Turning Dreams Into Reality
Requested by @iwantthedean: I have a request! *jumps up and down so you see me in the crowd* Ready? It's for Rob. "Stop trying to stop me from realizing my vision!" "Well, your vision is expensive." Happy writing, love! Prompt will be in bold below.
Word Count: 2349
Warnings: Language, pregnant reader, Rob being insensitive and adorable (he is complicated)
Pairing: Rob x Reader
A/N: Thank you to Nicole for knowing what I really wanted her to request! Thanks to Laura @just-another-busy-fangirl for the beta as always.
You pulled up to the house after a long day of work, followed by a trip to the grocery store. To say you were exhausted was an understatement. A trip to the doctor the day before had finally confirmed what you had only suspected. You were pregnant. You were beyond excited, but now you just had to tell your husband.
Gathering your bags, you slammed the trunk shut and walked through the door. A cacophony of voices welcomed you home. You loved your husband, his work husband and his band mates like they were family, but it was one of those moments that tried your patience. You woke up cranky, sweating and vomiting and after the day you had, it was the last thing you wanted to deal with.
Your husband Rob had been out of town for a week and had just returned home today. He walked through the kitchen and greeted you with a hug and a kiss. “I missed you, Honey.”
“Rob,” you hummed in appreciation of being back in his arms. “I missed you, too. But them, I can do without tonight. I want you to myself. I will be outside in the quiet.”
Rob agreed to wrap it up, then returned to the living room where Rich, Billy, Stephen and Mike were waiting.
You quickly put away your perishables, grabbed a bottle of water and stepped out of the double doors to the backyard. You took a seat in one of the chaise loungers in the shade and stretched out, eyes wandering the open space of the back yard, with a small grove of trees right in the middle. “That’s it!” You jumped up from the chair and pushed back through the doors into the house. Swallowing back a wave of nausea, you ran upstairs to the office you shared with Rob, passing the boys on your way, ignoring their greetings.
You unlocked your laptop and started your internet search. Within thirty minutes, you had given a few details and had an appointment scheduled in two days, just as Rob was leaving for the weekend with Rich. It really was perfect.
Rob came up the stairs a few minutes later, having ushered his friends out. “Hey, Honey, you okay? You seem a little off,” Rob’s voice conveyed the concern you saw written all over his face.
“I am a little off. You know I don’t sleep that well when you’re not home and I think I am coming down with something,” you didn’t lie, exactly. You don’t sleep well when Rob is on the road, and you are definitely coming down with something, that would take about another 33 weeks, give or take, for the condition to resolve itself.
“I know, Y/N. What do you say I throw together a quick and easy supper and we can cuddle up in bed and watch some Netflix?” your husband suggested.
“I think that sounds great, Robby. Thank you.” you kissed him quickly. “I am just going to change and I will meet you in the kitchen.”
You entered the kitchen clad in your favorite fluffy slippers, a Louden Swain t-shirt and a pair of your husband’s boxers. You caught his eye mid flip on the grilled cheese sandwiches and he whistled low and slow.
“Have I ever told you how sexy you look in my clothes?” Rob eyed you like a hungry jungle cat.
“Technically, this is my shirt,” you corrected, turning and pulling the hem up, just enough to give him a view of your rear in his boxers. He growled in response, lunging at you and grabbing two handfuls of your ass.
“Hey! What happened to my sweet husband that was going to take care of me?” you giggled in protest, pushing him away, but not putting any real effort in it. “And you’re going to burn dinner…”
“Shit!” Rob rushed back to the stove. “It’s okay, I got it. They’re fine,” he assured, removing them from the pan and plating them.
“Whew, I didn’t want to order takeout again!” you joked with him and he raised his brow. “What? It’s hard to cook for one!”
“Okay, Mrs. Benedict, let’s eat, so we can go snuggle,” Rob directed you to sit at the small breakfast bar. He grabbed two beers from the fridge and you felt your stomach turn.
“Honey, I am not feeling that well. I think I will just have some milk,” you told him and he believed you, putting one beer back and grabbing some milk instead.
“So, what do you wanna watch?” Rob asked as the two of you climbed into bed.
“I’m not sure. Why don’t you pick?” you suggested, curling up into his side as he lifted one arm to make room for you. You placed your left hand over his stomach, rubbing small circles. In your mind, you saw him doing this to your growing belly in the near future and your heart skipped a beat. You didn’t even feel the tears escape until Rob ran his thumb across your cheek, wiping them away.
“Honey, what’s the matter?” Rob turned to you quickly, worry written all over his face.
“Nothing. Absolutely nothing. I am just happy you’re home,” you reached up to scritch your fingers through his beard, pulling his face down to yours. You pressed your lips to his lightly, relishing in the feel of him.
“I hate being gone so much, but it’s work and I make enough money to support us doing it. I enjoy it, but it just makes it hard to be away from you. I missed you so much. I always miss you when I’m gone,” Rob whispered, his lips ghosting over yours before he pressed forward, deepening the kiss. The movie forgotten as the two of you made out like teenagers before falling into a deep sleep, happy in each other’s arms.
Rob was gone again before you knew it, but this time you were excited for him to walk out the door, knowing you had a very special meeting to keep. You double checked the address you had been given and walked through the doors. You were eager to see what the designer had come up with and hoped that it was what you envisioned.
“This is absolutely stunning, Mr. Ross. I just have one small request? Is it possible…” you explained in great detail what you wanted and Mr. Ross said he can that added and will get the plans out to you in the next day or so. You thanked him and were on your way, a new spring in your step. Rob’s birthday was just around the corner and with luck on your side, you hoped to break ground in time to surprise him.
