Just Stay a Little Bit Longer - Tech x Reader
Title: Just Stay a Little Bit Longer Word Count: 853 words Pairing: Tech x Pregnant! Female Reader
A/N: This is my first fic in a very very long time. I’m a little rusty and trying to dust the cobwebs off but really stoked to be writing things again. Please be nice? This is just really cute and fluffy. Takes place once the Bad Batch have been able to settle down and lead a peaceful life on a small farming world. This idea has literally been living, rent free, in my head for weeks and I’ve just needed to get it out.
============================================================= It was early morning, the sun just beginning to show its face over the horizon when Tech awoke. He lay on his side, looking out the bedroom window at the pinks and purples that was beginning to dust the morning sky, chasing away the dark blue of night. He smiled sleepily to himself as he lay there; after so many years of fighting, running, and hiding with his brothers, this moment of peace was welcomed and well earned. He lay there for a few moments, listening to the chirping of songbirds as they awoke outside his window and the soft, rhythmic breathing of his wife lying next to him. He was at peace.
Sitting up, Tech slid his googles onto his face and turned to gaze lovingly at his riduur[1]. His eyes traced the gentle curve of her cheek; the soft shape of her lips partially opened in sleep; admired the texture of her hair and the smooth softness of her skin. He felt his heart swell in his chest with the love he held for her. It wasn’t rational or logical to feel such intense emotions, but he had given up on trying to fight them long ago. He was content to be in love.
Quietly, Tech slid from the bed, not wanting to wake his sleeping wife, and proceeded to go about getting ready for the day.
You stirred, hearing movement in the room and moaned softly in protest at being pulled from such beautiful slumber. Raising your head and glanced about the room, trying to locate the source of the noise. “Mmph...what time is it?” you slur, running a hand over your face. Tech quietly pads towards your side of the bed and kneels in front of you, lovingly smoothing your hair away from your face.
“Shhh ner karta.”[2] He soothes, “It’s too early for you to be up. Go back to sleep”. Tech slides his hand down your arm and rests it on the swell of your belly, affectionately rubbing the spot where his little ad’ika[3] kicked against his palm. You winced at the action, but Tech just smiled broadly and chuckled. Leaning forward, he pressed his lips to your belly and murmured to the child, “Gar cuyir jate par gar buir, ad'ika”[4].
Your hand came down to rest atop Techs, thumb brushing over his knuckles. “Can’t you stay five more minutes?” you ask, now fully awake and staring at Tech. He was so handsome, with his undercut, long curls atop his head falling over his forehead just a little bit. Your eyes slid over his features appreciatively.
Tech leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss to your belly again before moving up to kiss your lips. “I’m sorry, karta. Hunter needs my help to load the harvest up and bring into town for the market today”.
You pouted. “Why can’t Wrecker, or Echo, or Cross help?”
Tech smiled softly and stroked your hair. “Echo can’t go into town, you know that. Cross is still…recovering and Wrecker is currently up to his elbows in newborn diapers and spit-up, and it wouldn’t be fair to pull him away from his ad or his riduur right now. Not while they’re bonding”.
Your pout deepened and Tech began rubbing soothing circles on your belly again. “We will be in the same position soon.” He murmured, more to himself than to you. He was quiet for a moment before turning his attention back up to your face. “We need to get this harvest sold before our own ad’ika arrives”.
“I know but…just five more minutes?” you plead softly. “I sleep better with you here with me”.
You couldn’t decipher the look Tech gave you in that moment. It was so soft, it had you reaching your hand out to gently caress his face.
Tech nuzzled his face into your hand, his hand coming up to press your hand into his cheek more firmly before turning his head and pressing a kiss to your palm. “Alright” he conceded, rising to his feet, and coming around to his side of the bed again. “I’ll stay a little longer. But then I have to go cyare[5]”.
You hummed in agreement, smiling to yourself as you felt the bed dip behind you; felt Tech’s arm snake around your waist, hand resting on your pregnant belly. He pressed a kiss to the back of your neck and settled back into you, enjoying the warm press of your body against his and the smell of your hair. Hunter could wait a little bit before heading into town. For now, he would enjoy this quiet, intimate moment with you in the early dawn light. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- A/N: So what do you guys think? Good enough? I live for soft sweet happy endings. Mando’a Translations:
[1] Riduur: Spouse. Husband/wife. Mando’a is a gender-neutral language with the same word referring to both the masculine and the feminine. [2] Ner Kar’ta: Lit. My heart. [3] Ad’ika: Little child or little son/daughter. -ika suffix is diminuative. [4] “Gar cuyir jate par gar buir, ad'ika”: lit. “You be good for your mother, little one”. [5] Cyare: lit. beloved, loved.