You pout at him, staring at his eyes, trying to read his expression.
“I want you Babygirl.” He whispers. “I’ll only ever want you. I promise you that.”
“Yeah?”
“I have-” He sighs. “I have the weekend set up for us to look at houses. It was supposed to be a surprise but you need to know how committed I am to you. I have the first place booked for 9 tomorrow morning.”
“Connor.”
“And there will always be an ‘us’ because the future for us is coming sooner than you think.” He makes a show of kissing your left ring finger.
“Connor David.” You sit up straight.
“Yes ma’am, this won’t be bare for long.”
“Stop.” You cover his mouth, groaning in disgust when he licks your palm.
“I’m just trying to tell you how I am here for you. And how you don’t ever need to dream about me leaving you for someone else. I’m yours, you’re mine. That’s all we need to be okay. No matter where we are, what we’re doing, where we’re going, as long as we’re together then we’ll be okay. I love you so much.”
“I love you too.” You smile, wiping your tears away.
“I’m sorry I made you doubt that. I’m sorry that I let you go to bed alone. I’m sorry that you felt like you couldn’t stay with me.”
“It’s okay.”
“It’s not, it’s not okay. I’ll work on making that up to you. Now you need to get and hydrate so I can prove to you all night long how sorry I am and how much I love you.”
“Connor.” You gasp when he lifts you up into your chair and pushes your plate closer.
“Eat while I get the tub ready.” He grins, leaving a hot kiss to your neck before walking away.
You sighed as you flopped on the couch, conveniently on the cushion Connor’s arm was slung over. He grinned, curling his arm around your shoulder and pulling you into his body.
“Hey Baby.” He whispered, planting a long smooch to your temple.
It’d been a long night. With Myles catching a cold from preschool and needing constant nose blowing help and wrangling him into taking cough medication, then to Bella having a total meltdown when it came to bed time, you were completely exhausted.
“Hey.” You sighed, curling into his warm body, nosing into his neck.
“You okay?”
“Yeah, I’ve just had this headache all day and her screaming for the past hour didn’t help.”
“Babe,” He whines, “You should have told me I would have given you Myles.” He groans.
You smile, kissing his warm skin quickly before resting your head on his shoulder and staring at the TV screen that was showing the basketball game highlights.
“Hold on.” He hums, kissing your pouting lips before jumping up and rushing to the kitchen.
You pull the blanket that’s folded on the end of the couch over to your lap, unfolding it and rolling yourself into it. Connor returns minutes later carrying a glass of water in his right hand, a glass of wine in his left, theres a beer bottle tucked between his ribs and his elbow and you can hear a rattle of something from the pocket of his basketball shorts.
His smile lights up his whole face when you perk up at the sight of him, leaning forward. He sets the glasses on the coffee table in front of you, grabbing his beer before he drops it and setting that down too. You watch as he sits next to you again, pulling your headache medicine bottle from the pocket of his shorts. He shakes out two pills and hands them to you, pushing the glass of water towards you.
“You didn’t have to get me these Babe, I was about to.”
“I got it, you handled Bella all on your own the least I can do it take care of you. It’s kind of my job as your husband.”
You blush at his words, shaking your head before taking your meds. You set your glass of water back down and reach for the wine before he stops you.
“Ah ah ah.” He swats playfully at your hand. “Drink all of your water Miss.”
You giggle but play along, “But I don’t want to!”
He smiles, picking up your glass and holding it out to you. “You can have your wine once you finish your water.”
“That’s all I get? Is wine?”
“And I’ll give you a kiss.”
“Deal!”
He laughs as he watches you chug the water making a show of slamming the glass down and turning to him with puckered lips.
“Holy fuck I love you.” He giggles before giving your very much deserved kiss.
“Thanks I love you too.” You respond once he’s pulled away. “Can I have my wine now?”
“You can have anything you want.” He mutters, grabbing his beer as you grab your wine before settling you back into his chest as he focuses on the the TV again.
It’s been exactly 20 minutes since you sat down when you hear Bella crying. You whine, turning into Connor’s shoulder. “I was really hoping she’d be down for awhile.”
“I got her.” He hums, patting your shoulder so he could get up.
“But I’m on Bella duty.” You protest.
It wasn’t a lie that you and Connor are trying the whole tag team with the kids. Now that you have two your on man to man defense, and if you didn’t play that way it could get chaotic and stressful.
“It’s okay Baby, I got her.”
“Are you sure?”
“Totally.” He nods, setting his beer down and standing up to climb the stairs.
“I’m so going to blow you tonight.” You muttered as he walked away. He looked back over his shoulder, eyes significantly darker.
“Fuck I love being married.” He whispered to himself as he climbed the stairs closer to the blood curdling screams. “Bella,” He sighed as he opened the door. “Girly, you making your Mama crazy.”
She calmed a little at his voice but still whimpered as she stood in her crib, tears clinging to her long lashes.
“Honey you need to go nigh nigh,” He whispered. “That’s why you’re crying, because you’re tired.” He reached down and laid her back down in her crib but she started screaming again. “Babygirl,” He shushed her. “Isabella you need to breathe.”
Connor looked around, and then shook the corner of her crib to test how sturdy it was. Seemingly satisfied with how it didn’t budge he did the only thing he could think to do. He swung a leg over the rail of the crib and climbed in. He scooted to the side and laid on his back while Bella climbed up on his chest.
“Is that what you wanted?” He asked when she instantly stopped crying. “You just wanted cuddles from Daddy?”
She whimpered and clutched his shirt but her eyes fluttered closed while she took a few deep breaths.
Connor stayed and rubbed her back, looking up at the ceiling. Before he knew it his eyes were feeling droopy and he let them shut and sleep pull him to his dreamland.
**
You roused from your tiny nap when the news flashed with a weather report. You sat up disoriented, looking around and squinting to read the time on the bottom right hand corner of the TV. How was it 11:57pm already?
