sunday morning // chibs telford x oc
Chibs Telford x F!OC
Warnings: talk of pregnancy, children
Word Count: 1,089
A/N: 5 words: Chibs. In. A. Frilly. Apron.
There was no warm body next to me in bed when I startled myself awake after a bad dream. The sheets were cold and Chibs' scent just barely lingered in the air. I climbed out of our bed, grabbed one of his SAMCRO sweatshirts off the dresser, and slid it over my panty-clad body. I put on some wool socks to protect my feet from the cold hardwood before walking into the kitchen, searching for my husband. I breathe a sigh of relief when the smell of coffee hits me and I can distinctly hear Killian's laughter. There were some mornings when I woke up not knowing where Chibs was and those days were the most difficult. I would pace back and forth for hours until I got a text from him or one of his brothers telling me where they were or what they were doing.
I do my best to keep quiet as I tiptoe into the kitchen. The three of them are at the stove, cooking bacon and flipping pancakes. Chibs is wearing the baby carrier that most men would hate to wear, but he doesn't mind, and I love the sight of my overly masculine husband with little Declan strapped to his chest. He turns and I see that not only is he wearing a baby carrier, but he's also wearing a frilly pink apron under the carrier. My laugh alerts Killian to my presence and he comes running over, tackling my legs to the point where I have to grab the wall for support.
"Good morning, little one. Are you and your Da making breakfast for us?" He nods into my legs, his dark shaking as he does so. "Did you sleep well, little lad?" He nods again.
"Try and use your words, son," Chibs chastises over his shoulder and turns around to flip another golden pancake.
"I had a dream that I had a baby sister," Killian finally says quietly. He's always been quiet and a little shy, even with Chibs and me. It took him a little bit to relax in situations, but we weren't worried about him. He got along well with others and absolutely adored his little brother.
"Oh, did you? Did you think it was a good dream or a bad dream?" He finally shows me his little blue eyes that were the perfect reflection of my own. He looked like Chibs more than me, but his eyes were mine through and through.
"It was a nightmare. No more screaming babies," He says firmly and Chibs and I both can't hold back our laughter.
"We'll see about that, lad. No promises," Chibs replies and shoots me a cheeky grin. Declan was only a few months old but Chibs was already begging to get me pregnant again. I think it's because I'm easier to subdue while pregnant, but he says it's because he thinks I'm most beautiful when I'm swollen with his babies.
Killian sends his Da a glare before heading into the living room to play with his cars. I finally get the opportunity to go over to my husband and I wrap my arms around him. He sets down his spatula to wrap his arms around my waist, gripping my ass through my sweatshirt. Getting on my tiptoes, I first press a kiss to each of his scars before gently pressing my lips to his. Usually, when we woke up in the mornings, he would do the same to my scars, but he must have done it in my sleep this morning.
"Good morning, my little lamb," He says softly against my lips.
"Mm, good morning, baby," I answer and attempt to give him another kiss, but a little cry between us stops me. "Good morning, my little angel. You want to come see your Ma?"
Declan lets out a coo and my heart warms just a little more. I unstrap him from Chibs' chest before holding him against my own. I rock him back and forth, pressing kisses to the top of his head. He nuzzles into my neck before beginning to smack my boobs, his signal that he's hungry which, if I'm not quick enough, is usually quickly followed by a scream that really tells me he's hungry.
I pull up my sweatshirt and he latches on with no issues. I unconsciously begin to rock back and forth as Chibs continues to cook breakfast, chatting with me about how his day was yesterday because we didn't get to talk much before bed last night.
"You know, you're really distracting, lass," He says, interrupting his own train of thought.
"What do you mean?"
"You're wearing my sweatshirt with almost nothing underneath and feeding our son with your tits out. It's any caveman's wet dream." I roll my eyes at him. He's never sexualized my breastfeeding, but he will absolutely sexualize my tits at any chance he can get. He's obsessed with them, constantly staring at them and touching them at any opportunity.
"Well, you're any housewife's wet dream with that frilly little apron on. It would only be better if there was nothing else underneath it." As soon as I've said it, I know that I've made a grave mistake. Chibs has no issues making a fool of himself if he knows that I'll find it attractive. The man once let me put his hair in a baby man-bun so that I could see his face better while he went down on me. No shame ever.
"I'm sure we can arrange that, lamb," He says with a smirk before turning back to the stove. He turns it off and calls Killian into the breakfast nook so that we can all eat together. We all make our plates before settling in at the table. Chibs holds his fork in one hand and places his other hand on my thigh while I continue feeding Declan and begin to feed myself.
This domesticity is what makes all of the craziness worth it. These little pockets of peace show me that Chibs is more than just a brother of SAMCRO; he's a loving husband and father who wakes up early, despite having a long night, and makes breakfast so that his wife can sleep in. He's the man that tries to help his son fight his shyness, while still being supportive. He's the man that wears an apron and still flirts with me despite being married for almost four years. He's the man that doesn't know that he's about to be a father of three.
