Hi! So I just read your Jon Bon Jovi story, it was so good and I’m in NEED of a pt 2 where he comes home from tour and doesn’t know that she’s like a few months pregnant.
It should be like a little spicy but mainly fluffy💕💕
𝓣𝓸𝓷𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽, 𝔂𝓸𝓾'𝓻𝓮 𝓰𝓸𝓷𝓷𝓪 𝓫𝓮 𝓯𝓾𝓵𝓵 𝓸𝓯 𝓶𝓮 part 2
𝒿𝑜𝓃 𝒷𝑜𝓃 𝒿𝑜𝓋𝒾 𝓍 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇
you hadn’t meant to keep it from him this long
really. the plan was to tell Jon the minute you knew — to call him the second those two pink lines appeared. but something in you just… couldn’t. not over the phone. not between rushed hotel check-ins and stadium noise and his scratchy, exhausted voice at 3am
you needed it to be real. for him to see you. touch you. come home and feel the change
and now he was. home
the front door slammed with that familiar thud — boots kicking off, bags dropped in the hallway — and your heart leapt into your throat
“Baby?” his voice called out, already warm, already smiling “Where’s my girl?”
you wiped your hands on your dress, took a shaky breath, and stepped into the hallway. he looked up — tired eyes lighting up the second he saw you — and you watched him melt on the spot
“Oh, fuck” his bags hit the floor “God, I missed you”
he was on you in a second — wrapping you up in his arms, lifting you off the floor, kissing you like he hadn’t seen you in years. you buried your face in his neck, drinking him in. leather, sweat, shampoo, Jon
“I missed you too” you breathed
he kissed you again — slower this time, but still greedy, like he couldn’t get enough. when his hands slipped under your shirt, he froze
“…Wait”
you tensed
his hand moved again. down your sides. over your belly
he pulled back, eyes narrowing slightly — then widening
“…Baby?”
you swallowed
he looked down — finally really looked — at the soft swell under your dress, the curve that hadn’t been there three months ago
“No fuckin’ way” he whispered, like he couldn’t trust his own voice “You’re—?”
you nodded, barely holding back tears “About three months. I didn’t wanna tell you on the phone”
Jon blinked
then suddenly he was laughing — that rich, breathless laugh that always came out when he was overwhelmed — and dropping to his knees right there in the hallway
he pressed his hands to your belly like it was something holy
“You’re serious?” his voice cracked “This is real?”
“It is real” you whispered, brushing his hair back from his face “We’re having a baby”
he stared at your stomach, wide-eyed, like he was trying to memorize it
“I fucking love you” he said “I love you so goddamn much”
you cupped his face as he kissed your stomach — once, then again, slower, more reverent than anything you’d ever felt
“You’re gonna be such a good dad” you whispered
he looked up at you, eyes wet “You think so?”
“I know so”
Jon stood, wrapping his arms around you like he never wanted to let go. he kissed you again, slower this time, full of emotion
after a while, he leaned his forehead against yours “So... what can I do?” he asked softly “You need anything? Cravings? Feet rubbed? Shit set on fire?”
you giggled “You don’t have to set anything on fire”
he kissed the tip of your nose “Lemme spoil you anyway. You’re carrying my kid”
that night, you curled up in bed together — Jon behind you, hand splayed protectively over your stomach, lips brushing your shoulder every few minutes like he still couldn’t believe you were real
and later — slow, sweet kisses turned into something warmer
not rushed. not greedy. just deep
loving
Jon kissed your stomach as he moved between your thighs, murmuring praise, holding your hand the whole time. he was gentler than usual — even as his hips met yours with a slow, careful grind — and he whispered every filthy, sweet thing he could think of against your skin
“You look so goddamn beautiful like this, baby” he groaned “So full already… fuck, you’re perfect”
and afterward, when you were tucked under the sheets again, heart pounding, Jon pulled you close with a sigh of contentment
“Forever” he whispered sleepily “You and me. And now them”
you smiled, fingertips brushing his chest “Forever”