You leaned for the remote to turn the TV down when you noticed Connor’s full beer still sitting on the coffee table. Standing up you peeked into his office down the hall and saw the lights were off and he wasn’t there.
“Connor?” You whispered, shutting the TV off completely, heading off to search for him.
You start climbing the stairs slowly, sleep still aching your joints.
You look down the hall where Bella’s room was open. You tip toe closer and peek inside not seeing him in the rocking chair. You shut the door behind you and continue your search coming up short in Myles room, the laundry room, and your bedroom. You dial his number after you’ve checked the entire house and come up empty.
You can hear his ‘Friends’ theme song ringer going off and you start walking closer down the hall as it gets louder. Your brows furrow as you open Bella’s room again, taking a step in this time and finding the most soft thing in the world.
There passed out holding his daughter on his chest was Connor David Brashier in Isabella’s crib. You snicker lightly as you take a picture and then quickly put your phone away to wake him.
You nudge his arm, trying your hardest not to scare him since he was holding Bella. You caress his cheek, smiling when his eyes flutter open.
“Hi Baby.” He smiles, face all sleepy swollen.
You coo, “Hi Hon.” You whisper.
“Whatcha doing?” He mumbles.
“Honey,” You rub your thumb on his cheek. “Don’t freak out.”
“Okiii” He smiles.
“You fell asleep, and you’re holding Bella.”
At this his eyes widen, finally becoming totally aware that he wasn’t dreaming. His head whips up as he looks to his chest where Bella is asleep. “Oh my god.” He whisper cries. “I can’t believe I fell asleep!” He looks to you with horror in his eyes. “I could have rolled on her!”
“You didn’t.” You shake your head, still rubbing his cheek.
“Oh my-”
“Shh, lets get you out of there and off to bed Sleepy Boy.”
He slowly shifts Bella onto the mattress and carefully climbs out of the crib. You take his hand leading him to your bedroom to get ready for bed. When you step into the bathroom you hear him exit the room for a moment. When you start pulling the covers on the bed back he reenters.
“Where’d you go?”
“Double checking the house was locked.” He hums, sliding past you to check and make sure both baby monitors for Myles and Bella were on. Once he’s checked everything and plugged his phone in he sheds his jeans and t shirt and climbs into bed after you.
“You’re an amazing father.” You rub his back as he tries to get comfortable.
“Yeah?” He asks softly.
“The absolute best, I think I completely melted when I found you with her.”
He grins when he feels your arms snake around his torso. He grabs your hand, pulling you closer so your flush against his back. When he feels your bare chest to his bare back his eyes pop open.
“Are you topless right now?”
“Yeah, are you ready to go to sleep or did you want to....”
He rolls over in an instant, rolling you under him so he’s hovering over you.
“Fuck I love you.” He grins, leaning down to kiss your neck.
This time around, you two weren’t interrupted when you needed a moment with each other.
July 13th, his 20th birthday. That night was the reason why you were here today. If that night wouldn’t have happened you wouldn’t have peed on a stick this morning, it wouldn’t have been positive and you wouldn’t be sitting on the bed at your OBGYN’s clinic awaiting for her results.
You’ve been best friends with Connor since you both were 7. That was 13 years of friendship. 13 years of listening to him go on about photography, 13 years of supporting him and his dreams no one else really supported when he first got started in high school.
It was also 13 years of being asked how long you two had been in a relationship.
Girls and boys can be best friends without falling in love. Or well, that’s what you always said to everyone when they asked. You’d been in love with Connor since you were 17, but you knew he’d never feel the same, so you kept that feeling pushed way back into your brain.
Connor was there for you through every boyfriend, just like you were for his girlfriends. The heartbreak and the first time discussions after the fact.
“Alright,” The Doctor walks in after tapping on the wooden door with her knuckle twice. “So your positive was correct, you are pregnant.”
You sighed, shoulders sinking. “Really?”
“Yep, really really pregnant.” She smiles, handing you a few brochures. “Let’s go over your options.”
You look up with wide eyes, horror running through your veins and emotions.
“Let’s not, thanks Doc, but I’m already attached to this kid, and if you knew the Dad you would be too.”
She smiles, nodding but telling you to take the brochures just in case.
She refers you to one of her colleagues who’s an Obstetrician with her practice and can take you through your pregnancy and birth.
You take the information she gave you and leave with a small smile and a polite wave goodbye to her front office receptionist. Once you’re back in your car you let the new totally settle in.
You were having a baby, with Connor, at age 19 and 20. Super cool.
On Connor’s birthday everything went a little crazy. Shawn threw a rager, wanting to celebrate his newest addition to his team, and his friend who was turning the big 2 0. He flew you out to where they were so you could be there to celebrate and surprise Connor.
Everyone went a little crazy, everyone.
Brian was so blacked out that he took Alessia back to his room with him, forgot that he invited her in, and called Shawn from the bathroom freaking out that she’d followed him home. (Even though we were all in the same hotel)
Shawn was the only one that didn’t go hard. Knowing he had shows and other obligations like filming music videos and meeting up with Chance the Rapper. He supervised, and not well, but had a blast watching everyone be stupid and make fools of themselves.
Connor was a clingy needy drunk, so throughout the night he just became more and more glued to your side. He hadn’t seen you in months, and missed you so much. It all started when he wanted to dance to the slow songs with you, hands on your hips, holding you close. You fell into his embrace, missing being held in such a way, and feeling so safe with Connor. He planted a few kisses to your neck, and one just behind your ear learning very quickly that that was your weak spot.
After you let out a shaky moan of his name, tucking your fingers into his hair, you were a goner. You both quickly found your way back to his room, falling on the bed nakedly exploring the other between the sheets.
