ceo baby daddy eren.
word count: 1,635 [ 6 min read] | ✪ content warnings: pregnancy, slightly detailed mention of nsfw, writer who still thinks they’re funny, accidental pregnancy, breastfeeding
babydaddy!eren x pregnant!reader / babydaddy!eren x mom!reader / husband!eren x pregnant!reader / husband!eren x mom!reader
✭ you and eren’s journey after an accidental pregnancy.
babydaddy!eren , who is the ceo at the company of a job you just started working.
babydaddy!eren , who you just so happened to have a two (and a half?) night stand with a week before you started your position and realized who he was.
babydaddy!eren , who’s apartment you nervously stand outside of with a positive pregnancy test and a plan to negotiate and vanish.
“look, im sure you’re going to suggest i abort or adopt. i’m sorry but i’m not willing to do either, i’m fine working to support the baby myself and i’ll move to the other side of the country and be out of your hair.” you babble, really only telling him because your friends say he had the right to know. you had no expectations for a successful ceo to put his life on hold to have a baby with a stranger.
babydaddy!eren who scares you with the way he is staring directly at you, leaning against a wall opposite of you, not saying a thing for awhile.
“no. i wouldn’t ask that of you if that’s not what you’d like. i will never abandon a child of mines. im changing your title in my company to a personal assistant. moving your office closer to mines, i want to be around if you need anything.”
babydaddy!eren who always seems to be hovering around your office and demanding you get lunch with him, a way of personally ensuring your fed.
babydaddy!eren who secretly enjoys watching the swell of your stomach as time goes by. unnoticeable to anyone else at work at first. then poking out at him as he watches from your couch as you get ready to introduce him to your family unit over dinner. then having to curl around it to give you a kiss after your first official date night. then soothing it late at night after you’re stirring because baby yaeger is treating your insides like a jungle gym.
babydaddy!eren who moves you into his penthouse because he “is uncomfortable with the thought of you and his child living separately after birth“
“you’re in pain postpartum, alone with a baby and you expect me to only stop by? how do i protect my family if i’m treating them like a 9-5? you already practically live here, y/n.” you finally agree. after making him agree to a dog sometime in the future.
babydaddy!eren who buys the three of you a house, insisting it’s time to mature and the best environment for the most important woman in his life and his son.
babydaddy!eren who digs out holes in the sand so you can rest on your stomach comfortably at the beach.
babydaddy!eren who keeps tiny copies of the photos from that day in his wallet and his desk at work. not just of the bump, but of you. your smile. your beauty.
babydaddy!eren who is there to relieve any ache and pain as best he can, no matter the hour. he lifts your bump or massages you at an instant. (and give the best late night head but that’s neither here nor there)
babydaddy!eren who’s calm after you go into labor late one night, the house dimly lit by candle and moonlight.
“rennie?” he’s up after few light shakes, becoming a light sleeper after you started sleeping over consistently.
his tired eyes peak at you through unruly strands of bed head, shifting into concern after seeing the way you double over and groan out in pain.
“sweetheart? is it your water?”
you can only nod in response, clasping onto his forearm as he sits up in bed. he leans you into his chest, wiping the tears from your cheeks and quietly going over the game plan with you while instructing you to breathe.
babydaddy!eren who was absolutely amazing at directing the nurses rushing around you and maintaining the calm energy in the hospital room.
babydaddy!eren who you catch early in the morning, standing over your sons hospital cradle and just balling in awe.
“elias yeager..” he mumbles to himself, repeatedly, etching this image into his brain.
babydaddy!eren who does the same thing at home, spending hours staring at you knocked out and the tiny curly haired baby laying between the two of you in the in-bed-bassinet.
babydaddy!eren who learned how to make padsicles for you and makes sure you’re always stocked postpartum.
babydaddy!eren who sucks at swaddling but is s-tier at a quick change after a spit up.
babydaddy!eren who has to have your son within five feet at all times. babywearing, skin to skin, working with him in his lap, at his desk, in his home office. he is a sucker for physical intimacy and hated being away from his people.
you’re in the tub of your grand master bathroom, jet feature on low with your son on your chest and a speaker playing your favorite RnB playlist. this is more of a leisure bath rather than a cleaning bath, no bubbles as you don’t want any harsh chemicals on babies skin. your son starts to fuss and you offer him your breast, nursing him back into silence.
