The Omega
Pairing: Cable/ Nathan Summers x pregnant wife reader
Warnings: Language, pregnancy, birth
Summary: @severebirdpeace asked “Can I request oneshot: Nathan Summers/Cable x Wife Fem s/o whose mutation is that she is an omega level telepath; she is gentle and soft spoken, and she's carrying and later gave birth to his daughter please?
Authors note: im SO SORRY this took literally so long!!! This request is super cute and i hope I did it justice. I love love love this!!! Reblogs and comments are appreciated! Thanks for reading!
The mud stuck to Cable’s boots like glue, making every step a fight in itself. The mountain terrain was unforgiving, with slick mud, even slicker rocks, and tree roots the size of his arm sticking out in every direction. He wasn’t wearing much more than a t-shirt and cargo pants, but still the storm had soaked him through to the bone. The mission was only to gather intel. There has been reports of two omega level mutant children lost in the woods, but Cable hadn’t seen any evidence thus far.
Nathan followed directly behind Colossus, he tried to step in Piotr’s impossibly big footprints to see if he wouldn’t track as much mud.
It didn’t make a difference.
The heavy rain had lightened to a sprinkle, making now the time for the team to move.
Thick, heavy fog made crossing the terrain difficult so Colossus, being the careful soul he is, was moving impossibly slow.
Nate wished for nothing more than to be home. He knew those kids were long gone, no one would make these mountains home, even for a night.
“Alright. That’s it, I’m calling it.” Domino said, voice laced with exhaustion.
The rest of the X-Force agreed to head back to the jet.
Cable leaned back against the padded seat and closed his eyes; grateful that this was his last mission for a while.
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Nathan smelled it before he saw it. The scent of sweet peaches. She was cooking again. Something good; peach cobbler he guessed. His favorite. With a watering mouth and arms aching to hold her, he hurried up the stone steps and into the kitchen.
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You sensed Nathan’s presence getting stronger within the last ten minutes meaning he would be home soon. You figured you would surprise your husband with a welcome home present; his favorite dessert.
Cable knew better than to piss off his pregnant wife, so he took off his muddy boots outside and left them on the porch. She’d scold him for tracking mud through her kitchen if he didn’t.
He chuckled at the thought.
The sing-song way Nate called your name made warmth ripple through your chest, you and the little one rejoiced at his presence.
He greeted you with a kiss and a hug, you could barely get your arms around him due to your 8 month pregnant belly, but he made it work. He always did.
“Hey little girl.” He said, bending down to give your stomach a kiss.
“She missed you, you know. She’s glad you’re home.” You said, heading over to the oven to check the cobbler.
“Is that a mother’s intuition thing or a telepath thing?” He questioned, slinging his duffel bag down.
“Hmmmm…both.” You said, a cheeky smile spreading across your face.
“Hm. Of course it is.” He said, joining you at the oven.
He towered over you from behind, his hands coming to rest on your belly, his mouth pressed kisses to your neck and ear.
You giggled and informed him that he needed to shower before getting in your business. He begrudgingly complied with your request.
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Now squeaky clean, Cable sat across from you at the small table that resided at the bay window in the kitchen. It was your favorite part of the house. The evening sun hit just right, sending soft rays across the house.
You and Nathan ate dinner in comfortable silence, neither of you talked a whole lot and that was okay- it was actually one of the things he loved about you. Your words were always spoken with a softness that made him weak in the knees.
He couldn’t wait to see you become a mom. Your gentle hands that so often held him would soon be holding a baby that was his and your creation. In fact, he was so ready for a baby that he took off from the X force a whole month before your due date to make sure everything was perfect for you and the baby.
The first project tomorrow was to finish putting the crib together, but for now, you and your love sat on the couch watching your favorite show.
You absorbed this moment in your memories, your head in his lap as he ran his hand up and down your arm, mindlessly drawing little circles on your skin. Just the two of you.
Soon to be three.
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Another month had passed. Check ups at the doctor were good and you were feeling as good as you could for being nine months pregnant. Nate was an absolute rock through the last month; massaging your swollen ankles, making sure you had an endless snack supply, going to the store at all hours of the night for the foods you were craving, even watering the plants specifically how you wanted him to.
You had tried to read your little one’s mind to see when she would be making her arrival, but even given your talents for mind reading, it was difficult because unborn babies didn’t really have any thoughts- you could tell that she was there- that she existed, but that was about it. You could tell when she perked up upon hearing Nate’s voice. This was an experience unique to you. You treasured it. Your bond with her was already so strong; you couldn’t wait to meet her outside of your womb.
For now, all you and Cable could do was patiently wait for her to make her appearance.
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You woke up to pain shooting through your whole body. You sat up in bed, waking Nate up in the process. He was a light sleeper anyways.
“Braxton hicks?” He questioned.
“No-“ another wave of pain hit. “I think it’s the real thing this time.”
“I got you.” He said, coming to help you out of the bed.
You practically threw yourself into his arms, walking was already difficult, but the contractions made it worse.
.
You didn’t think you could love Nate any more than you already did, but the way he whispered encouragement in your ear all throughout your labor and the way he held your hand and didn’t let go, only deepened your love for him. Nate’s love for you soared to new heights as he watched you literally bring life into the world, the things you were capable of continued to impress and inspire him.
But the thing that tipped your happy tears over the edge was the image of him holding your tiny, most perfect baby girl. He was cooing at her, making funny baby noises, telling her that she was beautiful just like her mama.
After locking that moment in your memories, you decided it was time for you to get some sleep. Baby girl was here safely and she was, quite literally, in good hands. You both were.
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