By morning? You both swore to never speak of it again, pretend like nothing happened, and move on. Everything was normal, it literally was like nothing happened. He still picked on you, you still gave him shit in front of the guys, but you both were still there for the other in ways no one else could be.
You clicked on his contact; ‘Bri’s lil bitch C David Brash”
Brian really changed Connor’s name in your phone to the best thing you’d ever seen, you wouldn’t dare change it.
“Whattup?” He answered on the third ring, and suddenly, you’re emotional.
“Hey,” You choke out, looking around trying to distract your brain.
“What’s wrong?” His side of the phone shuffles, and becomes marginally quieter.
“Nothing,” You whisper, “What are you doing?”
“I’m talking to you, tell me what’s wrong?”
“It’s nothing Con.”
“You’re upset though, I can hear it.”
“When do you come home again?”
“I come home next week, I have to meet my counselor and then register for classes. I get into town on Monday, and I leave Friday.”
You nod, knowing full well he can’t see you. “Can we meet on Monday?”
You need to tell him, and you won’t keep this a secret from him longer than you have too.
“Um yeah, I fly in at like 8, wanna meet for coffee and breakfast or something?”
“Yeah perfect.”
“Okay…..? Ready to tell me what’s wrong yet?” He asks.
You sigh, “I should let you go, you’re probably busy.”
“No, hey,” He protests. “I wanna talk, I miss you.”
You smile, insides running warm when you hear his voice say those words. “I miss you too Baby Brash.”
You can hear him sigh and you can practically see him rolling his eyes. “So you watched the newest video?”
“Of course I did, got your post notifications on.”
“No you don’t.”
“No you’re right, I don’t, I have Shawn’s on.”
At this he laughs, like a snort and everything and it makes you feel good, to be able to get him to laugh like that again, to hear that laugh.
“Brashier, we gotta go!” Brian yells at him in the background.
“You’re literally standing behind me, why you gotta yell?”
“Because I felt like pissing you off.” Brian snickers. “Who you on the phone with? Gots a girlyfriend?” Something must happen on Connor’s side of the phone because suddenly all you can hear is boys yelling.
“Connor that’s the fourth girl you’ve been on the phone with today!”
“There is no hot sex going on over here!”
“PASS THE WEED MAN!”
“Shut the fuck up!” Connor’s voice is back, “Jesus it’s just Y/n, could you…?”
“But we wanna say hi!” Shawn and Brian whine.
You giggle and blush a little at the attention.
Connor shuffles the phone, and then you can barely hear him, he’s really muffled but you make it out. “She’s upset about something, so could you fucking leave for a minute. I was getting her to talk and then you fuckers walked in.” A few seconds later and he’s back crystal clear. “Okay they left, you still there Honey?”
“You didn’t need to kick them out.”
“But I wanna talk to you.”
“They just wanted to say hi.”
“But you’re my best friend.” He whines, “They’d steal all your attention.”
“You need to go, I’ll see you next week okay?”
“Okay, love you kid.” He says softly.
“Love you too Brash.”
**
He walks in, looking all nerdy cute, face down into his phone.
iMessage from Bri’s lil bitch C David Brash: Im here where u is
“If you ever looked up from your phone you’d know I’m here too Bitch.” You say from your table, laughing when he jumps and looks over at you.
“You scared the shit out of me.” He laughs, smiling really wide when you stand and give him a big hug. “Fuck I missed you Kid.” He sighs into your neck, letting your scent relax his stressed out mind.
“Missed you too.”
He takes the seat across from you, thanking you for the coffee you already had ordered and sat in front of his seat on the table. He takes a sip as you take a deep breath and shut your eyes to give yourself that last push of encouragement.
“Connor?”
“Yeah?”
“I’m pregnant.” You blurt.
It’s then that you realize your eyes are still closed, opening them one at a time to see his reaction. It’s comical almost, the sight of him, jaw dropped, eyes bugging, body frozen.
You give it a moment, a second to really settle into his brain, you needed to do the same when you found out. Hell, you’re still doing that.
He clears his throat, shakes his head a bit, but his eyes continue to flare out at you.
“Excuse me?” He croaks.
“I’m pregnant,” You nod, watching him nod with you. “And it’s yours.”
He hums, and continues to stare at you. You take a sip of your decaf coffee, wincing at the weird taste.
“Fuck man, I don’t know if I can handle 9 months of decaf, that shit is gross as hell.”
This seems to snap Connor out of whatever daze he was in.
“You’re being real right now?” He looks around, “Is Brian here filming me? Is this a prank or something? You got me, you got my reaction, turn it off now.”
You sigh, worried he would think something like that. You just sit there, staring at him.
“You’re being real?!?” He says with persistence in his voice, leaning closer to you.
“That night we swore to never speak of again? Well, we’ll be talking for at least the next 18 years.” You shrug.
He’s still in shock, just staring at you with a glazed over glance. You just nod and smile a little at him, trying to coax him through his shock.
“I-” He gapes, “Um, we...I...condom!”
You giggle, shaking your head at him while rolling your eyes. “Really? That’s what you’re gonna do? Blurt ‘condom’ out like it’ll fix everything?”
“But I used one!” He’s becoming defensive. Snapping at you in ways he’s done in the past when he’s stressed to the brim and can’t control his emotions. You can count the amount of times snapped at you on one hand.
“They’re only 98% effective, if that, Connor. Or maybe it broke or something. It happened, and I’m pregnant.”
“No! We can’t, a baby?”
You take a deep breath, trying to tell yourself that he’s just in shock and that he’s gonna be happy about this, someday. He doesn’t mean the way he’s reacting right now.
“How are you calm right now?” He asks in shrill.
“I don’t know Connor, life happens. It’s not perfect but we’ll figure it out.” You shrug, raising your voice a little to match his level.
“Fucking shit,” He tugs at his hair, face grimancing as he groans.