“where’s my invite?” yaeger asks from the doorframe, smiling at the two of you. you beam back at him.
“look who’s back from his meeting? hi daddy.” you say to both your son and him.
“hi mommy. hi eli bee-li.” he says, now kneeling at the side of the tub, kissing you, your son and then up to your collarbone. he stands up and begins stripping. his tie.. then his work shirt, and his pants. his boxers go with.
“hey, my eyes are up here.” you raise your gaze and find him staring directly at you already.
“oh shut it.” you say through a smirk, scooting forward to allow him space to climb in behind the two of you.
you lean your head into the space between his neck and collar bone.
he soaks this up, these are the moments he lives for: his girlfriends hair running down his chest, he can feel both her and his son’s breathing, and the warmth of the water enveloping them.
babydaddy!eren who gives a speech thanking you for all you given him at your sons small, intimate first birthday.
babydaddy!eren who lives in bliss everyday for two years, excited to come home to his girl and baby boy.
babydaddy!eren who realizes one day how unfair to you it is that you chase after his little hyperactive son, cook for him, kiss him all over, and upkeep the house all without giving you a ring.
fiancée!eren who proposed intimately on a beach, with the help of your two nearly-three-year-old.
“so, you know what we’re here to do?”
your sons head of medium brown curls only nod at his father, smiling behind his pacifier.
“atta boy. now go hide behind the rock, mommy is coming.”
you join eren for what is supposed to be a normal, romantic beach-side dinner. a few minutes in..
“mama?” your son muffles behind a pacifier, having appeared beside you.
“elias, what are you doing here baby boy?” you softly take out his pacifier.
“dada hav a ques’on.”
as you pick him up and place him on your lap, you shoot eren a confused look.
things are starting to click as eren walks over to your side of the table, kneeling infront of the two of you as your son hands him a black box. (that you somehow didn’t notice despite elias forgetting to hold the box behind him instead of infront of him like eren instructed)
you smile the brightest you ever have, watching as eren reveals an absolutely gorgeous ring and asks,
“y/n, will you bless me with the honor of calling you my wife and marry me?”
“oh. my god. eren. yes. yes!!!”
husband!eren who probably put another little curly haired baby in you on your wedding night.
despite you being bone-tired, eren gives you the most life shattering dick he ever has. your wedding nails leave swollen, and at points bleeding, cuts down his back. he has taken you on every surface in the path from the door to your bedroom, switching from tender to ragdolling you like a fucking madman.
you limped half of the day until you walked it out the next day.
husband!eren who picks you up and twirls you in delight when you get home from your honeymoon and show him a positive pregnancy test two weeks later.
husband!eren who is happy to say “my wife and i are here for our __ week checkup.”
husband!eren who, if you thought was calm the first time, is absolutely serene. you had absolutely no worries besides where the hell the anesthesiologist was with your epidural. everything was taken care of. eren has always been like this, between his upbringing and life, eren did not feel equipped to handle a family but molded himself due to his work ethic. he worked so hard to give his family, most importantly his children a calm and stable upbringing so you’re actually the one more likely to freak out in emergency situations.
husband!eren who sits at your bedside with your son in his lap, answering all his questions about his new little sister, admiring his family and it’s new addition.
husband!eren who tells his 4 year old son and 2 month old daughter milestones of you twos relationship as bedtime stories.
husband!eren who took over the small start up you started before working for him for more income, keeping it in your name but managing it and growing it into a massive success. you carried and care for his children, making you a millionaire is the least he can do.
husband!eren who reminds you everyday how thankful he is for the family and love you’ve given him.
