Baby Fever - Fernando Mendoza
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Word count • 1,8k
Warning • fluff, Smut,
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You walked hand in hand with Fernando across campus. He walked easily beside you his presence comforting despite all the attention he drew as a football star. Now, with graduation getting closer, everything felt uncertain yet exciting, especially as he’d grown a little quieter lately, his lingering looks making your heart race without you quite knowing why.
'Hey mi amor’ he mumbled pulling you closer as you passed a group of students tossing a frisbee. His voice was accented with that warm cuban riddance that always sent shivers down your spine. 'You okay you’ve been spacing out '
You squeezed his hand glancing up at his face and the faint stubble shadowing it. 'Just thinking about the future you know after we graduate where we'll live, jobs... all that '
He nodded his thumb tracing on the shape of your face. 'Yeah I've been thinking about it too a lot actually' His gaze softened and he stopped walking turning to fully face you.
'What if we started planning something bigger? Like a family '
Your breath skipped a beat . Family? The word hung in the air sweet and tentative. You'd talked about it in vague terms before, dreams of a house with a yard, kids running around but never like this.
'Bigger how' you asked with a mix of excitement and nerves.
Fernando's lips curved into a shy smile kinda rare for the confident athlete everyone saw as a role model. He held your face gently, his hands tender against your skin. 'Babies our babies. I see you with your little cousins at family gatherings the way you light up holding them it drives me crazy you know it, makes me want that with you '
Heat bloomed in your chest a soft feeling of longing you'd been ignoring. Baby fever. You'd felt it creeping in during late-night talks, watching him play with his little brothers over video calls from home. Fernando would be such a good dad ,patient, protective, with endless love to give.
'I did yeah' you whispered leaning into him. 'I've thought about it too Imagine a little one with your eyes, maybe my smile'
His smile widened and he pulled you into a hug drowning you in his warmth. 'Dios mío you're gonna make me the happiest man alive’
Over the next few weeks that conversation sparked something magical between you. Fernando's baby fever was infectious weaving into every moment of your shared life.
One evening, after his practice you met him at his off-campus apartment. The place was a typical guy posters of football legends on the walls, weights in the corner but you'd added your touch with plants and colorful throws. He burst through the door, sweaty and exhilarated from a scrimmage his jersey clinging to his abs.
'Babe’ He scooped you up the second he saw you on the couch spinning you around until you laughed breathlessly.’ i’ve missed you all day ‘
'You saw me at lunch ' you teased but you kissed him anyway
'Not long enough’ He set you down but kept his arms around your waist.
'Coach had us running drills forever but guess what i was thinking about names during laps'
You raised an eyebrow heart slightly racing . 'Names'?
'Yeah If it's a boy i was thinking of Mateo. Strong you know? And for a girl Yennifer.' His voice was filled with joy, as if speaking the words made it real.
Tears creeped in your eyes. 'I love that Mateo and Yennifer Mendoza ' Saying it out loud felt like a promise.
That night, you cooked together, a simple meal of ropa vieja because he insisted it was 'baby fuel.' He hovered close, his hands wandering to your hips as you chopped onions, pressing kisses to your shoulder. 'Imagine this in our own kitchen,' he murmured. 'You pregnant, glowing, and me making you whatever you crave at 2 a.m.'
'You'd do that?'
'Anything for you for us' His eyes were filled with emotion, and he kissed you slowly, deeply, his tongue tracing yours in a way that made your knees weak.
The kiss lingered, turning heated as his hands slid under your shirt, caressing your back. 'Nando,' you blurted , fingers tangling in hishair.
He groaned softly, lifting you onto the counter with ease. 'Tell me you want this too want to start trying? '
Your nod was immediate, desire pooling low in you in. 'Yes. goshyes'
He carried you to the bedroom laying you down like you were precious. Clothes came off in a rush his shirt revealing the sculpted chest you loved tracing, your bra unclasped to free your breasts. He worshiped you with his mouth, lips closing around one nipple, sucking gently while his hand kneaded the other. You moaned, hips bucking as he trailed kisses down your stomach, pausing to press his ear against it.
The sentiment made you melt, even as arousal built. He stripped your pants away, his fingers dipping between your thighs, finding you wet and ready. 'So perfect ' he praised, circling your clit with slow strokes that had you gasping.
'Please Nando '
He removed his shorts, his cock thick and hard, springing free. You wrapped your hand around it, stroking firmly, earning a guttural moan. He positioned himself ready to come into you, eyes locked on yours. 'I love you so much.'
With that, he pushed himself in slowly inch by inch. You cried out he moved gently at first, thrusts deep and measured, his body covering yours protectively. 'Imagine it ‘ he panted against your ear. 'My seed taking root our family starting right here.'