You sigh, grabbing your purse, collecting your phone and coffee and stand to leave. His head whips up when you stand, and he watches as you straighten out your shorts before starting to walk away.
“No, don’t go.” He pleads.
“Talk to me when this settles Connor. I can’t be here to watch you freak out. My hormones are all sorts of fucked up right now and I’m trying to stay positive about this whole thing but your reaction isn’t helping.”
He gets up and follows you out of the coffee shop, racing to meet you at your car before you can leave.
“Wait, talk to me, please.” He blocks your door so you can’t close it.
You look up, tears in your eyes that tear his heart apart. “We really did turn into Ross and Rachel huh? Just like everyone said throughout high school. Except we won’t end up together, we’ll always be the Ross and Rachel before they got together.”
He shakes his head, “I’m your lobster.”
**
Connor sits on your couch three days later. This was the first chance he’d been able to actually come over, any other conversations have been over the phone or text message since your meeting at the coffee shop.
It’s kind of awkward, the both of you sitting in silence as you try to not bring up the elephant in the room.
“I’m sorry,” You clear your throat, wincing as you lean forward and start this conversation. “I’m sorry that I up and left you on Monday. That wasn’t cool. I dropped a big ass bomb on you, something we would have never expected in a million years, and then just got up and left you alone. My hormones are whacked out right now but that’s not an excuse. So I’m sorry for being a shitty friend and making you go through that shock alone.”
“Hey,” He shakes his head, turning towards you on the couch, scooting closer. “Don’t be sorry. I was kind of being a jackass. I shouldn’t have flipped out like that.”
You sigh, smiling up at him. “I missed you, a lot.”
His hand falls on top of yours, fingers intertwining. “I missed you so much, you have no idea.” He sighs, letting his eyes rake over you for a moment, imagining what you’ll look like with a baby bump. “How the hell am I supposed to leave for tour?”
“Just go, I’m not due until May. You’ll be back in December, that’s plenty of time.”
“You’re pregnant, I want to be here for appointments, picking out and setting up the crib, cravings, all of it!”
You smile, reaching over and caressing his cheek. “Then talk to Shawn, sit down with Cez, explain it to Brian because he’ll lose his shit if you leave him without a solid reason behind it. We’ll figure it out, and make do.” You shrug.
He nods, leaning into your hand a little. “You always make everything better.”
“That’s because I know you Connor David,” You tap his cheek twice, “I know how to handle you.”
He grins, rolling his eyes before flopping back into the corner of your couch he’s claimed as his. “Have you told your mom yet?” He asks, throwing your fluffy white and black throw blanket over his lap.
“No,” You sigh, kicking your feet up and relax across from him on your sectional. He smirks as you take a breath, reaching over and grabbing your feet to give you a foot massage. “What are you doing?”
“Gotta get used to pampering you, might as well get a head start.” He murmurs. “Are you scared to tell your mom?”
“I mean not really. It’s not the ideal situation I was hoping for when I thought about having kids. But like, I can’t complain. I’m honored to have your kid Con, I think I got lucky when it comes to the baby daddy part of this.”
He tilts his head, looking over at you with a blush on his cheeks.
“I guess you could say I got pretty lucky with the baby mama part.” He mutters, watching you from under his lashes, grinning when you roll your eyes and throw your head back to hide the apparent blush forming across your cheeks.
**
Your guest bedroom that once used to be your small library and office area has now been bombarded with camera gear, a full sized bed covered in basic grey sheets and a black comforter.
Connor spoke with Shawn and Cez the first chance he had when he got back to tour. He explained the situation, as awkward and unexpected it is, and expressed his need to be home more for you and his unborn child.
Both were very understanding to him and his needs, granting him a week off a month ensuring that he’d still be able to get enough footage but also time at home. It also gave Shawn and the crew a moment of peace and not having to worry about cameras so much, not that Connor is like the crazy paps.
But now that Connor will be home once a month it made sense that he move into your spare room instead of having to stay with his parents or pay for a place he really wouldn’t see all that often. It was the perfect set up, to be there and help you when you need it.
You two were still adjusting to living together, or with another human (of the different sex).
You walked into the apartment from class, stopping short when the first thing you saw in your kitchen was Connor, in only his black Calvins.
“Bro,” You shield your eyes setting your backpack on your bar stool, “Can you wear pants?”
Connor looks over at the sound of your voice, a slice of cheese between his fingers, munching on a bite. He looks down, and then back up to you holding a hand over your eyes.
“I’m in boxers, I’m not naked.”
“No one wants to see your dick though,” You shake your head, grinning as you say, “Been there, done that.”
He chuckles, leaning closer to you and peeling your hands away from your eyes so you can see his smug smile. “You weren’t complaining then.”
Your jaw drops and you blush as he raises an eyebrow at you. “Well,” You stutter, “I mean,” He smiles, getting the best reaction out of you. “Shut up, go put clothes on!” You smack his arm shooing him to his room.
**
You both were getting really good and creative with ways to hiding your pregnancy. The only people who knew were the team, and family. Not even friends from your high school knew.
The issue with hiding this was the fact that Connor was gaining a lot of attention from Shawn’s fans. You didn’t blame them, no matter what brought them to become a fan of his, it at least brought more attention to his work and was getting him that much more popular. This just meant that you had to take hiding your pregnancy to a whole new level.
For a while you were able to just wear some big sweatshirts to cover the smallest bump you had. When sweatshirts weren’t able to work so much you then resorted to really flowy shirts and a big purse you could always swing in front of your belly.
There was even one time that Connor and the whole crew were in town. They had invited you to lunch since no one had seen you since Connor told everyone. But at the end of lunch the manager came to tell the group that the paparazzi had followed Shawn and his own lunch date.