You had decided to spend your weekend relaxing. You knew it was going to be a long road ahead and you wanted to be rested when Rob returned home on Monday. You perused some new recipes online, planning a romantic birthday dinner for him the following weekend.
Monday morning came more quickly than you liked and you pulled yourself out of bed and shuffled to the shower, dreading another long day at the office at a job you weren’t sure you really wanted anymore. Being tied to a 9 to 5 was fine when you were single, even when you and Rob first started dating. But then you got married and with a baby on the way, you wanted more, more time to spend with him and the freedom to travel with him. It was time to reevaluate your career choice.
You brought your car to a stop at the end of your driveway. There was a strange car parked in your spot and a man at your front door. You were about to get out and yell for him, but your door opened and Rob greeted the man. He looked like a courier and then it hit you and your heart sunk to your stomach with dread. It was the final draft from Mr. Ross! “Son of a bitch!”
You waited for the man to pull away before you eased into your spot in the garage and turned the car off, your head resting on the steering wheel, trying to figure out how to cover this up until Rob’s birthday. Maybe he hadn’t opened the package. You hoped he hadn’t opened it. Gathering your strength, you got out and made your way inside the house. You dropped your bags by the door in the mudroom and kicked your shoes off.
“Honey!” Rob’s voice echoed through the house and you closed your, letting a deep breath in and then out. You opened your eyes and walked through the kitchen.
“Hi Honey! What are you doing home? I didn’t expect you until later,” you were genuinely surprised to see him home before you, especially since you had left early, having made your decision today.
“I grabbed an earlier flight because I wanted to get home and see you. I missed you,” Rob greeted you with a sweet kiss that quickly turned passionate before he pulled back, panting. “Um, a package came for you today.”
“Oh yeah?” you tried to sound surprised. “I wasn’t expecting a package today? Where is it?”
“Here,” Rob grabbed the large envelope from the table and handed it to you. The envelope was open. “What is that for?”
“Hmmmm?” you avoided his question, until he asked it again. “It was supposed to be a surprise!”
“For me? Why?” Rob questioned.
“Why? Because you are my husband and I love you more than anything,” you replied. “I was going to wait for your birthday, but since you have already seen it, I might as well do it now. Besides, it is just a few days early.” You retreated to the mudroom to grab your bag and returned to the kitchen. “Happy birthday, Honey.”
Rob took the envelope from your shaking hand and tore it open. While he read it, you watched tears well up in his sapphire eyes. “Are you serious?”
“Yeah, it’s really happening, this time,” you cried along with him.
“So what’s with the treehouse design?” Rob puzzled.
“Well, I know how you always wanted a treehouse when you were little, then your dad left and it was just your mom to take care of you guys. I have a feeling this little one will want a treehouse someday, too, and I think it would be a beautiful thing for you to share with your son,” you reasoned.
“Son? Are you sure?” Rob whimpered.
“No, but we can hope,” you shrugged, wiping the tears from your eyes.
“I think it is amazing, but it looks a little big for our backyard, and are you sure this is within our budget?” Your heart sunk at his words.
“Stop trying to stop me from realizing my vision of a future with our child!” Fresh tears sprang up as you furiously tried to blink them away.
“Well your vision looks expensive!” Rob retorted. You threw your hands up in the air and stormed out of the room and upstairs. You slammed the door hard enough to rattle the windows, hoping he heard you back in the kitchen. You flopped face down into your pillow, letting your emotions take over.
“Honey?” Rob’s voice sounded through your bedroom, but you just turned your back, ignoring him. It worked until you felt the bed dip next you and his hand on your back. “Honey, please look at me.”
You turned to face him. “I don’t feel like talking to you right now because you’re being an ass!”
“I know and I am so sorry. This was the last thing I was expecting when I came home early to surprise you, but that doesn’t mean that I am not happy. I mean, y-you just told me I am going to be a dad and I kinda freaked out. I should have taken more care with my words and I am so sorry I didn’t. I can’t take back what I said, but I can try to make it up to you,” Rob apologized.
“Yeah? How?” you sniffed, wiping your face on your sleeve.
“Well, I came home early to talk to you about something; something pretty big. I hate being away from you so much, so I think you should consider quitting your job, so you can come with me more often,” he began, pulling you into his arms. “Then when you told me the news, I forgot all about that. This is the best birthday gift I could ever ask for, even if it sets us back a little. So tell me about this treehouse.” Rob held up the sketch and looked at you.
“You see this area here underneath? I asked him to make room for a tire swing and a sandbox, so Junior here has somewhere to play in the shade. You know, those are the only trees in our yard and it gets hot here,” you reasoned.
“Yeah, it does, doesn’t it?” Rob laughed.
“And up here? I thought it could be a little sanctuary for us, after Junior is all tuckered out and in bed for the night, we could slip out to the treehouse for a little one on one time, get away for a little bit,” you ventured and blinked up at him, smiling.
“I kinda like the sound of that,” Rob affirmed, kissing your temple.
“So you’re not mad?” you uttered.
“No, Y/N/N, I am not mad, just surprised and in awe. So many changes are coming and maybe I am in shock, but that is what savings are for right?”
“I will have some unused vacation time coming, too. It should help with the cost of the build, and we can have him draw up something a little smaller too, if you want,” you offered.
“Wait. What? Unused vacation time?” Rob looked more perplexed than before.
“Um, yeah. Is now a good time to mention I quit my job today?” you threw in.
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