The words sent you over the edge, pleasure rushing through you as you cummed around him. He followed soon after, deep and spilling inside with a shuddering groan.
Afterward he held you close, fingers combing through your hair. 'One day soon,' he murmured kissing your forehead.
The next weekend, you drove to his family's home a few hours away, the baby fever turning into a shared adventure. His mom greeted you with hugs, her eyes twinkling when Fernando announced your talks about the future.
You're finally growing up!' She pulled you into the kitchen, showing you baby photos of Fernando chubby-cheeked and grinning toothlessly. 'He was always so loving you’ll make beautiful babies'
Fernando blushed, wrapping an arm around you from behind. 'Mami don't embarrass her.' But his pride was evident.
Later, in the backyard his younger brother invited him to play fight, and you watched Fernando join in, scooping the him and tossing him gently aside. Laughter rang out, pure and joyful, and you felt a pang in your chest.
He caught your eye and coming over. 'See i practice' He knelt in the grass, resting his head on your lap as you sat on a blanket. 'Can't wait for our turn'
You ran your fingers through his hair, sentimental tears blurring your vision. 'Me too you’re going to be amazing.'
That night in the guest room of his childhood home, the air thick with nostalgia, lovemaking felt even more profound. He undressed you by the dim lamp light, kissing every inch revealed your curve, the dip of your waist. 'You're my everything,' he said,voice breaking slightly as he slid in you slow and reverent.
You met his rhythm, legs wrapped around his waist, whispering endearments 'I love you, Nando let’s make this real '
He finished inside with a quiet sob of happiness, and you held him through the aftershocks both dreaming aloud about nursery colors and first steps.
Back on campus the fever didn't fade it slowly deepened. Study sessions turned into cuddle marathons where he'd pull out his phone to show you articles on parenting or videos of baby football jerseys.
'Look tiny versions of mine' he'd say eyes sparkling.
One rainy afternoon, holed up on your door couch , you shared a blanket over the table. His foot nudged yours playfully. 'What if we got married first just a small ceremony, then start trying right after.'
‘Yea it would make more sense’ you said chuckling
The sentiment wrapped around you like the warmest blanket. Later, in your dorm, the rain pouring against the window, you explored each other lazily. His mouth on your breasts, tongue flicking teasingly your hand guiding him inside, the slide slick and intimate. No rush, just connection thrusts that built like a slow crescendo, ending in shared sighs and sticky embraces.
'Practice makes perfect' he joked afterward, but his eyes were serious
As the season ramped up, Fernando's games became your ritual. You'd cheer from the stands, his number 15 jersey loose on you, and after each win, he'd find you in the crowd, lifting you for a victory kiss that drew awws from teammates.
Post-game, in the locker room shadows or his truck, the adrenaline led to heated moments. One night, after a thriller against rivals, he drove you to a secluded spot overlooking the city lights. 'You were my lucky charm ‘ he said pulling you onto his lap in the passenger seat.
Your skirt hiked up easily, and he freed himself, guiding you down onto his length with a shared gasp. You rode him slowly, the car rocking gently, his hands gripping your ass as he thrust up. 'Want to fill you up every night,' he groaned, kissing your neck.
Winter break brought you to your family's place, where the baby talk spilled over. Your mom teared up at dinner, hugging Fernando. 'You've got a good one here treat her right'
He did every day. New Year's Eve, under twinkling lights, he got down on one knee with a ring yet, but with a promise. 'Marry me Let's build this life together.'
Tears streamed down your face as you said yes, sealing it with a kiss that tasted like champagne and dreams.
That summer, in a cozy apartment you rented together, the baby fever peaked. Job offers came, him playing in the nfl, you in marketing and stability felt within reach.
Months passed with tests and tender disappointments, but the love never wavered. Each negative was met with hugs and renewed determination. 'We'll get there' he'd say, kissing away your tears.
Finally, one pink line turned to two. You showed him the test, and he whooped, lifting you in a spin. 'Our baby!'
The news spread to families, celebrations ensuing. Fernando's hand never left your belly, even when it was still flat. 'Mateo or Yennifer,' he'd muse, eyes misty.
As the bump grew, so did the excitement in the house. He’d rub your feet at the end of long days, gentle and patient, cook every craving without a single complaint, even the strange combinations at midnight. He paid attention to every little change, smiling proudly each time he caught you resting a hand over your belly, making you feel cared for, supported, and never alone in it
Nine months later, in a hospital room filled with beeps and joy, Yennifer Mendoza entered the world light brown eyes like her daddy's, a cry that melted hearts. Fernando held her first, tears streaming.
'Perfect Just like her mama’
You watched, exhausted but blissful, as he placed her in your arms. The family you'd dreamed of, born from love and a little fever that changed everything.