You were panicked while everyone just rolled their eyes and grumbled about how someone had probably called them so pictures of Shawn and his date could be taken. You looked to Connor and gulped as he laughed with Brian about a meme he was showing him.
“Y/n, you okay?” Shawn asked from across the table.
He was always so kind, and it boggled your mind how he could always see everyone, even when there were thousands in front of him, he could see everyone and notice every mood change.
Connor looked over after Shawn’s question and noticed your worried expression.
“Um, I’m,” You looked down at your shirt that very clearly showed off your small baby bump. “We haven’t told-”
“Oh shit,” Connor mumbled now noticing what you were referring too. “Fuck they’re gonna get pictures of us.” He looked to Shawn.
“I totally forgot,” Shawn rubs his forehead. “I’m so sorry you guys.”
“Do you have anything to like hide behind?” Brian asked.
“No, I didn’t bring a jacket because it’s so nice out.” You shake your head.
“Actually,” Connor cringes, looking at Josiah. “Do you still have your pocket reflector?”
Josiah nods, handing it to Connor.
“We’ll head out first, and then you guys go with Brian and maybe they’ll won’t pay you much attention. We’ll take a walk down the block or something.” Shawn stands, giving you an apologetic smile before walking out with his date.
You look to Connor and Brian as Connor is unfolding the reflector that creates a decent sized circle. You just laugh out loud when he offers it to you.
“What?” He asks.
“What the fuck am I supposed to do with this?” You laugh taking it from him. “It definitely doesn’t look like I’m hiding anything.” You’re sarcastic tone makes the boys chuckle.
“Here,” Brian hands Connor an old disposable camera. “Pretend like you’re taking my picture as we walk to the car so it looks like she’s actually using it.”
You just laugh harder and so do the boys at this elaborate plan to cover your pregnant belly.
**
At 5 months your little one is now starting to move. You’re really uncomfortable at the moment, in the stages of dealing with pregnancy and the symptoms.
Tonight is no different, if anything, it’s worse. Baby Brash (literally) has the hiccups and it’s causing your belly to move every 30 seconds or so. So sleeping at the moment isn’t a reality. Finding a comfortable spot to fall asleep isn’t a reality either.
iMessage from Papa 👶: Stop moving, I can hear your bed springs, lord help our child when you get laid.
You rolled your eyes at Connor’s message. He changed his name in your phone when he finally saw what you had him under. He even changed your name in his phone to ‘Mama 👶’ with the baby emoji.
iMessage to Papa👶 : Tell your child to stop moving so much then
You watched as he read the message, but frowned a little when he didn’t start responding. You jumped when your bedroom door creaked open, revealing Connor in a worn white t shirt and plaid pajama pants.
“Hey you,” He crawls into your bed, shuffling under your covers with you. “Hey Kid,” He smiles, leaning down to plant a small kiss to your belly. “Stop moving in there so Mama can go to sleep. She’s keeping me up because you’re keeping her up.”
You roll your eyes again, glaring at him. “Really?”
“You told me to tell the kid.” He shrugs.
His hands have found their way to your belly, rubbing soothing circles in hopes of calming his baby down and lulling you to sleep.
You sigh and let your eyes flutter close.
“What hurts tonight?” He whispers.
“My hips and back.”
“Roll to your side for me.”
You do as told, and moan a little when he starts massaging at your tender hips. Your lower back is so tired and your hips are sore.
He keeps rubbing and tracing designs on your skin until your breathing evens out. He rolls away a little to go back to his room before your rolling towards him, and resting your head on his chest.
“Don’t go.” You whine.
**
His whole life flashed before his eyes when he got the call. His whole life.
That’s the only words running through his mind.
His whole life.
“What did she say?” Brian as he drove to the airport.
“She said that she was being transported to the hospital and because she’s pregnant they wanted to take her in for more testing just to double check that everything was okay.”
“And what happened again?”
“She was driving home from work, her light went green and she proceeded through the intersection when some dipshit in a fucking truck ran the red and hit the back of her car, sounds like it’s totaled but luckily he just hit her trunk, so she wasn’t hurt to much.”
“She’s okay though right?” Brian asked again.
“As far as I know, but I’ll keep you updated. Just tell everyone else for me okay?”
“Of course man. Just go take care of her and that Baby.”
Connor takes a shaky breath as he looks out the window.
“Connor,” Brian said, surprising him by using his full name. “You need to breathe.”
“My whole life was in that car Brian, my whole life was sitting in the driver's seat of that car, and-”
“You need to breathe Connor.”
“I’m trying!” He snaps at Brian, “But I’m freaking out! My girl and our baby were in an accident today and I’m not there with them! So please forgive me if I’m a little scared and panicked.”
“I know you are, you just gotta stay calm. Positive thoughts lead to positive outcomes.”
“You really need to stop doing that weird fucking yoga thing with Shawn. It’s changing you man.” Connor jokes, trying to lighten his own mood.
**
By the time Connor’s landed you’re already home and resting. He bursts into the apartment like a bat out of hell, slamming the door and flipping the lock before throwing his bag to the ground and racing to your room.
“Jesus, be a little louder why don’t you.” You comment when he falls into your room.
“Are you okay? What did the doctor say? Is our Bean okay?” He throws himself onto your bed, hands instantly searching for your ever growing bump.
“We’re okay.” You whisper, threading your fingers through his hair to calm him down. “I told you we were fine and that you didn’t need to come home.”
“Right,” He scoffs. “Like I was just gonna stay miles away from you after you’ve been in an accident.”
“But we’re okay! You’re parents, my parents, our siblings, everyone was there with me. Really we’re okay.”
“Okay, okay.” He nods, laying down with his head beside your big belly, rubbing and tapping at it, smiling when he feels a few kicks. “My Bean is kicking?” He looks up at you.
“Yeah, has been for a week or so.”
“Why didn’t you say so?”
“Well,” You frown, looking away. “To be honest I planned on pretending that the first time Bean kicked when you were home next was the first time so you didn’t feel like you were missing out on anything.”
Connor smiles at you, shaking his head and leaning up to plant a kiss to your cheek. “Thank you for planning to lie to me.”
You giggle, before shifting to sit up more. You reach for the papers on your bedside table and hand them to Connor.
“What’s this?” He asks, looking down. His face falls, frown dropping his lips eyes looking up at you. “What is this? Why are you handing me this?”
“I think we need to talk about it.” You shrug.
“Not right now.”
“Connor this is serious, it’s not just us anymore. We’re having a kid, we need to have a Will drawn up.”
“I understand that, but I don’t wanna talk about it right now.”
“Connor, in the event that something happens to one of us, we need to know what the other wants.”
“Stop, stop, stop talkin’ like that!”
“Connor,”
“Please,” He tugs at his hair, “Please not right now. I understand we need to know, I get that and we’ll have it drawn up but I don’t want to talk about it right now. All my nightmares came true today.” He looks at you with sad eyes. “I haven’t told you this, but lately I’ve been having a few nightmares that something happens to you and our Bean, and I’m not there to help you or protect you.” He shakes his head, eyes squeezed shut. “And that happened to me today. You both were in an accident, and I wasn’t here.”
“Connor,” You say again.
“I get it!” He snaps. “But I don’t like the thought of losing you okay? I’m fucking in love with you, and I don’t really have you, but I thought I lost you when I got that call. So can we stop talking like this for the day? Please? Please can you give my heart a moment?”
You stare up at him with wide eyes, your heart rate picking up at his words.
“You’re what?” You whisper, caressing his cheek.
“Huh?”
“You’re in love with me?”
His eyes go wide in panic now that he’s realized what he’s said.
“Are you being serious?”
“Yeah?” He nods.
“Why haven’t you said anything!” You slap his arm.
“I don’t know, you never-”
“I’ve been in love with you since Junior year!” You keep slapping his arm.
“Stop hitting me!” He grabs your hands, interlocking your fingers.
“You never said anything!”
“Neither did you!” He responds.
**
Things were different now, you still hadn’t really said officially what you two were now, but it was this weird in between stage of best friend and boyfriend.
He would kiss you sometimes, and always hold your hand, he’d even let a few pet names slip, but when asked by others he still referred to you as his best friend.
It confused you to no end, because now that something changed he’s moved into your room, claiming that he would just sneak in every night anyway, and now you had room for a nursery.
“Babe?” He called from the nursery, seated criss cross on the ground, staring up at the ceiling while waiting for your response. “BABE?”
“What?” You call back, walking down the hall to the laundry room.
“Can you bring me a water?”
“Really? You can’t get it yourself?”
“I’m building the crib!”
“I’m doing your laundry!” You yell back, leaning against the dryer, rolling your eyes at his request.
“Please?” He asks softly. When you don’t respond he resorts to baby talk he knows you can’t resist. “Pweety Pwease? I’ll give you kisses.”
You groan, waddling down the hall to the kitchen, grabbing him a cucumber mint flow from the fridge, and grabbing yourself a watermelon lime one. You make your way to the nursery, throwing him the water before taking a seat in the new rocking chair Shawn bought you guys.
“How you doing there Pretty Mama?” He smiles looking over at you.
“I’m tired, and big.” You whine, looking down at your very pregnant belly.
“I think you look really pretty.” He blushes, looking back at the crib.
“You owe me kisses.” You pout.
“Do I?” He looks at you, “What if I was crossing my fingers?”
You gasp, furrowing your brows and crossing your arms across your chest. “That’s so mean. You’re pregnant best friend just waddled her way to the kitchen and back to bring you your precious water and you won’t give her kisses like you promised?”
He’s up on his knees crawling towards you. “Girlfriend.” He hums setting his hands on your thighs so he can lean closer.
“What?”
“You mean my pregnant girlfriend.” He corrects you.
“Do I?” You asked softly, biting your lip as you stare into those blue eyes.
“I sure hope so.” He whispers.
“Is that what I am? Your girlfriend?”
He pulls back a little, brows furrowing in confusion. “What do you mean? I thought-”
“Yeah me too but then you told the guy at the baby shop that I was your best friend.”
He sighs, hanging his head. “It’s so natural, or I don’t know, programmed in my head to introduce you that way. But I thought we turned into something more when we confessed.”
“Me too, but when you did that it through me off.”
“Babe,” He smiles, rubbing his hands up your legs, “We live together, we sleep in the same bed, we kiss, we love, we laugh, we fight, we’re pregnant.” He let’s his right hand wander to your belly. “I consider you my girlfriend. I hope you consider me your boyfriend.”
“I do.”
“So then why are you pouting?”
“Because I really want kisses.”
“Oh my goodness.” He laughs, leaning forward to cover your lips with his own. He kisses you deeply, pecking your lips three more times before pulling away. “Better?”
“For now.”
“Okay.” He laughs, shaking his head before going back to building the crib.
**
“Boyfriend?” You yell from the bedroom when you hear the door open.
“It’s Boyfriend and his friends!” Connor yells back. “Girlfriend?”
“Yes?”
“Where are you?”
You quickly finish tying the bow to his gift before making your way to the living room where Shawn and Brian are seated on the couch.
“Hey!” Shawn jumps up, giving you a hug before looking down to your belly. “Can I touch your belly?”
You laugh a little, “Yeah go ahead, thank you for asking.”
“Of course, it would be a little rude to just go ahead.” He says touching your belly.
“Can you tell that to the rest of the world?”
“Hey Bean!” Shawn says to your belly. “Uncle Shawn got you the coolest thing ever!” He says before running to the couch to show you a small guitar case.
“Shawn you didn’t.”
“I couldn’t help myself, I was looking for a new one and saw this little thing.” He pops the case open. “I’ll teach Bean how to play and everything!”
“There you are!” Connor smiles when he enters holding three beers and your favorite flow flavor. He walks up to you, planting a wet smooch to your lips before handing the boys their drinks.
“I have something for you.” You grin, holding up the little gift wrapped box.
“Oh yeah?” He takes it from you.
He unties the bow, rips the paper, and opens the box to reveal a small blue Polaroid camera.
“This is so cute,” He says holding it in his hand.
Shawn gasps and Brian stands up in excitement.
“Where’d you get this honey?”
“It doesn’t matter,” You wave him off, bouncing on your toes in excitement. “What color is it?”
“Blue?” He asks, looking up at you, and then over to the excited boys next to him that are punching the other in the arm.
“And blue is for what?” You pull it out of him.
“Blue is for….” He stares at you, “Blue is for boy.” His eyes light up. “Blue is for boy?”
“Blue is for boy!” You squeal.
“Oh my god! Blue is for boy!” He wraps you up in his arms, kissing your neck. “It’s a boy, we’re having a boy!”
“ITS A BOY!” Shawn and Brian cheer.
**
You groan in pain as you feel another contraction hit. You’ve been in labor for three hours now and your little boy does not want to come see the world.
Connor tries not to wince or complain about his hand he’s sure you’ve severely bruised. He breathes with you through the pain, running a soothing hand over your head and taking your matted hair back away from your forehead.
“There you go Baby.” He whispers, “You’re doing so good.”
“I love you Connor David,” You smile at him, “But I want to fucking kick you in the balls right now.”
He winces at the thought and shakes his head. “I’m sorry Baby,” He looks away. “I wish I could take your pain away, I wish it were me.”
“Me too.” You relax when the contraction stops.
“Still holding your hand?” The nurse smiles when she walks in to check on you. “You’re better than most Dad’s, they usually wimp out by now from the pain.”
“He never lets go, no matter what.” You smile up at Connor.
“You’re my lobster Baby,” He leans down to kiss your lips.
You had no idea Connor was coming home today. He meant for it to be a surprise. Today was the day of your annual work party, the one you had begged for him to come home for, but the sneaky little bastard told you that it was too close to show dates and that the team wouldn’t let him leave.
But here he was, driving Shawn’s Tesla around LA to get things ready for the surprise he had planned for you. What he didn’t have planned though was for you to be shopping in the same area as him.
So when he almost ran into you for the third time he decided that maybe it was time to surprise you a little.
You were just pulling out of the shopping center when your phone illuminated that Connor had posted on Insta, with the fact that Connor posts all the time you shrugged and told yourself you’d watch it the minute you got home.
**
“Guys okay,” He clears his throat as he records himself on his phone. “So my wife doesn’t know I’m home.” He grins at the camera, eyes flickering up to watch your car. “But I am to surprise her, and I’ve driven past her three times now and she’s about to drive past me.”
He moves the phone so it shows your car through the window.
“Anyway, I just wanted to say that my wife is driving my Jeep,” He looks up and squints his eyes for a moment. “Oh fuck she’s coming, shh.” He puts a finger to his lips and ducks a little as if Shawn’s windows weren’t completely tinted. “God damn shes so hot. She drives with one hand on the top of the steering wheel, and good lord it turns me on.” He mutters to himself.
But it’s like he then suddenly remembers that he’s live and looks back at his phone. “Okay well that’s all I wanted to say, and if you’re watching this later Honey,” He smiles real wide. “Come home because I’m waiting for you.”
When the video cuts you look up at the house from the driveway, tears in your eyes when you notice the lights on inside. You almost eat shit when you race inside and when you finally make it in the door you’re greeted with the Rocky Horror Picture Show Soundtrack playing through the surround stereo and a cozy looking Connor in your kitchen.
You scream as you jump on his back, hugging him tightly.
“Hi Baby.” He grins, immediately reaching back to grip your thighs.
“What are you doing here?”
“Did you really think I would miss your work party?”
“You said you couldn’t come.” You whine, sliding off his back to stand on your feet again. He turns to face you, cheeks pink as he cups your face.
“First of all, come here.” He whispers leaning down to kiss your lips softly. “Second of all, I may have sort of told you a little tini tiny fib so I could surprise you. I’m sorry.”
“You’re forgiven, this just made my whole day.”
“Good, because I was really hoping to make you happy.”
“You always do.” You smile, cupping his cheek, scrunching your nose at how cute he is when he leans into your hand.
“What dress are you wearing tonight?” He asks as your thumb rubs at his cheek, making his eyes flutter for a moment.
“The green one.”
“Can you wear the blue one?”
“I don’t have a blue one.” You furrow your brows.
Connor bites his lip, looking down at you and then turning and walking down the hall to your bedroom with you right on his heels.
“Babe, I don’t have a blu-” You gasp when you see a lovely royal blue knee length dress hanging up on the hook in your closet. “No you didn’t.”
“I had to.” He shrugs.
“Why?” You ask confused.
“Because it matches the tie you got me for Christmas.”
“So you had to get me this dress because it matches your tie?”
“Yes.”
“That doesn’t make sense.”
“Yes it does.” He argues. “Because now we’ll match tonight at the party. And,” He blushes, reaching over and pulling out the pink and black bag he’s been real excited about. “It also matches this.”
You eye him skeptically as you peak in the bag, gasping once again, looking up at him with wide sinful eyes. “You wanna play tonight?” You whisper.
He smiles, kisses your cheek and lightly bites your earlobe whispering, “Get ready, it’s gonna be a long night.”
**
He’s dressed in a nice white shirt with his blue tie and black slacks, waiting for you on the couch with his right foot propped on his left knee. His phone is in his hand as he bites his lip reading over emails.
You walk into the room, having paired your outfit with some old heels you found in the back of your closet. He looks up at the sound of you click clacking closer and his just about drops his phone.
“Holy shit.” He breathes out. “Baby.”
“Hi.” You smile sheepishly.
He stands, now going to the camera on his phone. “Give me a twirl Beautiful.” He motions, recording the moment. “Holy shit I’m so lucky.” He groans because posting the video.
“You like it?”
“I liked it on the hanger, I love it on you.” He grins, leaning in for a quick kiss. “But you’re missing something.”
“What?” You ask, looking down at yourself.
“That wrist is looking pretty empty.”
“Oh well I can go-”
“Maybe I can help you out with that.” He pulls the long black velvet case out of his back pocket.
“Connor!” You gasp when you see the pretty sprawl of Cartier on top of the case.
“Just for my Baby because she means the world to me.”
“You seriously need to stop.” You whine covering your face.
“Can’t a man spoil his woman?”
“You did when you came home, everything else is too much.”
“No Darling, it’s not enough. You’re everything, and I love you so much. Let me show you.” With that he opens the case and you almost tear up at the sight of the bracelet.
“I know it’s not the love one you’ve always talked about,” He explains, “But I was hoping this would work as a stand in until I save enough for that one?”
“This is perfect, please don’t.” You stop yourself when you realize he’s shaking his head.
“It’s really the only piece of jewelry you’ve ever spoken about, I can promise you’ll have it I just need a little more time.”
“Connor,” You pout, suddenly feeling bad for making him feel like he needed to spend so much because he wasn’t wrong they were hella expensive.
“Can I put it on you?”
“Please?”
You hold your wrist out and allow him to clip your bracelet on.
“Okay, let’s go. Don’t wanna be late for your party.” He offers an arm once you’re ready.
“You’re too much Mr. Brashier.”
“You’re everything and more Mrs. Brashier.” He kisses your cheek.
Connor can barely sit still. He’s so excited for this doctor appointment. He barely slept the night before. He tossed and turned, but all his brain could think about was the moment they were about to experience.
If they were having a Boy or a Girl.
“They aren’t gonna like destroy our apartment right?” Mia asks as she watches a snap from Alessia showing Connor and Brian raiding their cupboards.
“No, Les is there. She’ll make the behave.”
“She’s letting them eat your Oreo's.”
“NO SHE’S NOT!” He looks over at her screen that is playing a video of Shawn stuffing four Oreo's in his mouth.
“Well now Shawn’s about to owe me $100 dollars and a new box of Oreo's.”
“You did not make a bet too!” Mia shoves Connor’s shoulder. “It’s bad enough that Shawn and Brian were making bets. I do not need the father of my child wagering our nursery money on the gender.”
“We’re about to be $150 dollars richer.”
“You said $100.”
“Yeah, $100 from Shawn and $50 from Brian.”
Mia rolls her eyes as their doctor enters the room. Suddenly the air gets thick and the tension settles showing off the young parents nerves.
“Are we ready?” Their doctor Steph asks.
“So ready!” Connor nods, leaning closer to Mia, interlocking their fingers.
They stare into each others eyes as Steph moves the wand around on Mia’s small belly bump.
“And there,” Steph points to the screen, gathering both Connor and Mia’s attention. “Is your,” She clicks a few buttons and resets the wand. “Your little girl.” She smiles at the couple.
“I KNEW IT!” Connor erupts, standing and jumping.
Once he calms he leans over Mia, planting a kiss to her lips and then her forehead. They both snap from their moment when they hear an unmistakable heartbeat.
“That’s,” Connor smiles.
“That’s her little heartbeat. It’s really strong, I like that.” Steph nods. “She’s doing perfect.”
Mia smiles, looking at the screen and then back to Connor. Her face drops when she notices that he’s on his phone, typing in a few things.
“Connor? Really?”
“Sorry,” He taps the screen a few more times. “Was just getting that Isabella sign.” He grins, stuffing his phone back into his pocket.
“You couldn’t wait 15 minutes until we were done?” Mia asks.
“He’s excited, let him have his fun.” Steph pats Mia’s arm.
“I knew it was a little Princess.” He gives Mia a smug smile. “You gave me shit for buying that dress, but I fucking knew it.”
“Okay Potty Mouth, you were right.”
He bites his lip, leaning in for another kiss. Appreciating his girlfriend, and the fact that she’s carrying his daughter. DAUGHTER. How crazy is that?
_______________________________________
They cautiously open the door their apartment, one expecting a rager while the other was impatiently bouncing to collect his money.
“Guys?” Mia calls out when all she’s met with is silence.
“Living room!” Alessia calls back, all three guests standing to greet the newly informed couple. “Well?” She asks when they walk in.
Connor grins, looking to Mia receiving the go ahead no. “Boys,” He looks back to Shawn and Brian. “Pay the fuck up because we’re having a girl!” He calls, voice booming through the whole apartment.
Alessia screams in excitement bounding over the coffee table to get to Mia.
“Fuck me!” Brian groans.
“Shit man,” Shawn shakes his head. “Congrats though, I know you wanted a girl. I’m happy for you.”
“I just wanted a healthy baby.” Connor shakes his head.
“Yeah,” Brian nods, slapping a 50 dollar bill into Connor’s hand. “But we all know you really wanted a girl, you didn’t hide it well.”
“I knew it, can’t deny it.” He shrugs nonchalantly.
“He already bought the name plate that goes over the crib.” Mia grins, wrapping her arms around Connor from behind. “We don’t even have a crib.” She kisses between his shoulder blades and curls her fingers into his jacket.
“Your little girls already got you wrapped around her finger.” Brian teases Connor.
“Blame her Mom.” Connor responds, causing Mia to let out a loud gasp.
“Excuse you.” Mia leaves a playful smack to Connor’s chest. “You’ve been whipped for this little girl since she found out about her.”
